“Reduce the burden” is focus of new website

There is a new website online for those questioning the mainstream AIDS hypothesis, and I’m impressed.

reducetheburden.org is a veritable warehouse of research documentation from dozens, perhaps hundreds of sources ranging from Natural News to the AP, challenging the status quo about AIDS and making it a bookmark site for anyone confronting a chronic disease.

Here is how RTB describes itself on the homepage:

RTB is an idea, a website, and a social movement whose aim is to improve the lives of Aids patients worldwide, by improving understanding of the over-simplified and often incorrect publicly advertised Aids diagnosis.

screenshot from reducetheburden.org

RTB avoids getting bogged down

How I became a Taliban

I confess.

Lock me up, torture me and ship me off to some lawless land so you can shove embers under my fingernails and then stone me until I’m dead. I deserve that and worse. Maybe my corpse should be dragged across a stony field for good measure, the remains left for scavengers and vermin.

I confess that I have a lot of questions about HIV and AIDS. I admit that I have developed a well-earned distrust of the sloppy and possibly criminal “scientific research” behind the discovery of a virus. (also see here)

There is more than one name for people like me. The nicer ones include skeptic, dissident, questioner, rethinker. Those in the mainstream of AIDS who are threatened by questions, derisively call us “denialists”.

Denialist.

As in denying that

somos uno — the avatar

Throughout the procedure I watched the rainbow flags flutter on Market Street.  That’s what flags do in the Castro–the heart of San Francisco’s gay community–they flutter. Especially rainbow flags.

Rainbow flags fluttering on San Francisco's Market Street (photo: QueerBeacon.com)

It hurt more than I expected. The dental drill-like vibration against my shin bone radiated throughout my body and settled into the joint of my jaw, which I continously tried to relax.

It was the last day of my latest trek to San Francisco in 2000. My flight out of SFO was scheduled for early afternoon. What the hell was I

My socialist Kansas upbringing

(Note: This was originally written as my first blog post on OpenSalon (account no longer active) February 6, 2009, where it was selected as an Editor’s Pick and People’s Pick.)

I have only a few fond memories of growing up in Colby, Kansas in the 1960s.  Actually, I was raised on a wheat farm about three miles north of this all-white, conservative rural community of a few thousand souls.

Summers were hot, dry and dusty.  My brother and I would ride our bicycles most afternoons to cool off at the municipal pool.  After dropping our dimes on the counter and getting a wire basket for our street clothes, we’d veer left to the men’s dressing room, while women and girls