In case anyone's forgotten, those of us advocating open and honest fund-raisers back in April 2005 had nothing but the noblest intentions in mind in setting up Andyscam, to struggle against the scam that rocked the internet.
But the primitives, on the other hand misinterpreted those pure and noble sentiments, thinking we--four from this side, and two from the late red round one's side--wanted to hound this poor sick man to death because he presented a threat to the Republican party in exposing our alleged voting fraud.
The primitives could be really stupid, and here Beth Ferrari was getting all set up to fleece them. Her fund-drive to heal the late red round one of pancreatic cancer had nothing to do with the late red round one, or pancreatic cancer. It had everything to do with Beth scoring big so that she could divorce her husband Doug, whom she'd found tiresome, get her son out of San Quentin, pay all the back taxes on her mother's properties in San Francisco and out in the country, pay off her monstrous personal debts, and buy a few bales of marijuana with the change left over.
In their innocence, gullibility, stupidity, or naivete, the primitives were liable to fall for it, and that had to be stopped.
As the late red round one did die for reasons unconnected with decent and civilized people, the primitives were sure karma was going to get us. They ominously wished for long agonizing deaths for us, usually from cancer.
After about a year, we said, "Well, if this is karma, let's have more of it."
Not only did nothing bad seem to happen, but also a lot of good things. I lost track of the other five years ago, but last I heard, they were all flourishing and prospering.
I wasn't doing badly myself, but then in April 2017, I was unexpectedly diagnosed with stage 4 cancer of the esophagus, and stage 4 cancer of the liver.
Well, yes, of course, that was very bad for me, but this was 2017, and Beth Ferrari's scam that rocked the internet had happened in.....2005.
If this was karma, it was sure was taking an awful long time to happen.
To keep as long story short, for seven months I was in chemotherapy. But since it seemed to be killing me, I gave it up and went into hospice, waiting to die.
Last March after six years in hospice, Medicare thought I was taking a suspiciously long time to die. Maybe I was cheating. But per their standard practices, they wanted to find out the "why" of it, and ordered a bunch of tests to be performed on me.
The tests recently being concluded, it was found there was not a trace of cancer in me any more. Not a speck, not a scintilla. The original diagnosis hadn't been wrong; at the time I was truly infested with cancer and dying from it.
I have no doubt the primitives are dancing with joy; franksolich lives. I sound flippant about it, but at the same time I'm fully aware God could pull the carpet out from under me. So one must remain humble and grateful.
