ELITE CONTROLLER CHRONICLES V

A REAL LIFE CONTROL EXPERIMENT

The Problem of Long Term Non-Progressors

“One unlearns man when one lives among men”.

Zarathustra, Part 3, The Return Home

It’s not always easy being an Elite Controller. Going to the gym, shopping for groceries, eating, sleeping, writing the occasional Elite Controller Chronicle, enjoying the sun, maybe seeing a concert, feeling very healthy, waiting for – it’s enough to break almost anyone. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. (I’m quite sincere about that!)

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After an exhausting week of controlling my HIV infection, I spend Tuesday evenings rehearsing with an excellent London-based chamber choir. (Very difficult to pass the annual audition.) Many choir members are choral scholars, and all have degrees from good unversities. Some play a musical instrument at professional level. There are a few composers. Lots of management consultants. Some in finance, pharma, music education, and so on. Except for me, they are all aged from 25 to around 45. And like most high-powered Millenials and Zoomers, they are completely invested in all of the prevailing narratives on Covid, Climate Change, DEI, pronouns, LGBTQI+, the NHS. I have difficulty engaging in small talk with them. Like Dr Johnson’s dog standing on its hind legs, I can’t do it well, but I’m surprised I’m able to do it at all. Occasionally I let slip an uncomfortable truth, leaving an uneasy silence in its wake, which is followed by a quick change of subject.

What I did last week

Last week I accompanied the choir to Bordeaux for its annual tour. We performed in three different venues, including a Sunday mass in Bordeaux Cathedral (attended by my handler, Mr Jamie Andrews, Esq).

Here’s proof.

As you can see, Mr Andrews chose to vulgarize the holy occasion – including the baptism of little Charlotte – by comparing Sunday Mass at Bordeaux Cathedral to a Football Match.

After a “frank and productive” conversation, Mr Andrews he has assured me that in the future, he will “reflect and consider” before posting such inappropriate remarks.

On Monday the choir toured two vineyards in Medoc, including a wine tasting at the famed Chateau Beychevelle. We also performed a short concert for the owner of Chateaux Beychevelle and selected wealthy friends.

Overall, it was an enjoyable day out.

Unfortunately, I had to endure not one, but TWO guided tours about wine making. Some of you may enjoy listening to a lecture by a soil chemist in French-accented English about all things to do with winemaking. Pas moi. Hectares, schmectares. While Madame la chimiste was droning on, I stared out the window at the lovely vista.

Pauillac (we passed this chateau on the trip)

After 45 minutes of valiantly trying (and failing) to feign interest in her riveting presentation, I perked up when she asserted that it had become more difficult to grow wine in Medoc during the last 20 years BECAUSE (no prizes for guessing the answer):

CliMaTe ChAnGe!

My eyes rolled so many times I nearly fell over.

Other heads nodded knowingly.

Later, our music director – who runs a wine investment business – remarked that Bordeaux had far more exceptional vintages during the quarter century since 2000 than during the quarter century before it, in particular during the period 2015 to 2020.

So climate change (i.e. “global warming”) is making it more difficult to produce great wine according to Chemist Lady Net Zero Apologist, and yet… the number of excellent vintages has increased over that time.

Every time I hear someone go on about Climate Change or Covid, or (insert latest global scam here) I get exasperated.

How exasperated?

On a scale of zero to “Judge Judy”, I’m an “11”.

Therefore, I try to avoid situations where I’m exposed to such tripe. This is why I haven’t watched a single MSM news broadcast, nor read a single newspaper or news magazine since April 2020. Doing so makes me ill.

Sometimes, though, it’s unavoidable. During the choir’s farewell dinner on Tuesday night, interpersed with the usual small talk at these events, I often heard the phrase “during Covid”. They would find it inconceivable that Covid was a government-sponsored psyop. In fact, on another occasion, I once used the term “Plandemic, and the person I was speaking to laughed. “It’s not a joke.” I replied.

I also had to listen to a fellow bass’s story about his uncle who had worked on the Large Hadron Collider and how wonderful that must have been for his uncle. I tried in vain to tell him the reality. after all, I had only spent eleven years in controlled thermonuclear fusion research. You’d think I might have an interesting take on the subject. So I told him that large collaborations – such as in particle physics or controlled thermonuclear fusion -- were nothing more than glorified welfare programs for scientists with families to feed. This didn’t seem to make an impression. I don’t want to make blanket statements about Millenials, but… actually, I do. They are proportionally the most indoctrinated of all age cohorts.

By the time our farewell dinner ended, I felt as if I were living in a parallel universe. I was only able to think straight the next morning. Socializing with choir members may be a pleasant vacation from reality, but only taken in small doses.

To coin a phrase

The next morning, I read the press release for the film “Positive Hell” , in which producer Joan Shenton quoted the terms that the pharma industry applied to people diagnosed as HIV positive but not on ART -- “long term survivors” (“non-progressors” or “elite controllers”…)

It got me thinking.

Long term survivors + non-progressors = long term non-progressors. Interesting.

Sounds like a good way to refer to “normies”, don’t you think?

Long term non progressor -- someone whose beliefs never “progress” towards truth, or towards a more accurate representation of the world, even when confronted with facts which invalidate prior beliefs.

Instead they tend to react like this.

Do they know I’m an Elite Controller?

I conducted a few of my own “in vivo” experiments to see how people would respond to learning about my own in vivo experiments on HIV. Would they trust their own eyes? After I have an HIV viral load of around 150,000, give or take, and I ought to be slowly dying of AIDS. They can see that I’m very much not sick.

Or would they Trust The Experts, i.e. behave like long term non-progressors?

The sample size isn’t large, but the results are clear.

Four out of four people without university degrees said they believed me. That’s not to say they understand the science, but they trust me.

Three out of three people with university degrees tried not to think about it. They don’t understand the science either, and they know I don’t lie, and yet… Anyway, I don’t hold it against them.

Let me give you an example. The first person not on X I told about my decision to stop taking ART was “Harry” (not his real name) from my choir. Harry teaches biology in a secondary school. In early January I decided to tell Harry about the non-existence of viruses, and the fraudulent double helix model of DNA. I sent him a link to Jamie Andrew’s Substacks as well as my X profile, @FouanPere.

The following week I asked Harry what he thought of it. He was clearly made uncomfortable by it. Harry is one of those people who seemingly glides through life without worrying too much. He also comes from a posh family. Did he actually read Jamie’s Substacks? I don’t know.

A month later, I told Harry that I had stopped taking my HIV medication because HIV, like all other viruses, didn’t exist.

The next morning Harry sent me an email. He was concerned about my seemingly reckless behavior and asked me to review my decision with my doctor. I replied to his email thanking him for his concern, told him that I knew exactly what I was doing, and that the last person I would speak to is a doctor, because it was an HIV doctor who nearly killed me in 2009 by prescribing the HIV medication Nevirapine. I even posted this anecdote on X. Mike Yeadon himself commented on it. And then Harry and I spoke no more of it.

I chatted a lot with Harry during the choir tour. By that point I had been off the medication nearly 5 months. I am in visibly better health than last December when I last took ART.

Harry didn’t ask whether I was still taking my HIV medication. He clearly put it out of his mind.

Call me old fashioned, but if an acquaintance of mine had told me that he had gone against prevailing medical wisdom – and called fraud on the discovery of HIV by two Nobel Prize winners in medicine (Gallo and Montagnier) -- I wouldn’t have put it out of my mind. I would have bombarded him with questions. I might even have said “Wow!”

Would Harry he would have been so lacking in curiosity had I told him I had cured myself of cancer by not taking any medication over the last five months?

What does it take to get people to wake up? Should we even try?

I can understand the reluctance of those who took the Covid vax to think about their decision. They can’t change anything. The ones who advised others to get vaxed should at the minimum apologize for how they behaved. In a just world, they should be sued or tried. But that won’t happen. I know this from bitter personal experience.

I can understand when complete strangers, such as gay men who describe themselves as HIV positive on Grindr, think I’m a crank when I tell them that HIV is a myth. (Most of them know about “Elite Controllers”.)

But I’m still disappointed that people who know my reputation for honesty cannot overcome their cognitive dissonance. Their so-called education and their desire to conform to the prevailing political narrative seems to override everything else.

So be it.

I do not see it as my responsibility to wake up the hardcore long term non-progressors. The truth about HIV and viruses in general cannot be suppressed forever. I give it twelve months before germ theory is history. (Hopefully even sooner.) Long term non-progressors will be the ones to experience the most severe cognitive dissonance when that occurs. Qu’ils se débrouillent. (Let them deal with it.)

In the meantime, when we are interacting with a group of long term non-progressors, we need to preserve our own mental sanity by not arguing with them. Change the subject. It’s called self-preservation.

We need to remain elite controllers of our emotional responses. We need to remember that we have the truth on our side.

Re-read the Nietzsche quote at the top of this article, and it should make more sense.