Trump plans to take away your HIV drugs.

My critics (and there are many) will jump up and down slobbering and drooling at the mouth that I am an alarmist.

I am only an insignificant person who sees the future because I have seen the past.

I have talked the talk. And I have walked the walk. You can ban me from whatever you want. I. Do. Not. Care. But you cannot erase the talk. And you cannot obscure the walk. They are what they are. No one will listen to my voice. But I still have one.

The Trump Administration is setting into place a cruelly reorganized Medicare Part D program that will eliminate healthcare for people living with HIV who rely on such programs to live. Such as living is. No more meds for you. You have been designated as the enemy.

Are you living or are you already dead. Are you living or are you simply surviving.

AIDS will come roaring back. The past will be the present. And the corpses will pile up again. That is exactly what the Republics want. Do NOT tell me it cannot happen. Been there. Done that. It CAN happen all over again.

Where is the fighting back. I need to know.

I need to know how passivity rules our every move.

I need to know how we have allowed indifference to creep inside the door again.

I need to know how the current younger generation of wimps and pussies think they are immune from one psychotic’s reach. It does not mean them.

It means them, too.

THIS IS THE MAN WHO PUTS CHILDREN IN CAGES. HOW WE CONVENIENTLY IGNORE THAT FACT. WHO THE FUCK IS NEXT.

Who do you think.

I need to know who is raising their voice to oppose this. I need to know who is willing to take to the streets again. I need to know how it is we have embraced and facilitate one very sick individual to guide our vision. I need to know how you are going to allow the government to remove those medications from us and call it patriotic.

I d-e-m-a-n-d to know.