Thursday, June 23, 2005

The Obligatory Krishna "The Fetus Eater" Rajanna Post

Like any community, virtual or otherwise, certain news stories sweep through like proverbial wildfires, singeing all discourse with their influence until they die out and normal discussion can resume. The pro-life community is not immune to this sort of media overload and perverse attraction to the exaggerated and peculiar. Because our passion centers around righting the most horrific of modern travesties - the wanton slaying of pre-born human babies - we never seem to lack for a macabre story-of-the-moment on which to focus our indignation. The story of this moment is the now-infamous (to pro-lifers, at least) abortion butcher, Krishna Rajanna from beautiful downtown Kansas City, Kansas. I'm not above the fray, so here's my offering:

This fearless provider of essential women's health services came under persecution in August 2003 because evil anti-choicers "blew the whistle" on his caring and courageous facility, Affordable Medical and Surgical Services, that helped women take full responsibility for their bodies by mercilessly slaughtering the innocent babies who happened to have temporary residence inside them. This poor, beleaguered defender of a woman's right to take a contract out on the life of the most defenseless of human souls was simply too busy ensuring that nothing stood in the way of a woman murdering her child to keep his death chambers sanitary or his person clean. Oh yeah, he also supposedly liked to mix a little bit of aborted human beings in with his curry for a tasty luncheon (and so nutritious too - what a way to get those yummy, all-healing embryonic stem cells while by-passing completely those rabid religious freaks who think somehow that the only persons entitled to embryonic stem cells are the babies to whom they belong - but I digress).

Jill Stanek, a writer of exceptional power who brims with righteous anger, has picked up this story and has written an opinion piece on it for World Net Daily (complete with picture links - not to be missed!). Here are some choice quotes on the lengths to which Butcher Rajanna was willing to go to ensure that a woman's experience in his mill was one that she fully deserved:

These are quotes and summations from the testimony of William Howard, the Kansas City Police Department (KCPD) detective who was the first on the scene to respond to an employee theft incident reported by that gem of a human person, Krishna Rajanna.

"The clinic was dark, dingy, had poor lighting and smelled musty. There were dirty dishes in the break-room sink and on the table, trash everywhere, and roaches crawling on the countertops."

"Rajanna lacked personal hygiene. His hair was messy, hands dirty, and his clothing was sprinkled and stained. He put on old, used foot booties while we were there."

Howard's partner spotted dried blood on the floor of the procedure room [read: killing floor] and said that the room looked nasty.

Of course, add to this one employee's account to Howard that she and others witnessed Rajanna "microwave one of the aborted fetuses and stir it into his lunch." [Not that there should be anything wrong with this - it's not like they were human or anything.]

Rajanna dropped the theft charge after he had difficulty recalling when the alleged thefts occurred and was not organized enough to locate any documents to support his allegations. Now, the Kansas City Police Department had a very different type of case on its hands.

Kansans for Life (KFL) had been trying to call to the attention of the Kansas Board for the Healing Arts Krishna Rajanna's "medical practices" for years. The Kansas Board of Healing Arts rightly replied that since abortion has nothing whatsoever to do with healing, and less still to do with art, this case was out of their jurisdiction. Okay, that's not what happened, but it should have. No, the BOHA (as in evil laughter: bo-ha-ha-ha-ha) lackadaisically disciplined him in 2000 and 2001 ("Oh you naughty, little baby butcher, shame, shame, shame!") and finally revoked his license a few weeks ago. Who would like to figure the odds of that having happened had the grisly testimony of the KCPD and the relentless pursuit by KFL not been given prominence by the alternative media?

This whole controversy sparked in Kansas a legislative bill requiring abortion clinics to obtain an annual license from the Department of Health and Environment, hire surgeons as their medical directors and report patient deaths to the state within a day. The measure also mandated that the department set standards for equipment, medical screenings, ventilation and lighting. This bill passed the state legislature and was vetoed by Governor Kathleen "Abortion is All About Women's Health - No Really, It Is" Sebelius. You can read the follow-up to the June 14 World Net Daily article here.

Okay, so there's the bare-bones of the situation. Why does this admittedly-disgusting case have pro-lifers all up-in-arms? I mean, really, it's gross and ghastly, but is it all that controversial?

Why should we be surprised to find that the earthly outposts where Satan does some of his finest work would resemble scenes from Hieronymus Bosch's Hell? Why would we think that one of his prime demons of destruction would not be abhorrent in appearance, filthy in practices, absolutely degenerate in all aspects of his life and his work? Isn't it stranger and more unthinkable (and hence truly more horrifying) that babies be torn from the womb, either ripped into pieces or burned through with saline, in a clean, cheerful environment by a smiling, wholesome-looking butcher and disposed of sanitarily, like so much garbage? When we reflect on the place where innocent children are consigned to death by their mothers - by the ones who should most be interested in their protection and welfare - why would we ever imagine that it would be a wonderful world of happiness and light?

All right. Probably a lot of pro-lifers will take me to task for these sentiments which I am about to express, but I think that more abortion mills should be like Old Rajanna's. Going in to kill your child should not be pleasant, should not be reassuring, should not, in any way, give you comfort or solace. I know, I know . . . sympathy for aborting women is all the rage right now in the pro-life movement. It is quite en vogue right now to see them as victims, as dupes in the game of death that the pro-aborts hold so dear. I say: tough pucky of the bull kind. Inside a woman - deep in her core, in the very essence of her soul - she knows that murdering her child - no matter how small that child is - is wrong, wrong, wrong. She needs to be held accountable for this - if women are truly responsible, rational, intelligent beings, then there is no excuse for killing an inconvenient child. Period.

Have you ever seen a movie or read a book about evil? So often, that evil is not explicitly shown as such from the onset of the story. In order to show the most horrifying evil, the storyteller will introduce you to an attractive character - a disarmingly nice guy or a sexy, charismatic woman. You are drawn to them, like them, sympathize with them. Then - BOOM! A crack appears and the full tide of evil spills out - their faces become as ugly as their souls, their actions turn from understandable to reprehensible - they turn heart-stoppingly, gut-wrenchingly scary. This is the kind of terror that grips us most - the incomprehensibly evil and demonic cloaked unassumingly in everyday ordinariness or even in exceeding beauty.

Compare this exemplification with the "obviously evil" portrayals in some storytelling. Whether the villain skulks about with a cape up to his face, or the monster has bolts protruding from his neck, or the raging man-beast shows off his wildly tufted facial hair and canine teeth, you know in a moment that this guy means trouble. Most often, these portraits verge on cartoonish and provoke laughter and revulsion rather than stone-cold terror.

Rajanna fits much more readily into this latter group. He is an overtly evil man in an evil profession - appearances match actions. Nobody meeting him for the first time would be drawn to him as a person - no one would expect better from him than they would get. His business is stopping and destroying life, and he brings to this vicious and violent line a certain panache for depravity that embodies the way that any sane person should view the institutionalized mass-killings of children for profit. So, Old Baby-Eater doesn't startle me - he's what I expect from an industry of death.

Now, what follows is what I find truly chilling and haunting and soul-churning (and almost more evil than KR):

The man who kisses his wife and children good-bye in the morning and then goes off to his "office," puts on his white coat, chats amiably with his "patients," and smilingly rips children from their home and chops them into disposable pieces and labels these remains "toxic waste." He calls himself a doctor. Maybe on weekends he goes to his United Methodist church and sings in the choir about the Holy One.

The husband and wife who have two beautiful, well-cared-for children on whom they lavish all that money can buy. They live in a nice suburban home, with two cars in the garage and a well-manicured lawn tended to by professional gardeners. Then, they find out that they are pregnant with a third child - a unique but oh-so-inconvenient human soul that is the product of their (presumably) intimate love. A quick swing by the local abortionist, and it's off to Bloomingdale's for a new tennis outfit.

The abortion advocate who is being interviewed on television - averring in a reasonable, well-modulated voice that of course a woman has an unmitigated right to murder her child in the womb - a "right to choose" - all the while resting her lovely hands so gently on her own swollen, pregnant belly.

The strict vegetarian whose undefiled lips have never touched steak and who rescues unwanted pet rabbits in her spare time and finds good homes for them to be adopted into, yet aborts her child that was conceived inconveniently through a not-so-fastidious, casual sexual encounter.

The "pro-choice" woman who excitedly buys gifts for the baby that her pregnant friend is carrying - acknowledging by her actions that, yes, there is definitely a little human in there - and yet would think nothing of it if that friend had instead changed her mind and aborted that child's young life.

A country, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights - among these life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness - that apathetically sits back and allows its littlest, most vulnerable citizens to be systematically eliminated under a morally bankrupt assertion that one person has a legitimate "choice" to end another's life.

Yep, these are the things that drive my complete abhorrence of this despicable practice of abortion. Krishna Rajanna is a gross, disgusting, but completely understandable reflection of this vile infanticide. Why would you expect a person whose living is earned through murder to be any different? It's the normalcy of the others described that torments my soul - the monsters hidden among us.

Why should we keep whitewashing the tombs or scrubbing the outside of filthy cups and platters? Why not let the outside match the inside - as Rajanna has clearly decided to do? Why not embrace this honesty instead of shrinking from it? The depravity of sanctioning abortion through legalization is starting to peep out through cracks in the seemingly-benign rhetoric of the pro-abortion establishment that has too long been strangling this country. Rajanna is merely one of those cracks through which you can observe the abyss of Hell.

6 comments:

Serena said...

Well presented and thought out article, Justine. I agree with your conclusions that it is the ones who don't line up with what they are doing who mess up our minds. These are the hypocrites who seem to be something they aren't when not doing their dastardly line of work. As you have pointed out, it seems that someone who does evil should personify it, instead of seeming to be the girl next door or the all-American boy. Keep up the good work!
Shalom,
Serena

Flicka Spumoni said...

Positively brilliant!!!!

You're sarasm was not hollow but used like a laser dissecting out the cancer of the argument while exposeing the truth.

Really, submit this somewhere. This is too good to be viewed by only two people. Submit this. I don't know how - maybe send it as a letter to the editor of some major news sources.

Keep up the good work. Your mind is a pleasure to peer into.

Justine said...

Thank you! I really appreciate your kind comments.

Serena said...

I'm going to have to get my daughter, Arielle, who got me blogging to see your blog. You 2 would enjoy each other, I think, as you seem to have similar minds and loves. Her blog is The Antenna.
I concur with Flicka that you should get this published somewhere. I might even link to it from my blog, but I don't think that would give you much traffic since I doubt mine gets much at all.
Love and shalom,
Serena

Arielle said...

An excellent article, Justine. Especially in pointing out that the choice to murder should not result in the coddling of the murderer.

Anonymous said...

Your ability to frame your thoughts intelligently, incisively, and literately continue to astound me. You have grown SO much as a writer - I am in awe of you. Excuse me while I "kvell." (Serena will understand.)
Now, I have to tell you that I will be MAJORLY PO'd at you if you don't take Flicka's and Serena's advice and SUBMIT this - "Liberty," or wherever. It's just too damned good. Don't hide it under a bushel