'HIV Superinfection' Is Scary

Just not scary enough to stop good ol' Hadley from boning HIV-infected strangers.

Listen to the single-name-only gay guy, diagnosed with HIV infection a year ago, describe his recurring nightmare in SF Weekly's tear-jerking cover story, which claims that "sensational headlines coupled with fearmongering public health reports have HIV-positive men in San Francisco running scared. It doesn't have to be that way."

"I became obsessed with thinking about it. I'd imagine new viruses attacking me while I was in the middle of having sex," he says, rolling his eyes at himself. "It got to me more than I'd like to admit. I'm terrified of superinfection."

So-called HIV superinfection happens (or doesn't) when an already-infected person gets reinfected by a different, perhaps drug-resistant, strain of the AIDs virus. But Hadley's alleged fear of superinfection doesn't show up in his response to finding out he got the "gay plague" while screwing "at least 100 sexual partners in his first six months" in San Fran Sicko. Instead, after discovering he was HIV-positive, Hadley went on an ass-banging binge, "racking up an estimated 300 more partners in his first year of infection. He says he did not know the status of many of those partners," the Weekly reports.

Now I don't really care what Hadley does at night. But I do wonder what effect AIDS drugs has on our out-of-control health-care costs. UNAIDS says "$22 billion will be needed in 2008 to reverse AIDS spread in (the) developing world." That's a butt-load of money.

Could that have anything at all to do with spiraling hospital bills? Just checking. That's a story I'd love to see the intrepid mainstream media explore, but instead it's too busy trumpeting the "pure pleasure" of the apparently fabulous gay Western flick, Brokeback Mountain.

P.S. Since all you randy rump rangers cruising the Frisco gay bars don't know Hadley's full (or maybe even his real) name, here's a description, courtesy of the Weekly: "Hadley is waif thin and nearly 6 feet tall, with unruly wavy brown hair and bright hazel eyes" who "moved to San Francisco from Tucson in 2003." If you see Hadley in the bar tonight, better steer clear, cowboy, before hoppin' in the saddle.

Schwarzenegger Plays Terminator

With Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger's rejection of Stanley "Tookie" Williams' clemency plea, it looks like justice might break out in the Emboldened State.

While street thugs and inmates threaten violence when Tookie gets snuffed, similarly predictable leftists and professional race baiters play the only card they know. (That would be the well-worn race card.)

All I can say is, "Why didn't this happen two decades ago?" Why keep a gang founder and murderer alive for more than a week after his conviction? Good riddance, Tookie. Good luck in hell -- dress for warm temperatures.

Another al-Qaida Bastard Bites the Dust

Gotta love those Predator UAVs: The CIA used one of the unmanned flying death machines to send Hamza Rabia straight to hell during an early morning missile strike.

Surely the Democrats who charge that President Bush has abandoned the war on terror will now accuse the United States of indiscriminate killing, since five other losers died in the Pakistani safehouse alongside al-Qaida's No. 3 man, and because a previous Predator attack killed eight others but missed Rabia:

Rabia was the target of another Predator attack on Nov. 5, according to local Pakistani officials. During that strike, in the village of Mosaki, eight people were killed in what is now described as an unsuccessful attempt to kill Rabia. Local officials have told NBC News that the dead included the wife and children of the al-Qaida leader.

The basic lesson to learn here? It doesn't pay to bunk with al-Qaida.

Mandate Health Care and Watch Jobs Flee

San Francisco's socialist stuporvisors are at it again. The latest crackpot antibusiness scheme? Force small businesses with 20 or more workers to provide health care for all employees working half-time or better.

I'm no stranger to the health care price explosion; I happen to know how much even a crappy policy costs when you're self-employed and have to go it alone. Frankly, the costs of health care make it almost impossible for part-timers and independent contractors to get by in the Bay Area.

But that doesn't mean I think coverage should be mandated. Every person who takes a job does so freely. Every employee who accepts part-time work without benefits does so at their own risk and of their own volition. Last I checked, this was still America, land of the free (although sometimes here in California I swear there's a missing R in that last word).

Possibly the most amazing part of the stuporvisors' socialist scheme is the money involved. Chief wacko Supervisor Tom Ammiano -- who has not yet dinged his undoubtedly sweet health care package for a lisp removal -- says he wants to force the employers of the approximately 38,000 uninsured workers to foot the tab for their employees. The businesses would have to pay approximately $4,000 per employee, the Examiner reports. It's all part of an effort to "reduce the $25 million-a-year impact the uninsured have on our public health care system," Ammiano says.

But any idiot with a calculator can see the numbers don't add up. Quick: What's 38,000 times $4,000? It's $152 million. Where's the other $127 million, Tom? If the city was really worried about cutting the cost of health care for the uninsured, it should enforce laws against vagrancy and quit spending $22,000 an hour on bums.

If the socialists in City Hall make this misguided legislation a reality, what do you want to bet the city will see a huge upswing in employees with exactly 19 workers on the books?

Ramsey Clark Takes On Traitorous Task

Lest you had any lingering doubts about our homegrown socialists' real agenda, Ramsey Clark -- a former U.S. attorney general who's been a longtime lion of the American left -- has flown to Baghdad to aid in Saddam Hussein's defense.

I'm sure Clark and his cohorts will say that he's just doing the right thing, like an ACLU attorney defending a NAMBLA pedophile. Well, it's time these twisted, anti-American freaks stop doing the wrong things.

One of my favorite redneck mantras is: "America -- love it or leave it." Well, Clark doesn't love America, and he's just left it. Let's bar him and other traitors from returning.

Zarqawi Dead in Iraq?

Forensics experts are trying to determine if one of the eight terrorist crispy critters who blew themselves up after being surrounded by U.S. forces is chief scumbag Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, Debkafile reports.

Wouldn't that be cool?

No Thanks, Osama

No Constitution, no booze, no poker, no banks, no homosexuals and no pictures of women in papers and magazines -- just a double dose of Islam. That's Osama bin Laden's starter plan for America, according to a new book that delivers the terror leader's Messages to the World.

The Guardian drops a few more of bin Laden's nuggets of wisdom, including this doozy: "Every Muslim hates Americans, hates Jews and hates Christians." It also includes undeniable proof that the sand-dwelling megalomaniac is a lousy poet:

I shall lead my steed/
and hurl us both at the target/
Oh Lord if my end is nigh/
may my tomb not be draped/
in green mantles.

What a dick.

The City That Forgot How to Rock

When the Rolling Stones hit the stage Sunday at San Francisco's SBC Park, somebody turned the volume knob to 11. As a result, the concert could be heard over large swaths of the city. I heard it myself from Bernal Heights, probably 2 miles from the show.

The next day, the distant low rumble turned into a high white shriek, and the Chronicle ran a silly story about widespread noise complaints from the city's tender-eared residents:

Chronicle senior pop music critic Joel Selvin said in his review of Sunday's concert that "the music (was) blasting with surprising clarity for the volume."

No one had to tell that to Kepa Askenasy, an architect who lives on Potrero Hill. She said she loves the Rolling Stones, and welcomes concerts in San Francisco, saying it makes her feel part of the city. But Sunday's performance, she said, was too much.

"You couldn't be outside,'' she said. "It was over-the-top loud, almost violent.''

The touchy-feely description of how much Askenasy loves rocking to the Stones and feeling "part of the city" is typical for this pussified city, as is the bureaucratic response to the Stones' big bang.

"It was loud. It was bad. It was a shock. It was unacceptable,'' said Bob Davis, executive director of the Entertainment Commission. "The city wants to be friendly to concerts, but not to the detriment of the citizens."