aids killer

Crowder recently put out a video calling aids a “silent non-killer” and calling the epidemic a hoax to steal research money and kill children. He also said that you’d need to have sex with someone who had aids 10,000 times to catch it, and featured a sketch where a dog thinks it has aids but, silly dog, nobody really gets aids.

Please, please, regardless of what you think politically or whether you think the crisis was a hoax, do not have unprotected sex with someone who has aids! And, if you think there’s ANY iota of a chance whatsoever that you have aids, go to the doctor/clinic and get tested! The doctor isn’t going to laugh at you or say that you’re being silly, they’re going to find out whether you’re infected with a deadly disease or not.

~ Vape


Alternately dubbed the “Monster of Montmartre” and the “Little Old Lady Killer,” Thierry Paulin stood out as an anomaly not only within “normal” society but among serial killers. The victims of most sadistic psychopaths generally mirror the murderer’s own sexual orientation and race: whites tend to prey on whites, blacks on blacks, straight males on women, gay males on other men, etc. Paulin violated all these expectations. A bleached blond black drag queen, he savagely murdered nearly two dozen old white women in the Montmartre neighbourhood of Paris in the mid-1980’s, creating a panic among the city’s elderly female population.

Paulin’s crime wave began in 1984, when he was twenty-one. Accompanied on occasion by his nineteen-year-old lover, Jean-Thierry Mathurin, Paulin would trail old ladies home as they returned from the market, then pounce when they unlocked the front door. He and his accomplice killed with unusual ferocity. One victim, eighty-year-old Marie Choy, was bound with steel wire and forced to drink bleach before she was beaten to death. Another, seventy-five-year-old Maria Mico-Diaz, was so savagely hacked with a knife that she was nearly cut in two.

The “Monster of Montmartre” celebrate his twenty-fourth birthday in November 1987, by attacking three victims during a single weekend. One survived to describe him to the police, who had little trouble tracking  down a black transvestite with platinum blond hair. In custody, Paulin confessed to the murder of twenty-one female victims between the ages of sixty and ninety-five. He died of AIDS in April 1989, while awaiting trial.

The Killers Have Raised Over $1 Million for (RED)

According to a press release issued by (RED) today, The Killers have now raised over $1 million USD for the fight against HIV/ AIDS since beginning their (RED) Christmas Single tradition in 2006.

You can read the entire press release here.

Since 2006, The Killers have donated 11 tracks to (RED), and are the only band to have donated a Christmas track every year for the last decade. With the release of the new album, “Don’t Waste Your Wishes”, The Killers’ will have raised more than $1 million for the Global Fund – the recipient of all (RED) monies - since the release of their first (RED) single.


“We’re Going to Hell” by The (RED) Pack

The song features Jimmy, Bono, Julia Roberts, Kristen Bell, DJ Khaled, The Killers, Channing Tatum, Neil Patrick Harris and Halsey. Go to to learn more about how you can help the fight against AIDS. #TheREDPack


The Killers Christmas Singles (2006-2015)

  1. ‘A Great Big Sled’ (2006)
  2. ‘Don’t Shoot Me Santa’ (Dave 2007)
  3. 'Joseph, Better You Than Me’ (2008)
  4. '¡Happy Birthday Guadalupe!’ (2009)
  5. 'Boots’ (2010)
  6. ‘The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball’ (2011)
  7. ‘I Feel It in My Bones’ (2012)
  8. ‘Christmas in L.A.’ (2013)
  9. 'Joel, The Lump of Coal’ (2014)
  10. ‘Dirt Sledding’ (2015)

New York City: Protesters gather at the inauguration of New York Mayor Bill de Blasio, January 1, 2014.

A few dozen hearty souls from New Yorkers Against Bratton, ACT UP and Occupy Wall St. came out to protest at the inauguration of New York’s new mayor, Bill de Blasio. They came to slam de Blasio’s choice of racist stop-and-frisk advocate Bill Bratton to head the NYPD, his lack of a plan to fight HIV/AIDS, and remind the city of the many ambitious promises he made to get the votes of poor and working people. De Blasio was sworn in before a who’s who of neoliberal politicians, including Bill and Hillary Clinton and Andrew Cuomo.

I just had to…‘cause it is too true.

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, fellow Victims!

The Killers • Don’t Waste Your Wishes
Christmas Album

The 11-track record includes all of the Las Vegas band’s previous holiday singles.

The Killers’ Don’t Waste Your Wishes track listing:

1. “A Great Big Sled” feat. Toni Halliday
2. “Don’t Shoot Me Santa” feat. Ryan Pardey
3. “Joseph, Better You Than Me” feat. Elton John & Neil Tennant
4. “¡Happy Birthday Guadalupe!” feat. Wild Light and Mariachi El Bronx
5. “Boots”
6. “The Cowboys” Christmas Ball’
7. “Feel It In My Bones” feat. Ryan Pardey
8. “Christmas In L.A.” feat. Dawes
9. “Joel The Lump Of Coal” feat. Jimmy Kimmel
10. “Dirt Sledding” feat. Ryan Pardey & Richard Dreyfuss
11. “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” feat. Ned Humphrey Hansen

Available now on iTunes. The physical release will be December 9. All proceeds go to (RED)’s fight against AIDS.

Everyone says it’s feminists who hate men… yet all I have seen feminists do is say ‘Men are people who are capable of controlling themselves and must take responsibility for their actions’.

Yet I have seen anti-feminists compare men to sharks, wolves, cars, HIV/AIDS, cancer, serial killers, thieves, pedophiles and kidnappers…

So tell me how saying 'You are a person. You can control yourself, you need to face criminal charges for criminal acts’ is man hating yet comparing men to all those horrible things is 'fighting for men’?

Because correct me if I’m wrong but doesn’t that seem a little backwards?

conscience of the king ;;

Sleeping had not been an easy affair. The quarters were too close, and Aidan, unwilling to sacrifice his pride, had refused to move. Fears of nightmares coupled with the fear of Vallaine discovering that he had them kept him from falling into an restful sleep, and when Aidan rolled off the cough with the rising of the sun, he looked terrible. Bags drooped under his eyes, and they were shaded the color of the bruise on his cheek. His hair was a ruffled mess and his shirt had stretched out to an unflattering bagginess. He yawned, stretched, and longed for the days when it was still possible to use coffee as a life force. 

For the moment, he let Vallaine continue to sleep. Aidan had packing and exploring to do, and he started with the more appealing of the two options: discovery. He walked upstairs and began peeking through individual rooms, digging around and retrieving what he could (a few band aids, some pain killers, an unopened toothbrush, a fresh pair of clothes that he promptly changed into. 

On a whim, he paused by the window and glanced out into the yard. It looked like it had once been a peaceful home, surrounded by gardens and flags. It had been– 


Aidan sprinted downstairs and ran to Vallaine, shaking him roughly to wake him. “Keep calm and go lock yourself upstairs in the bathroom. Open the window, and do not open the door for any reason until I come to get you. Understood?” Aidan didn’t wait for the answer but made for his bag, grabbing his gun and the machete that he often kept at his belt.