I Was Attacked with Biological Weapons, by My Own Government!

Is this the shit they tested on me?

G.I., Government issue, grunt, dogface, slick. These are but a few of the more or less colorful euphemisms used to describe military enlistees. If you’re in you’d better accept the fact; you’re nothing but chattel property to them.

Now they want you declare your everlasting allegiance to them, but it’s a one-way street. You’re their bitch, and they intend to treat you that way, including using you as unwitting and unwilling subjects in all manner of testing, and who better than a dogface grunt?

I’m not the first and I surely won’t be the last to learn that lesson. Once the government owns you they have the right to treat you in any manner they wish, and they will exercise that right. I should have never taken that step forward at the induction center.

It begs the question, what was that shit they tested on me back in 1976?

Every Monday morning we had a shop meeting. On this beautiful June morning, SMSgt. Jenkinson announced a new, required vaccination for all mobility personnel, which meant all of us. We had one week to get the mandatory inoculation.

My friend Smitty went right down on Monday, but I didn’t get there until Wednesday. On Thursday Smitty failed to show up to work. I called his house and he was sick as a dog, which I thought was kind of odd for June, but I put it out of my mind, that is until Saturday.

I woke up feeling out of sorts, but didn’t think anything about it since it had been a fairly hard Friday night. I got some orange juice from the refrigerator and took a drink, and it felt like somebody was taking a white-hot wire brush to the inside of my throat. Never before or since have I had a sore throat that burned that badly.

Within a couple of hours my temperature had spiked to 104, and I was alternating between sweats and chills with intense body aches in my lower back and hips. I went to sick call, and they gave me some aspirin and something for my sore throat and sent me home. I was in agony all day.

Sunday was more of the same, and when Monday came I was feeling even worse, so I went back to sick call. Let me tell you about sick call in the military. If you believe you’re too sick to work, you have to arrive at sick call by 7:30 AM. As a rule they handed you some pills and sent you back to work, so very few people ever wasted their time with sick call.

I expected to see only four or five people, but there was at least 30 obviously sick people in the waiting room. When my turn came, the doctor looked at me for about two minutes, told me I had a virus, handed me some aspirins and sent me home. I repeated that drill every day that week, and the military that never lets you miss a day unless the bone is sticking out gave me five consecutive days off of work.

For that entire period I was sick as a dog, with spiking fevers, body aches, sweats and chills; in 10 days I lost 25 pounds. Talking to the others that were sick, I found about 10% of the people in the munitions dump had also been sick with the exact same symptoms.

The US military used its personnel in nuclear test things to assess the short and long-term effects of exposure to radiation. The US government has also used prisoners for testing as well. What may be the most famous testing scenario on unwitting subjects in history is the Tuskegee syphilis study performed on African-American men. In the mid-70s TV news magazines like 60 Minutes were reporting about these atrocities. Smitty and I would joke about what kind of shit they had tested on us, but we both knew we had been lab rats without our knowledge or consent.

That’s when I began agitating even harder, becoming an extreme disruption, and securing my honorable discharge 14 months prior to my original separation date. I was determined never to be a guinea pig for some nefarious government testing again. It wasn’t until the advent of the Internet before I was able to figure out exactly what had happened to me.

It turns out the government was playing around with a bacteria known as Mycoplasma fermentans, a pathogen that was eventually suspected as the culprit in Gulf War illness. The symptoms were similar to what I had experienced, though they appeared to be less intense. However the ideal biological weapon would not make people intensely ill for a short period of time, rather it would create a long and chronic illness. Not only would it take that soldier out of the field, but it would force your enemy to invest resources in treating and caring for that casualty.

It’s suspected that Mycoplasma fermentans was reengineered by Dr. Shyh Lo, with the Armed Forces Institute of Pathology in Washington D.C., into what we know today as the AIDS virus. Then in 1978-79, an experimental hepatitis B vaccination was offered to several thousand gay men in New York City and San Francisco. Two years later was the official beginning of the AIDS outbreak in America, and ultimately more than 40% of the men in the hepatitis B study contracted the disease. That this was an random chance event is a statistical impossibility.

My health deteriorated over several years. Never one to be sick, it became normal for me to get ill for several days two or three times every year. Finally, in 1999, I donated blood at a blood drive where the phlebotomist didn’t clean my arm sufficiently. I developed an infected lymph node under my left armpit that eventually grew to over 3 pounds before the doctors removed it. My health almost collapsed after that.

That first year after the surgery I was sick half a dozen times, each lasting four or more days. My health was declining rapidly. Doctors were at a loss, so I decided if I was going to live I would have to heal myself.

I am not a doctor, nor do I make health recommendations to anyone, so nothing I say here should be construed as medical advice. I am merely relating how I managed to heal myself, and this is to be used for entertainment purposes only. Consult your doctor or healthcare provider before you make any decisions of this nature.

In 2000 I discovered colloidal silver, and I got myself a colloidal silver generator and made it in my own home. It took almost a year, but my health eventually returned to what I think it should be, or more correctly what it would have been were it not for the military testing. Today I get sick once or twice a year, and it lasts for a couple of days. I never get sick for several days at a time anymore, even though I’m 35 years older and should be experiencing more, and not less, illness. I believe if I had left my fate to allopathic physicians I would have died several years ago.

My conclusion? Don’t trust the military, ever, for anything, for any reason. If you have someone you love in the military do everything you can to get them out as soon as possible before they become a human guinea pig. One thing is certain, they will use your loved one for any reason that pleases them, and why shouldn’t they? They’re government issue.