Re: off topic

Lymehelp wrote:
Usenet Supreme Commander Chuck wrote:
DisinformationDeliberateRelease@xxxxxxxxx wrote:
McSweegan, you will recall, is the NIH's Infamous "DO NOTHING"
novelist. I will copy in McSweegan's sicko "Obsession" story below this
complaint to the FBI and the US Attorney's office.

From: kmdickson@xxxxxxxxxxx [Add to Address Book]
Subject: Anonymous INternet Harssment using an anonymous
remailer...Re: Same address for "hung like a horse" post as the Lacy
Peterson Death threat post...Re: Anonymous Internet Harssment and Lyme
is a Bioweapon (US Army says so)
Date: Thursday, October 05, 2006 09:18:10 Thu, 05 Oct 2006 13:18:10
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Anonymous Internet Harassment using an anonymous remailer:

Notice that "Chuck" uses an anonymous remailer in his story about how
women who
have children with Lyme disease, have put ticks on their children,
in his "Obsession" story, in which he also pretends to be a woman (Ed
serious sexuality/mysogyny issues):

McSweegan was also at the Jan 31, 2001 FDA LYMErix vaccine meeting and
posted this anonymously, using a remailer:

That was after I told the FDA that LYMErix was bogus
because they used a bogus blood test to qualify it and that Yale and
illegal threw out vaccine failure data as "unconfirmed Lyme"

The SPECIFICITY of each antibody to Lyme is ACCURATE for diagnosis.
If you require 5 SPECIFIC antibodies to be present, when, as Steere
says, these
antibodies evolve over time, that decreases the ACCURACY of the test,
or misses
more cases.

Steere himself said these antibodies appear over time, and that new IgM
diagnostic of persisting infection:

The opposite is what we now have as a test for Lyme, that the CDC
claims is
accurate but is NOT according to the FDA rules for a method validation.
What we
have now for a Lyme test is like saying I cannot be white female unless
I have
blond hair, am shorter than 5'-4," and have a certain level of estrogen
in my

The entire STUPID idea for a Lyme vaccine for a relapsing fever
borreliosis was
Ed McSweegan's, as you can see from his harassing letter to Senator
Goldwater, where he not only exposed the fact that the Navy experiments
illegal nerve gas, but that the US Navy was incompetent, and he also
assaulted the entire Department of Defense, as the Commanding Officer
of the
Naval Medical Research Unit in Bethesda stated.

McSweegan's harassing letter and the Navy's response is on my homepage.

You can see that McSweegan has stalked and harassed everyone, and is
very, very
mentally ill.

Please look into the matter.

By Edward McSweegan
Honorable Mention
"Are you back online with those crazies?"
"They're not crazy. And neither am I."
"Well, you're making me crazy. And the kids."
I listened to his angry exhale. I could feel his eyes on the back of my
neck as I stared at the computer screen. My skin is super-sensitive
since the disease started.
He said, "The kids are in bed, in case you manage to drag yourself away
from that online loony bin."
I listened to his feet stomp into our bedroom.
The kids are fine. He's fine too. But I'm not. Doesn't he understand
that? It hurts just to sit here and type out my messages to the group.
I don't know what I'll do if I can't type anymore. Who will I talk to
about this endless nightmare?
I shouldn't say that. Frank was a good husband. He went with me to the
doctors. I had all the symptoms. I still do. There's fever, sweats,
chills, sore throat, upset stomach, shortness of breath, joint pain,
headaches, eye floaters, confusion, forgetfulness..., confusion,
irritability--that's mostly Frank's fault--tremors and exhaustion. I
think there are more. They come and go.
The first doctor I saw didn't have a clue. He poked and prodded and
asked about the flu.
"It's June. Who gets the flu in June?" I asked.
"It happens," he said from behind the barricade of his desk.
I tried most of the doctors in town. None of them knew what they were
doing. None of them made a diagnosis I could accept.
On grocery day, I was still wondering why I felt so bad when I
overheard two women talking about Lyme disease and the ticks the older
woman said she kept finding in her yard. I backed out of line with my
"Excuse me," I said. "What were you saying about those ticks?"
"Oh, it's dreadful, dear. Nasty, blood-sucking creatures. Then you get
all those horrible complications that never go away. The doctors never
manage to diagnose it," she said. "It's a nightmare."
I was so excited. I grabbed her arm as if she might suddenly disappear.
"Yes, I think I have that." I told her about all my symptoms and the
doctors' silly ideas about flu and aging.
"My dear, they have no idea." She waved a dismissive hand. "You need
an expert."
"And you need the right information to make sure they give you the
right antibiotics," said the other woman.
"Where can I...?"
"The Internet. There is a whole community of wonderful patients who can
help you get the right treatments for this awful thing."
She scribbled some Web addresses on the corner of her grocery list,
tore off the paper and handed it to me. "You check here before you
waste more time with those HMO docs. We have to help ourselves, dear.
Keep in touch."
Well, she was right. I found everything on the Internet. Some victims
had posted their symptoms, a do-it-yourself diagnostic survey, and
heart-breaking stories about ruined health and indifferent doctors. Now
I didn't feel so alone.
Frank took me to another doctor and I got the Lyme blood tests. All the
tests came back negative, but I knew they would. The Internet sites
said the tests were inaccurate so you had to rely on how you felt.
The doctor shook his head and said I was wrong. "Online chat rooms
and newsgroups are not reliable medical sources. You shouldn't listen
to faceless strangers just because they're agreeable and accessible
through a computer."
I saw Frank nodding in agreement. I think that was when he decided I
was obsessed. That was so unfair of him. All I wanted was to feel
better again.
Driving home, he said, "Honey, none of the doctors can find any
evidence that this is Lyme. They did the blood work. I think we need to
re-focus and ask what else it could be."
"No. The tests are unreliable. The Internet says you can be
"Then why'd you take 'em in the first place?" He raked his
fingers through his "Look, a pregnancy test isn't always reliable
either. But you take five of them and if they're all negative it's safe
to say you're not pregnant. Right?"
He had that nodding, eager look on his face. I could see he was hoping
I would just agree. But I couldn't. Other people failed the tests and
still had Lyme. I knew I did too. "I'm not pregnant," I said. We drove
home in silence.
The doctor refused to write me a script for antibiotics. I'd already
used all the antibiotics I got from the all the others. It's so
outrageous having to beg for the medicine you need to get well. Lucky
for me, someone in Lyme Chat said you could buy antibiotics online.
They were for aquarium fish, but so what. I bought three hundred
dollars worth before Frank saw the credit card bills and went
A week later, Frank suggested we see a specialist at the university
Well, he seemed nice enough. He read through my charts and asked me
about my lab work. I didn't tell him about the aquarium antibiotics.
He made a temple of his fingers and said, "You know, these ticks are
clever little vampires. They have tiny saw-toothed heads to cut through
your skin and burrow in." He jabbed two fingers onto the desktop. "Then
they secrete a cement that holds them in place. That's why they're so
hard to pull out. Now once they get themselves anchored they release
various chemicals to dampen your immune system and keep your blood from
I felt faint.
"And the bacteria they sometimes carry, they're sort of shaped like
microscopic worms or snakes. A lot of people imagine these things
wiggling through their skin and corkscrewing into their nerves and
I scratched at a sudden itch on my arm.
"These can be very powerful and disturbing images for many people.
Sometimes they can be overwhelming, even when there is no tick. No
parasite. No bacteria."
"What?" I asked. "You mean, not real?"
He drummed his fingers on his desk. "It's a condition called
'delusional parasitosis'. Lyme disease fits this paradigm for a lot of
people: some of whom are often so desperate for a physical explanation
to an illness when, in fact, it may be more appropriate to explore an
emotional or psychiatric...."
I was out of my chair and out the door before he finished telling me I
was nuts. In the car, I screamed at Frank for tricking me. "I'm not
"Look, you need help," he pleaded. "You need to get well. Who cares
how that happens as long as it happens? Those hypochondriacs on the
Internet are just re-enforcing your belief in something no one else can
"Then I'll have to show you," I said.
On Saturday, I got myself out of the house and drove over to the kids'
school. Where the playground backed up to the woods, I unfolded one of
our queen-size white sheets and dragged it over the uncut grass. I saw
a tick expert do this on the Discovery Channel. Then I turned the sheet
"There they are." I started laughing. Reluctantly, I knelt down and
counted the tiny black dots clinging to my sheet. I used a stiff blade
of grass to flick the little monsters into an old baby food jar. I
jammed the lid and hurried home.
I showered and shampooed. Then I went into our backyard with a fresh
white sheet; I had to throw the first one away. How could I ever sleep
on it again? I dragged the sheet around the yard until I found a tick.
Thank God we didn't have as many as the school. I showered again,
threw away the other contaminated sheet, and waited for Frank to come
When he came in I waved the jar in his face and said, "Here's your
proof. We're infested."
He took the jar and peered at it. "What's this?"
"Ticks. Nymphal ticks. The kind that infect you. They're loaded with
Lyme bacteria and God knows what else."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. I'll spray some pesticide if you're
afraid of the backyard. Is there any dinner or do we have to eat
I stormed upstairs and got back online to tell my fellow victims about
the ticks I found.
Later, Frank came upstairs to nag me about my Internet sessions, but I
ignored him. After he went to bed I found my jar of ticks in the
kitchen and brought it upstairs.
The boys were asleep. I straightened out their sheets and blankets. I
know I haven't been the best mother to them lately. But I'm so
tired from having to fight this disease alone. I need help.
I unscrewed the jar's lid and sprinkled the ticks into their hair.
Someone has to listen to me.