The Killer and the CEO: Shades of “The Happy Hooker”

Anarchists who murder, like tasteful whores on Madison Avenue, can exude charisma, cuteness and class

By

David Gottfried

Most of this essay might get on most people’s nerves.

Accordingly, I will commence with my least offensive observation:

If Kamala and the Press had spoken about the Insurance Industry’s callous contempt for America’s health, the results in the last election may have been very, very different. Instead of getting into a psychotic tizzy over immigrants devouring dogs and cats, the American public would have sunken their teeth into the hide of the insurance industry. The surge in expressions of sympathy for the killer attests to a vast untapped pool of potential political rage.

Insurance companies usually know that a claim is valid even when they are denying it. However, they know that many patients and doctors will give up because they don’t have the time and money to go through the hoops and hurdles the insurance industry concocts to kill valid claims. For example, I knew a doctor who had an AIDS patient who had lost 40 pounds. The patient needed oxandrolone, a derivative of testosterone that is great for adding muscle. The Insurance company denied the claim. The company only gave in and paid the claim after the doctor had spent 3 hours filling out 20 pages of forms to get the drug.

Doctors should have time to treat their patients, read-up about new medical developments, and, for Christ’s sake, see their family and get some rest and relaxation. However, their jam-packed schedules are thrown out of kilter when they must spend countless hours dealing with insurance company bastards. A POX on those meagre commercial men, those sadistic scoundrels with the heart of a sewer rat, who kill patients and drive doctors to madness. (I knew a Jewish doctor who repeatedly had fits in which he would scream, “The insurance companies are Nazis.”) Sure, the insurance company CEO suffered death, and his family is suffering his loss. But millions of Americans have been suffering because of the greed and gumption of those bastards for far too long.

So every time you read or hear an essay advising the Democrats to mute their liberal or leftist sensibilities, remember that you are only hearing the voice of someone who wants to consign progressives to irrelevance and impotence.

Now for my observations that are a little bit more “out there.”

Have you seen the pics of the alleged killer of the filthy rich health insurance CEO, Brian Thompson ?

In one of his pics, the guy is smiling with ebullience. It’s not a smug, mannered, posing-for-the-yearbook sort of smile. It’s more like a smile that shouts “I’ve got the music in me.” This killer, if he is a rebel out to kill the rich, is getting the best press for the far left since about 1970, when the left often started to seem to be composed of only sexless, feminist nuns and priests. Just as “The Happy Hooker” (The movie or the book came out in about 1975) held that being a whore could be a tasteful and fun-filled way to live, the killer of insurance company bastards is telling us that people who murder for political reasons can have charisma, cuteness and class.

America had told us that leftists must look a certain way because they are, after all, severely emotionally disturbed. Bruno Bettleheim, a director of the Orthogenic School for Disturbed kids at the University of Chicago, disposed of the far left with the most basic and simplistic of Freudian cliches. Bettleheim said that their parents were rich, they hate their parents, ergo they hate the rich. Erick Erikson, a psychoanalyst who thought he was a savant because he cluttered his prose with superfluous seven syllable words, and wrote massive boring tomes saying that it was important to be true to one’s identity, said that they hated their parents, so they hated their identity as white kids and decided to find fulfilment as soulful black kids. Of course, Erikson was fit to write about identity, and is hailed as a sage on Identity, because his own identity was as screwy as Trump’s assertion that he is a very “stable genius” -- Erikson chucked his Jewish name for the name Erikson and always seemed to be auditioning for a role as a German Officer in Hogan’s Heroes, an inane situation comedy in which Nazi guards and American fighting men have a real fun time fighting the war with Hollywood dialogue as exciting as saw dust.

But this killer of a CEO is nothing like our stereotype of a rebel. What’s more, he is nothing like an older person’s stereotype of a younger guy.

As a baby boomer rapidly being catapulted toward the miserable age of decrepitude, I had resented young people. So many of them seemed to live lives that were a succession of lavish, enviable gala receptions. And the only thing they seem to do is unnecessarily complicate our lives with more and more superfluous digital detritus.

However, the insurance killer may have succeeded in restoring my faith in young people. He is not at all like the reformist sissy school that seems so prominent among so many people in today’s shrunken, tamed left. (Don’t give me shit about being anti-gay; I am gay so I am entitled to disparage effete, preening, prissy queens as sissies – G-d knows I’ve suffered so many of these posturing, posing pussies for far too long) The left was so into turning the other cheek they seemed to be a new-fangled variety of Jesus Freaks.

The killer of the CEO (that’s such an awkward way to refer to him; I’d rather call him KookKat) does not look at all like the dour and dreary Marxists of Barbara Streisand’s “The way we Were”; the crazed, murderous and possibly gay guy of Paul Mc Cartney’s “Rock Show” (“I’m preparing to shoot up the city, and the ring at the end of my nose makes me look rather pretty”) or Woody Allen’s succession of shleppy, nerdy, Jewish neurotic socialists who live on psychoanalysts’ couches. Maybe, he is a real fun guy.

Of course, all my speculations might be full of shit. Things are looking so bad that I want to believe in the specter of salvation, and I am so desperate I might be ready to find salvation in murderers.

Things are so very bad because our freedom is being assaulted from at least two directions: From Trump and his ilk, and from a certain form of science. Winston Churchill called it “perverted science.” I am referring to the science of control, dehumanization, and the annihilation of everything that fills us with natural wonder and childlike joy. I am referring to artificial intelligence and robotics. The demerits in those devilish topic deserve their own essay.