by Conti, Gene;
“From what I’m hearing through the political grapevine, my colleagues in the mental health field tell me that the government’s strategy is to make sure their bootlickers in the liberal media continue to pump out stories of psychos who use firearms to kill.” She took a big gulp of her second cola.
“Go on.” I prodded her.
“Don’t rush me, Lucci. Instead of the media pushing for more mental health institutions to chamber these deviates to begin with, before they start their killing sprees, they only wish to remove the weapons from their possession. Sounds logical, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I said, but I was still unsure of where Dorothy was going with this. And she saw the puzzled look on my face.
“Lucci! Follow me closely,” she said, pointing two fingers toward her eyes and then back to mine with frustration.
“The feds plan to start with the schizophrenics, major depressives, and the bipolar. People in those categories who own weapons will be made to cough them up. The general public will fully and totally back this.”
“Ahhh, then quietly—”
“Do not interrupt, Lucci; it’s not polite.”
“Okay, Okay.” I respond indifferently.
She then repeated my words. “Then quietly, slowly they move down the ladder to anyone who has taken even one valium tablet, or who even lives with someone who is on psychotropic meds or antianxiety drugs. All this under the guise of public safety.”
“And the public won’t even realize what is happening until it’s too late. The Matrix at work—big time.”
“Bingo, Lucci. You finally got it through that thick Italian skull of yours,” she uttered, sitting back and savoring a long drag on her cigarette.
“Well, you’re sorta half Italian, Dorothy.”
“By injection only, my friend. By injection only.”
She stopped swiveling and sat up directly confronting me. “The ultimate power and control, is to leave ones’ citizens defenseless. Why the hell do you think Paul Revere and William Dawes made that ride? It wasn’t to trollop around at midnight to look at the stars.”
“The Minutemen of Lexington and Concord needed to be warned that the British were on a forced seventeen mile march from Boston, after rowing across the Charles River, to confiscate their weapons and ammunition. If the British had been successful, the Revolutionary War would have ended before it even started— strangled in its crib.”
“And we’d all still be drinking tea instead of soda,” Dorothy quickly added, while chuckling and taking another sip of her second cola.
I succinctly added. “And the Minutemen were a militia made up of any able bodied men, which is why our Founding Fathers wrote about a “well regulated militia” in the Second Amendment. The libs have twisted and revised it to mean the modern National Guard or something of that nature—in other words, the government!”
The Dorothy dragon was ablaze. “They dumb the kids down with that Common Core, or whatever the hell they call it now. Our Founding Fathers are doing back-flips in their graves. The youth today don’t even know we were fighting against our own government. We were British subjects.”
Searching my tablet, I found a quote. “Dorothy, check this out. George Mason, the father of the Bill of Rights, who kinda ought a know a few things regarding the Second Amendment, stated, ‘I consider and fear the natural propensity of rulers to oppress the people. I only wish to prevent them from doing evil… . Divine Providence (God) has given to every individual, the means of self defense.’ Mason was saying that we the people had a God-ordained right to protect ourselves against our own government.”
“Lucci, you just brought something out that most of the liberal Marxist crowd has never considered.”
“Which is?” I asked, looking at her wondering if I unintentionally missed something.
“You’re trying to educate the kids that there is a God and that He’s the God of the Judeo-Christian Bible, correct?”
“Okay.” I drawled, still wondering the direction Dorothy was going in.
“It’s staring you right in the face, Lucci—wake up! Our Founding Fathers said our rights come from God. No God leaves only our benevolent government the ability to bestow rights on us. What government grants, government can also take away—if there is no God. Remember what you said to the World Ecology Flag crowd?”
“I almost forgot, that’s right. I did subtly allude to that point.”
“Here’s a tidbit for you, Lucci. The word ecology was coined by none other than Hitler’s favorite little racist, Ernst Haeckel.”
“He’s the same weirdo who falsified the embryonic drawings and called for racial purity for the German people, as dictated by the inexorable laws of evolution.”
“Why do you think our government, with collusion from media and academia, is ramming this ‘Mother Gaia birthed us’ evolution hogwash down our throats, and permits no dissention?” as she slams the soda can on her desk and more butts go flying all over the place again.
“Power and control!” I immediately responded. “They want to be the sole power and the glory forever and ever. They must marginalize and ultimately destroy the Judeo-Christian God and His laws of life.”
“And put that head of yours on the silver platter,” Dorothy said, and we both started to laugh.
“One more thing. How did Thomas Jefferson put it?” I asked while scrounging on my tablet trying to find the quote. “Ah, here it is. ‘A government big enough to give you everything you want, is a government big enough to take away everything you have.’ Dorothy, I totally agree with you, once the feds hijack our means of self defense, it’s over! Yep, it’s all about power and control.”
I looked at my watch. “Geez, it’s getting late. Emily will be wondering why I haven’t called her yet.”
“I need to hang around. Vince still has a Tai Chi class, and afterwards he’s promised to take me out to dinner tonight. He’s a real softy.”
“Walk me to my car,” I requested of Dorothy.
“Why? Do you need me to protect you, Lucci?”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her. “No Dorothy, I wanted you to explain to me how the United States initially became involved with eugenics and sterilization. You intimated that the Nazis followed our lead.”
We opened her office door and headed down the hall to the stairway. I finally could breathe again. “So which Americans were involved with this eugenics stuff?” I turned to her and asked.
Casually, she looked at me somewhat surprised and said, “None other than the Queen B herself—Margaret Sanger, founder of Planned Parenthood.”
My mouth dropped open. And before I had a chance to speak, she followed through with “And the Supreme Court of the United States.”
I stopped dead in my tracks.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
THE OFFICE
“What’s your problem, Lucci? Got glue on your feet?” “I didn’t realize how tied into the eugenics movement Margaret Sanger and even our judiciary were.”
We were about to descend the same stairway that I had initially come up from the building’s entrance.
“Well, while we wait for you to unglue yourself, do you know whose office that is across the hall, opposite these stairs?”
“I haven’t the foggiest idea.”
“That’s the office of your favorite gay social justice bureaucrat.” She said smiling in a sly way while nodding her head.
“Dietrich’s office? That’s it?”
“Yes, he expropriated it from one of our department heads, tore down the walls on each side, and expanded into those office spaces as well. Had it completely remodeled to his liking. It’s immense. Even Dean Avery’s office could fit two and a half times into Dietrich’s.”
I walked over to his door. There was a very large thick brass-plated slab of a sign. His name was deeply engraved in black on the plaque. Marvin Dietrich, PhD was on the top line and beneath it read Chairman – Department of Social Justice.
“Ho
ly cow! He really is an arrogant—” I paused searching for the right word.
Dorothy leaned over and, with her hand aside her mouth as if to whisper to me, said, “Lucci, you can say it. No one’s around. They’ve all gone home, and I don’t have the cussin’ jar. Say it … bastard!”
“Well, you know …” I said sort of embarrassed and shaking my head.
“Actually, in his case, it would be the correct term. He truly is an illegitimate child. And you can appreciate this, Lucci, the term is also biblical.”
I really think she enjoyed using the word since Dorothy obviously reviled him anyway. And the illegitimacy thing was a welcomed point of irony.
“Do you remember the large tall expanse of windows just above the entrance you came through?”
“Yes.”
“All that is his office. The entire bank of windows was altered and augmented to his specifications with the very best low E-rated metallic oxide coating, of course.”
“Hey, the best taxpayers’ money can buy, right, Dorothy?”
“His vista, which is opposite of mine, has a clear shot down the walkway to the flagpole and the statue of Mary beyond. And he hates it. Every time he looks out, he is required to look upon our nation’s symbol—which he despises—and then the statue of Mary—a reminder of our country’s religious heritage.”
“Lucci, this guy is slime of the worst order. One of the cleaning crew guys, making his usual rounds to all the offices on this floor, unlocked Dietrich’s office door one evening. He caught Dietrich fisting Erik.”
“Holy crap! Is Dietrich a Kevin Jennings acolyte?”
“Who?” Dorothy asked.
“Jennings was Obama’s Safe Schools Czar. He’s the founder of GLSEN—the Gay, Lesbian, Straight, Education Network. He was the keynote speaker at his own GLSEN conference that discussed the subject of homosexual activists with school kids.”
“Did you say Safe Schools Czar, Lucci? Holy Mother of God!” she exclaimed, shaking her head violently, in total disbelief. “All I know is that this worker was just trying to do his job, cleaning offices. He happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Dietrich reamed him out and tried to get him fired. It was the talk of the campus his first year. I counseled the poor fellow for a while.”
As we started down the stairs, Dorothy was ahead of me mumbling something about, “That S.O.B. probably can’t get it up, anyway.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
DECADENCE
As we exited the social sciences building, I had to turn around to see those windows of Dietrich’s. They were impressive.
“So Lucci, pay attention! You wanted to learn about the eugenics movement in the U.S.”
“I’m listening,” I said, turning my head and eyes back to Dorothy.
“What was the full title of Darwin’s first book?”
He titled it, “On the Origin of Species by Natural Selection.”
“There was a sub-title you know. What was it?”
“Umm …” I thought for a few seconds. I knew it. Just needed to dredge it up from the deep recesses of my memory. “Or the Preservation of Favored Races in the Struggle for Life,” I finally blurted out, smiling at her with a “See, I knew it” attitude.
“I don’t know what you’re grinning about, Lucci. It’s nothing to smile about.” She looked like she was digging for a cigarette in her bag. “Repeat it slowly to yourself and you’ll get the answer you’re looking for.”
Half under my breath I muttered, “Or … the … Preservation … of … Favored Races … that’s it! Favored Races! Wow! If that isn’t a racist title, I don’t know what is.”
“And if there’s any doubt in your mind, Lucci, his second book, The Descent of Man, should seal it for you.” Dorothy was still digging in her bag.
“I thought you only smoked in your office?” I asked, leaning over, making it obvious I was looking down into her bag along with her.
“Okay, Lucci. I do cheat once in a while. But you’re right. I’ll be good.” She closed her purse and slung it over her shoulder again.
“Why don’t you take that little government spy box of yours and bring up some of Darwin’s misogynistic quotes.”
Typing on my tablet as we walked, I searched. “Here’s a good one: ‘A woman is merely a stunted man.’ And this: ‘The average of mental power in man must be above that of woman.’ Oh, this is a good one: ‘The chief distinction in the intellectual powers of the two sexes is shewn by man’s attaining to a higher eminence, in whatever he takes up, than can woman.’” I started to laugh heartily, silently reading the next quote.
“Okay, Lucci, your chauvinism is showing. Which quote are you laughing at?”
“Writing of a future wife he wrote: ‘An object to be loved and played with—better than a dog, anyhow.’”
“That’s enough of Darwin’s female bashing. Why don’t you research some of his statements regarding anyone who was not Caucasian—his racist quotes?”
We had reached the quadrangle’s flagpole, and I suggested to Dorothy that we sit on the little wall that surrounds the flower beds while I touch base with Emily, so she doesn’t worry.
After my quick call, I noted, “Looks like the monks have repaired the mess Erik and his clodhoppers made a few weeks ago trampling over the flowers. You can’t even tell that one bloom was disturbed,” I said admiring their work.
Dorothy gave me a dirty look, for me to get back on point.
“Yes, the racist quotes,” I scrambled quickly. “Wow! This one about sums up his entire attitude: ‘At some future period, not very distant, as measured by centuries, the civilized races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace, the savage races throughout the world.’”
“Go on, it gets even better,” Dorothy cajoled, her face showing a mixture of irritation and outrage.
I proceeded. “‘At the same time the anthropomorphous apes … will no doubt be exterminated. The break between man and his nearest allies will then be rendered wider, for it will intervene between man in a more civilized state, as we may hope, than the Caucasian, and some ape as low as a baboon, instead of as now-’”
“‘—between the negro or Australian and the gorilla,’” Dorothy finished off the quote from memory. “You realize, Lucci, that Darwin equates the black man with the Australian aborigine and that of the gorilla. At best, maybe a step above the apes.”
“I want you to locate Darwin’s statement regarding ‘the weak members of society,’ and you will see Dr. Mengele, Ernst Haeckel, Hitler, and Planned Parenthood all rolled into one.”
“I believe this is the one you are referencing: ‘Thus the weak members of civilized society propagate their kind. No one who has attended to the breeding of domestic animals will doubt that this must be highly injurious to the race of man. It is surprising how soon a want of care, or care wrongly directed, leads to the degeneration of a domestic race; but excepting in the case of man himself, hardly anyone is so ignorant as to allow his worst animals to breed.’”
“Incredible! Unbelievable! I must bring this up in my class. Students, and the public in general, have absolutely no idea what the underbelly of evolution is really all about.”
“Lucci, now that you understand the basis for this decadence, I will present the face of evil to you in the figure of Margaret Sanger.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
IN THE DARK
Still reeling from Darwin’s statement, I repeated the phrase, ‘“As to allow his worst animals to breed.’”
“Lucci, Darwin equated humans with animals! And so do many leftists in academia and the government.” Dorothy stopped and leered at me, as if to attempt to infuse her thoughts into my mind. “No soul, no spark of divinity in us. And why should they? Everything just evolved somehow from the slime pit. Amoeba to man. Fish to philosopher. Ape to Caucasian … excuse me … to Aryan—the pinnacle of evolution.”
“The secular humanists will say that they don’t believe in social Darwinism any mor
e. How do you respond to that?”
“Nice talking point, Lucci. Good sound bite! But it doesn’t cut it in the reality of everyday life. The abortion mills are still cranking. The fetal body parts are still shipped to science labs for experimentation. They use clean sounding words and expressions like ‘embryonic stem cell research,’ ‘harvesting for possible cures’— all in the name of humanity. It’s Dr. Mengele’s human flesh on a massive microscopic scale, that’s all.”
“And the public,” I responded immediately, “doesn’t know or doesn’t care to know the difference between embryonic and adult stem cell research. Of course, only adult stem cell research has given us over eighty treatments and cures, while embryonic haven’t produced a one.”
Dorothy began to dig into her bag and then remembered. She angrily threw her bag down onto the little wall next to her. Very agitated Dorothy stood up and lamented, “The tortured screams are muffled now; they’re in the womb, not in the gas chambers,” as she paced in circles. “Lucci, drum up Thomas H. Huxley on your little nefarious tablet.”
“Wasn’t he Darwin’s bulldog, a staunch defender of Darwin’s theory? He went head to head with Bishop ‘Soapy Sam’ Wilberforce in the first Creation-Evolution debate barely seven months after Origins was published. Huxley soundly pummeled ‘ole Soapy Sam; and the atheists have been riding high ever since.”
Dorothy, still pacing in circles reminded me, “Karl Marx glommed on to what he perceived would be a good thing to underscore his Communist philosophy. Darwin’s family was not happy with Karl trying to buddy up with Charley by dedicating Das Kapital to ‘his friend.’ They felt their friends and church members would not look kindly on the matter. Lucci, do you have arthritis in your fingers? Haven’t you found Huxley’s quotes yet?”
“Got ’em.”
“Okay, check out the one that starts out,” Dorothy’s eyes searched skyward as she tried to remember the beginning of the quote. “Yes … ‘No rational man’.”
“Got it: ‘No rational man, cognizant of the facts, believes that the average Negro is the equal, still less the superior, of the white man.’” I looked up from my tablet.