by Conti, Gene;
“Lucci, in some respects, what you are trying to accomplish is admirable, but unless these kids absorb and take it into their heart …” she stopped to take a deep reflective sigh, “… the logic, science, and mind thing alone won’t matter.” She looked upward and slowly exhaled the cloudy vapors into the ceiling fan.
I watched as the smoke twirled around the blades of the fan.
She continued. “Remember in John chapter 9, when Christ healed the man ‘blind from birth’ on the Sabbath?” She repeated it again. “‘Blind from birth.’ In a small hovel of a town.”
“Yes, I do.”
“And how did the Pharisees behave toward Him?”
“They chastised Him for healing the guy on the Sabbath.”
“Now, Lucci, I really want you to analyze that incident from the prospective of your Matrix,” she instructed as ashes from her cigarette fell onto her dress.
I thought back to medical school when the psych professors quizzed us. I always felt pressured, like they were also psychoanalyzing us in the process.
“The Pharisees totally ignored the fact that He had to be God; I mean, instantaneous healing of a man born blind? Kinda obvious.
Instead they were concerned about maintaining their power and control over the people, and Christ was a threat to their power base. He had to be eliminated.”
“Very good Lucci, you win the kewpie doll. Sheesh. It’s like pulling teeth with you!” She threw her hands up and almost knocked over her monitor.
Like a flash, I jumped out of my chair and caught it just before it hit the floor.
“You’ve got some fast hands there, Lucci, I’m impressed.” After adjusting it in place, she patted the monitor like it was a dog. “Now stay!”
She shifted her weight slightly away from her computer. “This is not rocket science, Lucci. Likewise, the intelligentsia and glitterati must maintain their power and control at any and all costs, even if God in all His majesty appeared before them. This Mother Gaia/ ecology thing is a godsend for them. Pun intended.”
She continued. “I’m not sure that even you fully understand what is going on here.” She pointed her fingers at me with the cigarette locked between them, as some of the ashes landed on my hand. She didn’t notice and I didn’t wince.
“Please elaborate for me,” I asked, feeling she had something to offer I was unaware of.
Dorothy stood and started pacing around her office. “It’s really very simple. Darwin destroyed God. From time immemorial, no one has wanted to be answerable to an authority figure or a Creator— there have always been ‘hippies’ and ‘teenagers’ throughout history. Atheists were basically castigated and rejected from society. Darwin gave them respectability and credence. Believability for the first time.”
“Are you familiar with Das Kapital, Lucci?”
“Yes, that was the opus of Karl Marx, the co-founder of Communism.” I was happy I knew something.
“Did you know that Marx dedicated his second edition to his friend, Charles Darwin?”
I stared blankly at her. That important connection I was unaware of.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
ÜBERMENSCHEN
Not waiting for me to reply, Dorothy followed through. “Did you know that Marx wrote his co-conspirator, Engles, regarding Darwin’s book On the Origin of the Species to let him know that this was the book that, in effect, would give their socialist atheist philosophy of Communism scientific support?”
“Even Hitler and his National Socialist Party—the Nazis—used Darwinism to support his genocide of millions. He believed he was doing society a favor by eliminating inferior stock,” elucidating, as she waved her finger with the cigarette at me, while pacing the room. “And if you doubt me, check out the transcript of Hitler’s Wannsee Conference, which set the agenda for the Final Solution of the Jewish Question. Reinhard Heydrich, who was the SS coordinator for that conference, personally stated that ‘history will honor us for having the will and the vision to advance the human race to greater purity in a space of time so short Charles Darwin would be astonished’.”
“Are you aware, Lucci, that even today in Communist China, when one converts to Christianity, they say to that individual, ‘so you gave up Darwin’?”
“Okay, Dorothy, I’m somewhat familiar with the Nazis and the Communists, who are atheists, and use Darwin as their foundation and teaching tool to justify their actions. But how does this link to the Mother Earth crowd?”
“Gosh, you are dense, Lucci. I’m getting to it.” She waved her hands around wildly again, while walking and puffing madly.
“I’m giving you an overarching timeline, culminating with the radical eco-movement, so you can be on the same page as moi.” She gave me her irked expression while blowing more smoke into the ceiling fan.
“We all know, by the late 1800s and early 1900s, both the Protestants and Catholics had bought into this evolution crap. The radical Jesuit Pierre Teilhard de Chardin had to be reprimanded a number of times by ecclesiastical officials for his evolutionary writings. Unfortunately, he has received some praise by recent Popes.”
I nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah, the church has bought into evolution hook, line, and sinker, thinking they could blend, meld, or somehow make Christianity dovetail with this philosophy. The church has given its blessing on it.”
Dorothy walked past her monitor and patted it on the top again; then she deliberately blew smoke at it. Obviously, she was still frustrated with her “mechanical monster.”
“Charles Darwin had a cousin named Francis Galton who actually coined the term eugenics, which means … better yet Lucci, why don’t you bring up the Oxford Dictionary definition on your tablet.” She sat back down in her comfortable chair. “You’ll be able to bring it up quicker than I can with my monster.”
“Yup, here it is.” I cleared my throat. “‘The science of improving a human population by controlled breeding to increase the occurrence of desirable heritable characteristics. Developed largely by Francis Galton as a method of improving the human race, it fell into disfavor only after the perversion of its doctrines by the Nazis.’” I then looked up from my tablet.
Dorothy suddenly sat up straight. “Perversion? Perversion? By only the Nazis! Holy hell! The whole concept is perverted. What the devil was Planned Parenthood doing with those body parts of aborted fetuses - playing mahjong? The whole damn organization is a bunch of butchering Angels of Death. You know who he was, don’t you, Lucci?”
“Yes, Dr. Josef Mengele, the SS officer and medical doctor who performed horrific experiments, mostly on twins. Lethal injections, amputations, sewing exchanged body parts and even whole humans together in his morbid experiments. The vast majority suffering agonizing prolonged pain before dying.”
“That’s right, Lucci, and they did all that to prove the supremacy of heredity and thus bolster the superiority of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Aryan race.” Dorothy’s dark eyes were ablaze with anger as her fist struck the desk with a thud, sending the mountain of smoldering butts cascading off the ashtray and onto her desk.
“Are you familiar with the Lebensborn program, Lucci?” She said while sweeping the butts onto a tissue and throwing them into her wastebasket.
“No, can’t say that I am. Sounds German.”
“Darwin wrote about the breeding of fancy pigeons mostly. He was well aware of farmers breeding livestock for prize bulls and racehorses.”
“Ahh, and the Nazis decided to do it with the breeding of people to develop their ‘master race’, I bet.”
“Yes, Übermenschen in German. Lucci, there’s hope for you yet. Those Germans who were deemed, by examination, to be racially pure, could breed. The Schutzstaffel ran the show and got first crack at many single girls. Extramarital relations were encouraged. Marriage—”
“Schutzstaffel?” I interrupted, not being familiar with the term.
“Let me finish, Lucci. Didn’t your mother teach you not to interrupt?”
“Schutzstaffel—the SS! Didn’t you learn any history in school, Lucci?” She swiveled a bit in her chair. “Marriage—as I was saying before I was interrupted—was not a requirement. About 60 percent of the women in the program were unmarried. Those who did marry SS officers, and had racially healthy babies, underwent Nazi baptisms, Swastika flag and all! The unhealthy were to be … ah … disposed of.”
“What?” I bounced up from my chair. “All this to ‘prove’ the evolutionary superiority of the Aryan race?”
“Yes. Hitler was enamored with the evolutionary concept through the writings of Ernst Haeckel, a German biologist who promoted Darwinism and was a fanatical supporter of eugenics.”
“I know this guy. He was the charlatan who faked the embryo drawings that are still in textbooks today. ‘Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny.’”
“Ontology, what?” She looked lost.
It was my turn. “Dorothy, didn’t you learn any biology in school?” I queried, giving her a quirky expression.
“Since you are a lot older than me, Lucci,” she zinged me back, “my biology textbook had already removed the falsified theory, but you are correct, the drawings remain. They show embryos of a human, pig, chicken, and fish all at different developmental stages, suggesting they all evolved from one common ancestor,” she exclaimed, exhaling smoke from her mouth and nostrils. “The point I’m trying to make, Lucci, is that Haeckel wrote a book titled Wonders of Life, in which he proposed the ‘destruction of abnormal newborn infants’ could not ‘rationally be classed as murder’, because these children were not yet conscious.”
In a flash, I stood up again. “Is Peter Singer a re-incarnation of Haeckel? He’s the chair of bio-ethics at Princeton and is advancing essentially the same garbage, suggesting that parents should have the option of terminating newborns up to several months old— since they have not developed self awareness yet!”
Dorothy swiveled back and forth, her cigarette clasped between her fingers on the arm of her chair. The smoke zig-zagged up in sync with her back and forth movements. She continued, “And Haeckel didn’t stop there, and neither did Hitler’s admiration of him. Haeckel proposed, and Hitler put into practice, that all defectives, lunatics, and even cancer patients in Germany be eliminated or sterilized according to the ‘laws of evolution.’”
Unable to remain still any longer I started to pace. “Of course, according to evolutionary theory we are all just highly evolved pond scum. If you take evolution at face value, why not advance it by artificial selection rather than slow natural selection. Eliminate the undesirables. Hey, if farmers can stud out their prize bulls, why can’t a nation, through selective whoring, attain Aryan supermen and superwomen? How did you say it? The Übermenschen?”
“And, Lucci, do you know where Hitler got the particulars on how to go about putting this into practice?”
“No, where, Dorothy?”
“The United States of America!” She coolly sat back on her swivel chair, took another drag of her cigarette, inhaled it deep into her lungs, while watching for my response.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
THE CUCKOO’S NEST
I was still staring at her as I was thinking; The United States of America was involved back then, with all that perverse evil. It’s unthinkable. Something is wrong here.
Dorothy got up from her chair and walked over to a small micro-refrigerator in the corner, which I hadn’t even noticed due to the clutter surrounding it. “Would you like a soda or bottle of water? I’m parched myself, from educating you.”
“I’ll take a water,” I said standing to accept the bottle of water, and then I walked over to look out the window. Suddenly I heard the pssssh of a can of soda being opened. I turned to see she had selected a cola.
“Dorothy, between the soda and the cigarettes, you’re going to kill yourself. And don’t give me that ‘Well, we all will die from something’ routine.”
“No, Lucci, in fact I’m going to praise you on the stance you took the other week with Dietrich, right in front of the cameras.
Ballsy approach and it worked.”
“Well thanks, Dorothy,” I said knowing she doesn’t give out compliments lightly.
“At least I’m paying my way with my own health insurance coverage and not asking the taxpayer to do it for me. And if at some point they decide to drop me—so be it. This country was conceived in freedom. Too bad we’re losing it. I’ll take responsibility for my actions,” she chided as she chugged down some of her soda, cigarette still in hand.
“So you agree with me, I take it,” I stated, still wanting to confirm her position.
“Yes, Lucci, if one wants to trash and destroy their body on alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs, that’s their decision. Did you know at one time, up till the early 1900s in this country, one could walk into a chemist, we now call pharmacies, and order virtually anything they wanted off the shelf—cocaine, opium, whatever, without a prescription? It was at the chemist’s discretion whether to sell it to you or not.”
“Yes,” I said, taking another swig of my water. “I am well aware of that freedom Americans once had. And if they got sick, their family, community, or church would help if they could. If not, sayonara!” I gave a half military salute-wave goodbye.
Dorothy again turned back and forth in her chair. “Now nanny government steps in to control everything and everybody and promises health care until death due you part—from them—in exchange for votes, of course. It’s up to the states, not the federal government, dammit, what health care to dispense, if any!”
“Father Ed and I have been through this discussion before,” I replied.
“This is not going to last much longer,” she predicted, taking another gulp of soda as she puts out her cigarette, which had burned down to her chronically scorched fingertips.
“How so?”
“Lucci, I also did mental health in the Emergency Department for a while. If the taxpaying public only knew.”
“The same patients cycle through over and over again. I know,” I replied.
Dorothy placed her soda can on the desk and lit up another cigarette. “They don’t take their medicine, don’t follow up with their psychiatrist, and blow their disability and welfare checks on street drugs and alcohol. They cause a calamity—assault, a domestic whatever—police are called, and they are brought to the Emergency Department.”
I jumped in. “Then I get to see them for the one thousandth time, for medical clearance, and afterwards, I send them over to you in the rubber room.”
“Right,” she said, sitting back again in the swivel chair. “Then I get to process them again for the one thousandth time and try, with much difficulty due to lack of space, to locate a mental health institution where they can be treated for the proverbial one to three days. They shove some more pills down their throat, then give them their prescriptions and an appointment to follow up with their psych doctor, which of course doesn’t happen. And the cycle begins again.”
“Tell me about it,” I answered bitterly. “These people need to be locked up for a long, long time—no booze, no cigarettes, no alcohol, and no street drugs. Of course our bleeding heart liberals don’t want them put away in some institution because some Nurse Ratched may hurt their feelings.”
“Funny movie, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, although a bit unrealistic and over the top.” Dorothy actually laughed, reflecting on it as she spoke. “What the public doesn’t realize is that we really need to re-open, and if necessary to construct, more of these long term facilities, but, and it’s a big but, they must be controlled by the states, and not the feds.”
“And when you crunch the numbers,” I added, “it would cost the taxpayers a hellava lot less money to keep them locked away, than roaming wild on the streets abusing the taxpayer’s money on street drugs and alcohol and causing mayhem. Of course, locked away it’s kinda hard to vote for your freebies.”
“Do you know what is about to happen, Lucci?”
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“Ed is not the only one with contacts high up the chain of command. Since the federal government is controlling it all now, they have finally discovered the best, not the only, but the best way to eliminate the Second Amendment—and with the people’s blessing.”
“Dorothy, are you talking about confiscation of all personal firearms by the fed?”
“Yes, I am—absolutely!”
“And the public is going to support this?”
“Without a doubt!”
“This I have got to hear.” I moved again to sit on the visitor’s chair. “By the way, how come you don’t do psych in the ED anymore?”
“Oh, a patient punched me in the face.”
“And?” I asked.
“I slugged him back, so they fired me. Said I wasn’t being professional,” she stated matter-of-factly as she calmly exhaled a plume of the carcinogenic gases into the air.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
THE QUEEN B
“What a joke,” she exclaimed, remembering the awful event. “What would happen to you, Lucci, if you spat on, cursed at, or hit your parents?”
“Let’s just say, I wouldn’t be here to tell you about it.” My thoughts immediately went back to my dad, who was a strong disciplinarian.
“Oh, so your parents weren’t being … professional?”
“I never thought of it that way.”
When Dorothy realized her can of soda was empty, she proceeded to get up to get another one, leaving her cigarette in the glass ashtray. She returned, to her desk with another can, placed it on her desk, popped it open, and sat down again. “So, therefore, I guess its okay for those street punks to spit on and throw rocks at police without significant repercussions. And if the police retaliate they are not being professional.”
“You’ve got a point there, Dorothy.”
Still very curious about what she had to say regarding the Second Amendment, I asked, “So how is the government going to get the general public to actually want the government to seize their firearms?”