The whole world knows that a woman in California “gave birth” to a litter of eight babies this week!

Mad science gone amuck, that is what the world must think of the American way. Who can rationally defend doctors doing this to any human being? An odd form of Hitlerism pervades the American way; rather than downsize the population by elimination of certain sectors of the population, it is the state decidedly increasing the already out-of-control population through means of medical manipulation.

It all comes down to the doctors!

Kaiser Permanente Bellflower Medical Center is where the madness is centered, a neonatal niche where mad doctors implant embryos into the wombs of women. Its previous record was a litter of five. They thought this batch was going to be a litter of seven, but it turned out to be eight.

And, the mother? A 33 year old woman who already has six children, their ages 2 through 7 years, all medically manipulated into the world. She is unmarried and was paid to undergo the pregnancy. Now, she is a 33 year old woman with fourteen children.

Doctors run the country and they have ruined the country. Will it ever come to an end?

“I know. I know they did, and, now we have to fight for your life. Lois, I want you to meet John Adamson. He’s an attorney with Slaughterman & Slaughterman, Attorneys for American Justice.”

“I’m sorry we can’t be meeting under better circumstances, Mrs. Lovewell.” John Adamson shook her hand. “I want you to know the court considers vehicular manslaughter of an innocent child to be a very serious charge.”

He lifted his hand to indicate he wanted her to hold her words. He pointed to the table and suggested they sit down and discuss the matter.

“I need to learn everything that happened. What was the reason for the accident? What caused the impact of your All American Vehicle with the tree on the side of the road?”

Luke held his wife’s hand, as the three of them sat at the small table together.

“Little Lulu and I were on our way home from the city. I take her twice a week for ballet. We were on our way back home, not far from Maple Grove Pass, when out of nowhere a deer appeared in the road.”

“Go on.”

“It was absolutely beautiful and Little Lulu became very excited. She’d never seen a live deer, only photographs and my paintings.” Lois stopped to recollect the moment and then continued, “Lulu said, ‘Look Mommy! A deer! A lovely deer!’”

“What happened next?”

“I honked my horn, but the buck didn’t move a muscle. He just stood there right in the middle of the road. I applied my breaks and honked hoping he would move. He never budged. I swerved to the right to avoid hitting him and my fender met with a tree trunk. It was unavoidable.”

“Is that all that happened?”

“Yes. I bumped into an old tree trunk at the edge of the roadway. I had a fender-bender and now my child is dead.” Tears swelled up in her eyes and her breathing became uneven.

“The last thing I said to her was, ‘Hold on, honey, we’re going to have a bump.’

“The gas bags were out just as soon as the bumper touched the tree. It was so quick. I was terrified, then I was unconscious. I think I heard Little Lulu scream. Maybe it was me. I don’t know.”

Lois broke into tears and Luke put his arm around his wife.

“Luke,” her words came out in choking sobs, “they said she was decapitated.”

“I know. I know. He put his head close to hers. “They took our child, Lois, but we can’t let them take you, too.” Luke held back his tears as he spoke to his wife, “We are all we have, Lois. We must remain strong.”

“Gone, just like that. Why? Why?” she agonized.

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Eight babies born from one woman’s womb, one tampered womb, tampered by doctors driven by money and the thrill of experimentation. Doctors who live and work without a professional or social consciousness related to the repercussions of the woman involved or the litter of children they helped to create; children who will be medically dependent for life, children who will have no opportunity to reproduce healthy children of their own when and if they reach the age of maturity.

How does this atrocity benefit anyone?

Human beings were not designed to have litters like pigs. Eight little piglets have eight little teats to suckle because that is the way pigs are designed. I ask you, does this woman in California have eight little tits to nurse the litter? Is her next step to have plastic surgery, so she can have eight breasts lined up along her abdomen to facilitate the need to feed the litter?

Have doctors not added eight more people to the growing list of those who live in poverty in this country? Certainly, no woman of financial means would permit this to happen to her, so it is only logical that the woman in question is on the low-income strata.

When does the madness end? This country needs a nation-wide birth control act in order to control the growth of our population. We need forward thinking people to lead us into the future.

One more question. Who is paying for all of this?

He couldn’t make out if the officer was an overgrown pig acting like a human of if he was just having a bad dream in the bizarre realm of sleep. Reality wrenched his gut, the fat man with a gun strapped to his waist was telling him that his daughter was dead.

Little Lulu was dead due to the explosion of the All American Vehicle safety device!

Luke Lovewell wanted to strike out at the officer, but he contained himself and listened to the office of the law until Officer Brunt had nothing more to say. With the sweat of cold shock on his forehead, Luke closed his front door and walked into his living room to sit down.

His wife was in jail.

His little girl was dead.

Luke alone had to make the call to have his headless Little Lulu cremated. He called Friendly Faces Funeral Home and made the necessary arrangements. As he provided the details, he could not believe his dear Little Lulu was dead. He hung up the phone and cried his heart out. Tears washed down his face as he asked God why Little Lulu had been taken from them.

Lois Lovewell had  been taken to Mercy Hospital. She was treated for a broken nose, burnes on her face, and several cracked ribs. She was then transported to jail where she was stripped of all her belongings and locked in a small cement cell.

Once Luke regained his composure from the shocking reality of having to make arrangements for his daughter, he called Slaughterman & Slaughterman, Attorneys for American Justice. He presented his information to an attorney over the phone and retained professional help for his wife.

Lois was taken to the visitor’s cell to wait for her husband to arrive. She was dressed in grey and shackled at the ankles. Her face was the color of a raw carrot from the chemical burns of the gas bag. Her once attractive nose had been pushed into her face, causing her to look more like a bulldog than the woman she was, when she last saw her husband that morning.

She was heavily drugged at the hospital and tried to resist the effects of the drugs had on her body. Luke entered the cell and rushed over to his wife, huddled in the corner on the floor.

“My God, Lois, are you all right?” He and the lawyer helped Lois to her feet.

“We lost our baby, Like. They took Little Lulu from us.” Tears burst out of her eyes as she broke down in the presence of her loving husband. “Our daughter, Luke, they killed our Little Lulu.”

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Well, we did it world!

The people of this country toppled the masters of ruination (Bush and his gang of thugs) and replaced America’s worst regime with new hope for a better future, by making Barack Obama the first black president of the United States.

The voice of the people made it clear last November that the hardliners, who acted in Hitler fashion, had to go, so the diverse population of this land could have an opportunity to reclaim their god-given right to be a free people and restore our honor in the world.

You were witness to the ruination of America over the past eight years. You were witness to the fact that George W. Bush was the country’s first APPOINTED DICTATOR, not a president voted in by the people.

With such a corrupt government at the helm, it is a wonder that the voice of the people was able to be heard and answered. Now, that we have a man of hope to lead us for the next eight years, maybe it will be possible that the spoiled American, who has been taught to squander both time and money, can reconstruct the foundation of our shattered society.

What is the foundation to a successful society? The institution of the FAMILY, of course.

We have a new president who has brought hope to the hearts and minds of the people, but he alone cannot bring about the change we need so desperately in this country. Rather than be obsessed with the wants of today, Americans need to invest in the future.

The children of this country are the future! It is their needs that need to be fulfilled!

“You’re under arrest for the reckless endangerment of a child and for the vehicular manslaughter of that child. You are responsible for the death of your daughter by failing to obey the law. How does that make you feel, Mrs. Lovewell?”

The KPAP camera hovered over her, waiting for an answer from the woman restrained on a rock hard stretcher.

Lois didn’t move a muscle, as she lay strapped to the inflexible surface. She was stunned by what Officer Brunt had said, as the surface she was strapped to caused pain to radiate throughout her body.

“Did you hear me, Mrs. Lovewell? I said you are under arrest for the reckless endangerment and vehicular manslaughter of your child.”

He slipped a handcuff on her already restrained wrist and linked the other cuff to the stretcher. He motioned one of his men to go along to the hospital with her.

KPAP understood that the show was over and began to wrap up the broadcast:

“There you have it, live Television-2-You News, an in-your-face KPAP exclusive look at the alleged child killer out on Old Oak Road, where the decapitated body of a little girl was found inside an All American Vehicle. We will have more on this story tonight. And, now a word from our sponsor.”

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Shortly thereafter, Office Brunt knocked firmly on the front door of 4209 Deer Meadow Lane. Luke could see a uniformed man standing on the other side of the inlaid glass that adorned the door to his home.

“Good afternoon, Officer,” he said, as he opened the door. “How can I help you?”

“I’m not here to solicit your help, Sir. I am here on an official matter.” Officer Brunt was brisk with  his manner and came right to the point, “Your wife has been arrested for the reckless endangerment of a child…”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Control yourself, Mr. Lovewell. This is a serious matter.” He looked straight  into Luke’s eyes. “As I was saying, your wife has been arrested for the reckless endangerment and vehicular manslaughter of a minor child.”

“Vehicular manslaughter! What are you saying?”

“You’re not making this easy for me, Mr. Lovewell. Now, settle down.” Officer Brunt used force in his voice. “Your wife killed your daughter and…”

“What!” Luke could not believe what he was hearing. He felt rage build inside him, rage against the State, but he knew he had to contain himself. The only way to get any information was to remain calm.

“I’m sorry, Officer,” he said, as he gathered his wits for the sake of knowledge. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“That’s more like it. As I was saying, your wife is responsible for the vehicular manslaughter of your daughter. It happened this morning, out on Old Oak Road. She drove your All American Vehicle into a roadside tree, just hard enough to activate the front seat safety device.”

Luke said nothing.

“Your daughter was in the front seat, Mr. Lovewell, not in the back where all children must be restrained when traveling in a vehicle. Neither was your daughter seated in the federally mandated child safety seat, which is required by law for all children who weigh sixty pounds or less.”

Luke could not believe what he was hearing as he stared at Office Brunt.

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“This is a bloody one.” Officer Brunt, a spongy looking man with a broad waist spoke to his partner as he opened the door to the passenger’s side.

Little Lulu Lovewell was obviously dead.

The impact of the gas bag popped her pretty little head right off her neck and propelled it directly out the rear window of the vehicle, as far as the eye could see. Officer Brunt sent his partner to search for the head, while he reported his discovery over his two-way communication device. Before long, more professionals were on the scene to investigate what Officer Brunt reported as a clear-cut case of vehicular manslaughter.

Little Lulu’s body was collapsed in the front seat. The seat belt was still fastened across her lap, the little lap Officer Brunt found covered with a deflated bloody bag and the child’s headless torso. The blood was sticky at the neck.

Lois was unconscious. Her body slumped across the bloody bag that clung to the steering wheel, after is smashed Lois in the face and broke her nose.

A number of young photojournalists, on the scene with cameras and the competitive desire to scoop the competition, managed to capture the bloody mess inside the vehicle. Reporters, microphone in hand, spoke to their television audience with an earnest dedication to broadcast up-to-the-minute news to the people, just as soon as it happens.

Rescue workers removed Lois from the All American Vehicle.

They strapped her ankles and wrists to a board and placed the board on a stretcher. Her face was a bloody mess and her nose had been smashed into itself. Her skin was burned from the explosive chemical residue and her eyebrows were gone.

The rescue team determined that Lois may not be able to breathe sufficiently and placed an oxygen mak on her face. The went about with their prescribed set of steps to be taken at the scene and, eventually, Lois returned to consciousness.

She opened her eyes to see people standing around her and realized that she was no longer inside the vehicle. She found herself pinned down, on her back, unable to free herself from the restraints. She felt pain on her face and chest. Lois felt like she had been crushed by an elephant’s foot, one that came out of nowhere.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Lovewell, you’re going to be fine. Just a broken nose and second degree burns. You may have some fractured ribs. If that’s the case, they should be taped.”

The rescue worker removed the oxygen mask from Lois’s face and continued,

“We’re going to get you to a hospital, right away.”

“Just a minute,” interjected Officer Brunt. “I need to talk to her.”

Officer Brunt looked around at the media cameras and caught the attention of the ever popular KPAP Television-2-You News network reporter with his cameraman. He waved them over for an exclusive live interview at the scene.

“According to your driver’s license, your name is Lois Lovewell. Is that correct?” The fat officer looked directly down at Lois , but not as closely as the camera lens focused on her disfigured face.

“Yes”

“And, you live at 4209 Deer Meadow Road. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“According to the registration, the All American Vehicle belongs to you and your husband. Is that correct, Ma’am?”

“Yes.”

“You did not have your child restrained in the federally mandated child safety seat, as required by law. That was a law enacted to protect all children, up to the maximum body weight of sixty pounds. Are you aware of that, Mrs. Lovewell?”

Officer Brunt went on without waiting for an answer,

“The law also states that all children age ten and under must ride in the back seat of a motor vehicle. Are you aware, Mrs. Lovewell,” his voice was strident, “that your daughter was not restrained in the back seat of your vehicle?”

Lois was in a state of shock. She felt like her face was on fire, as the pain penetrated flesh and bone. She had difficulty breathing through her rearranged nasal passages. She was in so much pain it was hard to remain conscious, but she asked,

“Where’s Little Lulu?”

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Little Lulu was the only child of Luke and Lois Lovewell.

She was a bright six year old, who lit up the heart of her parents with a wide-eyed look of love in her sparkling eyes. After years of living a childless marriage, Luke and Lois looked upon their daughter as heaven sent. She was a blessing. The Lovewells were model parents, who devoted each day to benefit and prosper the life of their lovely Little Lulu.

Luke Lovewell was a man of brawn. He was of average height, but that was all that was average about him.  He used his hands to make a living and his mind was as sharp as the tools he used to carve out his work. His faith was stronger than muscle and his body declared a figure of peace as well as strength. He was a good looking man with good posture. His thick hair, full mustache, and skin were enhanced by the elements.

Luke fell in love with Lois when he was a boy and his heart never wandered. She was an artist who painted animal and insect life, images she photographed on the parcel of woodland the two worked hard to acquire. United, they were a couple with enough strength of character to be objective, thoughtful, and kind–even during the hardest of times.

No one saw the accident that cost Little Lulu her life.

It took place one afternoon on the side of the road. Lois drove her All American Vehicle down the quiet country road and made every effort to avoid an impact with the large buck that appeared on the rustic roadway. She blew her horn, but the brown-eyed deer didn’t move a muscle. Lois applied the breaks to her All American Vehicle and the deer just continued to stare as it approached.

The deer may have been daydreaming as the vehicle moved toward him, but Lois wasn’t. She veered to the right to avoid hitting the animal. As a result, she bumped into a tree trunk on the side of the road. A one-car fender bender was the result. In the old days, the incident would not have resulted in the tragedy of the present. Lois would have collected herself, reassured her child, and driven on.

But the old days were gone. Vehicles had changed dramatically in her lifetime. Cars were designed with impact in mind, by a generation of young men captivated by fast-paced cars and television violence. Programed as little boys to play smash-up with toy cars, they designed vehicles after their boyhood fantasies.

All American Vehicles are designed with safety in mind, of course, hence the installed gas bags. Gas bags are explosive devices that shoot out of the vehicle’s dashboard and steering wheel like cannon balls. They jettison with unstoppable force and instantly slam their targets. The safety devices are manufactured by Gas Bags of America and installed according Federal Safety Standards. They deploy with precision speed, as they are designed to do.

The stunning male deer, looking more like one of Lois’s paintings than a live animal, bolted from the roadway when the gas bags deployed inside the cabin of the vehicle, where Lois and Little Lulu were seated. He disappeared into the thick of the woods and went on his way, no longer entranced.

Lois and her daughter were not so lucky. The vehicle remained quiet on the side of the road, until someone drove by and reported to local authorities that an All American Vehicle appeared to be abandoned on Old Oak Road.

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Thank you so much for following my first two stories: After the Accident & Spring Harvest.

Medical satire, giving you one extreme to the other and tying it all together. It has warmed my heart and lifted my spirit to have your attention and curiosity to return to my world for more. I also thank you for your comments.

Next in line is Remember Little Lulu, social satire addressing the state control of the people. It is longer that the first two stories combined, but you will find yourself coming back for more as you become involved with the characters. Decapitation of children by air-bags in American vehicles, in the early 1990’s, disturbed me very much and was the motivating cause for me to write the story.

Thank you again and tell your friends to visit my site!

“What a nice bag. Was it expensive?” Nurse Marshall held the bag open as the doctor slipped the plastic bag, containing the head of young Portman, into it.

“Don’t you recognize it? The sides of the portmanteau show the remarkable durability and beauty of tanned human hide, taken form your patient.”

“My God, what a beautiful job.”

They tucked the remaining plastic around the sides of Portman’s head. “Careful, now, we don’t want to get any blood on this quality crafted carrying case.” The doctor left with Portman’s head in the portmanteau.

Nurse Marshall entered her final nursing notes into the computer so she could close the file:

After a brief period of patient consciousness this morning, the Winston 500 was shut down along with the heart pump at the patient’s request. The patient asked that all body parts be donated for the good of science. Left-overs to be cremated.

Dr. Thrash hand-delivered the harvested head to the fourth floor. “Get this in storage, STAT!” He spoke to the first  nurse he saw, “And, tell Dr. Topp I hope this one works better than the last one.”

“Yes, doctor. I’ll buzz him right now.” She put Portman’s head into the huge stainless steel refrigerator and went to the nursing station to call Dr. Topp.

“Thank you, nurse. I’ll be there shortly. In the meantime, get Webster Page ready for surgery.” Dr. Topp put his cell phone back into his pocket, packed up his hunting gear, and drove on back to Mercy Hospital.

The End