U.S. Freedom on Foreign Soil

guatemala_syphilisThroughout the 1940‘s, U.S. government medical researchers purposefully and secretly infected more than 2,500 Guatemalans with various STD’s.

Purposefully, because the researchers could not perform such illegal experimentation on Americans, and therefore chose to do so on foreign peoples.

Secretly, because the U.S. government did not want Americans, nor anyone in the international community, to learn about the immoral experimentations.

As reported by Rob Stein for The Washington Post, at the helm of the Gutemala experiments was the infamous Dr. Taliaferro Clark who, in the 1930’s conducted similar illegal and immoral syphilis experimentation on African-American males for the notorious Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment.


Says Stein, the tests in Guatemala were carried out using many methods, including direct injection of syphilis into open wounds, and “putting infectious material on the cervixes of uninfected prostitutes” who were then brought to men in order to infect the men, as well, through intercourse.

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Unsolved Mystery

From the point of view of the pharmaceutical industry, the AIDS problem has already been solved. After all, we already have a drug which can be sold at the incredible price of $8,000 an annual dose, and which has the added virtue of not diminishing the market by actually curing anyone.”

Barbara  Ehrenreich


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Hitchhiking Through Communism With a Sprained Ankle


Photo: Sylver Blaque / Ow!

Laying here on my back, swollen toes pointing up at the God who saved me from MegaDeath.

Thinking about hospitals & patriotism.

In the ER on Friday, I was sure I’d be there for at least 9 hours or more waiting to register…waiting for a room…waiting to see a doctor…waiting to have x-rays…waiting for x-ray results…waiting for doctor to look them over…waiting for diagnoses…waiting to be admitted or discharged.

Generally speaking, a U.S. emergency room wait is a good time to pull out a mirror and watch your hair turn gray.

While you WAIT.

Friday, though, was a pleasant surprise.

The ER was nearly empty, I was registered, wheeled into a room, and seen by a doctor in record ER time (1.5 hours!). X-rays and all the waiting around sped by within another short couple of hours, and I was patched up, and hobbling out to my car on crutches only 4 hours after arriving.


This got me thinking back to the last time I MegaD’d my ankle – before my rambunctious terrorist MegaDeath was even born.

I was in Cuba, on the road from Havana to Santiago, traveling as most Cubans do, by way of thumb…


Photo: Sylver Blaque / On the road somewhere in Cuba

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