How Does A Reader At The New York Times Get Away With Saying They Know Someone (me) They Have Never Met
I have a rule. Do not argue with readers at the New York Times. I get to break the rule because I made it. I just don’t recognize who they are talking about as if one thing came before the other so obviously there is some kind of undiscovered reason there is a timeline. A timeline to what. My life? I wish you luck on that one. The house I grew up in was a POOR one. We did not have enough food. It was abusive. Wikipedia was not there. I have held full-time jobs since I was 12. The idiot the media has invented in no way, shape, or form, is me. Did I use publishing. You bet I did. It bought me three months of meds. That was it. That is all she wrote. I am making the distinction that there is a link between how we treat HIV and call it “in care.” And how we are going to treat long-term medical problems of Covid. I am suggesting that if you have both HIV and Covid, it’s not looking good. It’s hard to get treated for HIV. It’s going to be just as hard to treat the long term context of what comes next. If we do not discuss these links as to what care is, we will definitely reinvent the wheel. I write what I want to write. Am I supposed to be humiliated by the subjects I set out to explore. Do I appear to you to be someone who cares about what people think. There is no evidence of it. I do not know who else you are talking brayed accusations thrown around at WHO. I do not bray. I do, however, tell a story. Listen or not. I don’t care. I ask people NOT to read me all the time. But obviously. I have upset your day. I apologize, but I am still a communist.