A new phase in the Left’s campaign of demonizing those whom it hates.
"Last Thursday, I gave a lecture on the jihad threat at the Grand Hotel in Reykjavik, Iceland.
Shortly thereafter, a young Icelandic Leftist registered his disapproval of what I said by poisoning me.
At this crowded Reykjavik establishment, I was quickly recognized.
A young Icelander called me by name, shook my hand, and said he was a big fan.
Shortly after that, another citizen of that famously genteel and courteous land also called me by name, shook my hand, and said “F**k you.”
We took that marvelous Icelandic greeting as a cue to leave.
But the damage had already been done.
About fifteen minutes later, when I got back in my hotel room, I began to feel numbness in my face, hands, and feet.
I began trembling and vomiting.
My heart was racing dangerously.
I spent the night in a Reykjavik hospital.
What had happened quickly became clear, and was soon confirmed by a hospital test: one of these local Icelanders who had approached me (probably the one who said he was a big fan, as he was much closer to me than the “F**k you” guy) had dropped drugs into my drink..."
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