29/06/10 Child Predators

After waiting four hours, Medicine Victim was finally told to transition from the lots-of-chairs room to the big-paper-chair room.

There he waited some more.

At last, a Busy Body came in, and performed what he could have done by himself, putting a gray brace on his arm, filing it with air, and checking the position of a needle on a dial. Now is a good time to mention that Medicine Victim was not particularly extroverted or inherently sympathetic; and so he was made to wait some more, in order to compel him to transfer his care about his sunk cost, time-wise, unto a form of docile contrition. Not for healing him, of course! No, this little charade as nothing to do with health, and everything to do with Ego. The One Ego.

The Ego of Child Predators.

At last, a Child Predator came in.

“You are complaining about your shoulder?”, he asked, sitting behind a table and gloving.

“Ever since childhood, I’ve had intermittent flares where a lump of painful flesh suddenly develops in the back of my right shoulder. It goes away within a year or so, it is hard to pin-point the exact length, but some years it’s there, some other year it’s not.”

“And how long as this been happening?”

“Since childhood.”

“Next step is examination,” Child Predator spoke, as he rose from his seat and invited, using mostly body language, Medicine Victim to sit on the big paper chair, and take off his shirt.

He proceeded to touch around the shoulder, sometimes far off, sometimes right on the lump, giving a confusing impression of both making sure of the extent of the affliction, and random pretense.

“I can... definitely... feel a lump.” Child Predator expressed, as he continued his touching.

“I am convinced that the only logical explanation is that I have suffered a vaccination wound when I was a very, very young child. There is no other reason for this lump to form at the exact same spot again and again and again, year after year after year. This is why I am seeking to bring this to court, and I require your testimony that this is indeed consistent with a vaccination injury of a very young child.”

“No. This is consistent with having been in a fight! You are simply experiencing a totally inconsequent blunt trauma. It will go away on its own.”

“That’s what the Child Child Predator said when I was eight years old. I have never been in a fight, and I would have known if someone had punched me in the back of the shoulder! This is a very strange place to hit someone, in between the beginning of the arm and between the shoulder bones.”

“Well, if you deny having been in a fight, it could be cancerous. Cancer can be very serious. You should meet a specialized Child Predator. I am giving you an address.”

“When I was sixteen, I went to a Cancer Child Predator. He took physical samples of both the lump and the skin. The results were negative for cancer. Isn’t all of this in your surveillance file, or whatever you call it?”

“This clinic has its own files. Organizing transfers can be arranged,” the Child Predator retreated behind his own chair, “I do not appreciate your tone. Are you threatening me?”

“What?” replied an incredulous Medicine Victim.

“Busy Body! Busy Body! Call the Order Enforcers!”

Within a fraction of a second, the room was filled with large, muscular men in body armor and sunglasses, pointing their hand-held machine guns towards Medicine Victim, and shouting, “Drop your weapon!”

Medicine Victim attempted to comply. Yet... how does one comply with the impossible?

The news that night read as “Hostage taker commits suicide to evade capture.”

...

Vaccine Lump coughed some of the toxic garbage that usually gets crammed in dead human corpses. Vaccine Lump’s first conscious impression of his world was quite dreary: a cold, pitch dark, body-sized drawer metal box. His first priority, it seemed, was to escape the morgue, in order to save himself from immolation.

Vaccine Lump made a silent prayer, blessing his father, Medicine Victim, for the gift of his memory, which was bound to be useful. He then proceeded to twist upon himself, over and over, until being ultimately capable of disconnecting his own body from the decaying one of a murder victim. No, Vaccine Lump was not decaying; he was quite full with vigor.

What purpose? What purpose was his to embrace? It appeared that vengeance was a valid option. “Kill the vaccinator! He deliberately targets children because they cannot sue for malpractice! Child Predators must be punished for having imposed upon the world a ‘normalcy’ that trivializes systematically assaulting infants as soon as they are born, making sure not one life experience is capable of being genuinely good! Their excuse is survival rate, when their motive is gross, free, license to be as negligent as they are able to be! The truth is that they deliberately hurt perfectly healthy people, deliberately lower their quality of life, in order to integrate them into their Health Machines, pawns that vomit money and adulation! And so, under their rule, we grow more crippled, more cut and more unfree. Each permanent pain they can impose, is a reminder, a tattoo, a slave’s brand. ‘You will come for more,’ they say! ‘You will appreciate the gift of dependency.’ they say!”

What of shining light into the evil at play? Surely a quantity of Human Prey could be convinced to escape the established Tyranny, and make their own society, liberated from their butchers. “Attack a news station! Run a live camera! Communicate in clockwise and counter-clockwise rotations a morse code signal to force some quantity of individuals to receive the Truth! They just very well might act on it! Expose! Expose! The vaccinator is factually a criminal, the pediatrician is a shield to his peer, the cancerologist is a shield to his peer - these people are willing to extract your flesh from you, but they are not willing to address the larger nature of your wounds! They take, and make the least amount of effort on what is precious to you! Your ‘you’ is precious, and watch how they squander, without the quest for truth! They are only paid to deliver the boring, predictable result of a fake test intended to protect some other Child Predator. Maybe it could be a powerful message for reform! Are we not allowed an Order Defender to defend us from Order Attackers, when we face charges? There needs to be Health Defenders as a counterbalance to Child Predators! Health Defenders have sufficient awareness of the consequences of Predation such that they may safeguard their Human Prey from abuse! Starting with banning Child Predation, and forcing Child Predators to become Health Attackers, so that they may finally be held liable for their lack of ethics!”

Vengeance. Justice. Powerful options.

Another option was to simply live. Live the life, the real life. “Watch the sun rise. Watch the sun set. Go on treks across the vastness of the land. Forget the evil of a world that has relinquished dominion over your pain, your destiny, your compliance. Pure freedom is waiting for you amidst the wilderness of the Eternal Horizon; and it will take you in better struggles than those of a slave.”

“Consent. Consent,” he continued, “Consent. Consent to be born. Consent to be mutilated on the first day of life. Consent to be defiled on the first day of death. Consent. Consent. What is consent, if it only serves broken beings to assert their authority on warped, twisted, lowered concerns that were controlled to be non-threatening to the larger system of oppression? One in which there exists no crime for permanent injury inflicted upon children, not as a flaw, but as a feature?“

Vaccine Lump made his way to the walls of his box. He came to the tragic realization that he was hermetically sealed into it, and there was no escape. He kept trying for hours on end to open the door: to no relief.

...

On that day, Vaccine Lump saw neither Dusk nor Dawn; but the blazing inferno perpetrated by Human upon fellow Human.

On that day, Vaccine Lump was born, Vaccine Lump was extinguished.

There were no tears.