Taboo Crimes Against Children Through Religiosity with Perceived Spiritual Elitism
The psychiatrist is caught in the contradiction of his Janus words. Both, and neither speaking, and /nor silent, the psychiatrist becomes contradiction
...a pessimist, when confronted with two bad choices chooses both.
What enthusiasm, what infatuation, for this guillotine, already so famous and destined to be so much more so!
Mark Zielinski only a few years before (that initial instance of his preferred swift dismissal, was on that occasion, though no less hotly contested than this instance, ineffectual mediation by an academic research doctor--and administratively phobic--Harvard graduate, Tulane Professor, head of the department, as it pertains to the residents class (2021 sees 7 residents for the Match), program which sees them practice as physicians, take on their own patients (with supervision from Mark Zielinski, as their LSU Psychiatry Clinic Associate Physician and also assuming the role in which it is necessary for their smooth credentialing, of Assistant Professor in charge of their entire curriculum and treatment of each of the 7 resident doctors small load of one or two patients, but for quite a long stretch, depending on their year.
Zielinski approaches thus: Virtue is the inner spirit of morality; action is its outer manifestation. The virtuous clinician without skills may be comfort, but cold comfort, to one who seeks cure. Medicine is a practical science: theory and experience evoked in clinical decision and action. Medical ethics, then, must be as concerned about the rightness of acts as about the goodness of the agent. A theory of virtue is a necessary, but not sufficient, part of medical ethics. Ethics provides a second, complimentary theory, often called the theory of duty, that defines the criteria whereby actions are judged right or wrong. It analyzes the relationship between intentions and consequences, motivations and circumstances. It studies the conditions of freedom and responsibility underlying imputation of guilt and innocence. It is such theoretical bases that constitute current ethics, with its emphasis not simply on consequences (i.e., doing good), but also on duties such as being truthful, informing patients, and confidentiality-in short, respecting patients' autonomy.
Similar 'theater' substitution for a strict guide to ethical standards whose existence, if unavailable to those whose grievance is undeniable, and which anything per legal counsel would only cause further problems, after she has submitted FMOLHS's 100th continuance three years down the road. And she thinks the statistics are on her side for the likelihood of patient x, following up when barred from communication with Federal Government Agency y, or State Examiner, Supervisory Board, Department in charge of Ethics violations, licensure, and rescission. are equal to X + Y = 10%.
But she has not met the grown adult who has been lied to in such an epicene failure of dignity and depraved of motive, deprived of the reason, nor offer after the inappropriate failure of procedure, due process, or ability to appeal, not facilitating the smooth transition through referral, during a pandemic
The ethical dilemma which these clinicians and nurse (but mainly the instigator with motive, method, and prior history of trying the same action to the same patient (me), over the same benign, but different alleged breach, neither found in any code of conduct, as to be illustrative of the non-offense that is very similar to the first occasion in which Mark Zielinski bent the truth and maneuvered the system (of which he is in charge). I recall my resident therapist asked me about one of my medications, and I recall honestly telling her about something which I had only discovered that morning, that I was about three days short, but that I was fine, and that possibly a housekeeper had taken a couple while cleaning my hotel room. Not that which I was reported to have said on next hearing about it (Mark Zielinski's initial failure at lying enough did not stand anything approximating what I learnt he was trying to use, into what I learned on my next trip to see my resident physician. On the next visit, knowing nothing about Patient Cause for Termination from Clinic, I soon got up to speed, when I was told that I would not be able to continue to see my resident any further, with a vague explanation as to a mismanagement or diversion of medication for ADHD. Subsequent to this, I learned that it was all ordered to be carried out ... and that is the first tie that Mark Zielinski discovered that if he was going to weaponize false applications of rules which did not meet the standard of anywhere close to the offense one would have to commit for immediate dismissal.
And so, this time I was told by Zielinski himself, to call Lee Thynes, head of the department and clinic, and after a very awkward conversation with the extremely ineffectual head of clinic, we reached some decision in which, I was tossed from the frying pan into the fire, and assigned a new physician for treatment to take over the resident's duties ... Mark Zielinski. only a few years before (that initial instance of his preferred swift dismissal, was on that occasion, though no less hotly contested than this instance, ineffectual mediation by an academic research doctor--and also assuming the role in which it is necessary for their smooth credentialing, Assistant Professor in charge of their entire curriculum and treatment of each of the 7 resident doctor's small load of one or two patients, but for a long stretch, depending on their year.
Thank goodness Z wasn't around to witness it, when he, through retaliation, malfeasance, abandonment, and failure to uphold any decorous acumen of a medical professional, had his new office manager do it--ten minutes before a televisit, to his disabled patient of over five years, for an allegation, I believe will be easily discovered when it comes to questioning of the third party nurse of whose employ she is under, and who either falsely reported, or was urged to go along with his story, the benign slam dunk termination of patient, bound by more codes and rules because of their deep Fed funding, handed out copiously to the Franciscan Ministries of Our Lady, really what is your taxpayer dollars, making them beneficiary as entitlement from US Government to operate further, as a not for profit, tax exempt religious, charitable organization, whose net worth was most recently assayed at 3.6 Billion dollars.
And lest you think, the Sisters of the Convent and the Chapel and the Hospice, are the members of the Board of auspicious FMOLHS OLOLRMC or Foundation, you won't be surprised that their representation from any member of their sect is one member of the Catholic clergy.
Leaving the other 99%, very influential members of the Baton Rouge Greater Business community, an extremely well-paid side gig for most, totally unnecessary at this stage in their live, but greedily welcome and accepted, as their is nothing more exclusive to give the man or woman who has everything, but a meaningless title and a quarter million dollar salary to sit at the board a few hours a month and try to figure out what to do about the last board member President and CEO who is noticeably absent from the room--John Paul Funes. But then, that's why God invented Scotch.
A disagreement (dispreferred) is characteristically delayed through silence and by Mark Zielinski, MD., prefacing the disagreement with 'well', 'uhm' and 'uh,' or with accounts as to why the recipient cannot ... fill in the blank; it can either mean "one or the other of two," as in "you either passed or failed your test," or "each of two; the one and the other," as in "there are trees on either side of the river" .
Preference becomes exclusion when someone with a preference excludes anyone who doesn't fit that mold of their preference “x or y” (where x and y are possible statements or actions), a dilemma.
When other options are (deliberately) omitted (implying that the mentioned two are the only realistic options), it is called a false dilemma, which is a type of informal fallacy.
and to read about justice, old school style
The editors of the Moniteur declare in a lyric outburst that it is worthy of the approaching century. The truth is that it accelerates and makes less difficult the executioner's task. In the end the crowd would become disgusted with massacres. The delays of the gibbet would weary their patience. The sans-culottes, who doubtless have a presentiment of all that is going to happen, welcome the guillotine, then, with acclamations. At the Ambigu theatre a ballet-pantomime, called Les Quatre Fils Aymon, is given, and all Paris runs to {13} see the heads of all four fall at once, in the midst of loud applause, under the blade of the good doctor's machine. People amuse themselves with their future instrument of torture as if it were a toy. In a Girondin salon they play at guillotine with a moveable screen that is lifted and let fall again. At elegant dinners a little guillotine is brought in with the dessert and takes the place of a sweet dish. A pretty woman places a doll representing some political adversary under the knife; it is decapitated in the neatest possible style, and out of it runs something red that smells good, a liqueur perfumed with ambergris, into which every lady hastens to dip her lace handkerchief. French gaiety would make a vaudeville out of the day of judgment. Poor society, which passes so quick from gay to grave, from lively to severe, and which, like the Figaro of Beaumarchais, laughs at everything so that it may not weep!
FROM Marie ANTOINETTE AND HER CYNICAL WISH
—all vanity!
Legislative Assembly, Jacobins, journals, ministry, souvenirs of Plutarch, parodies Jean-Jacques, noisy flatterers, courtiers, demagogues, would be courtiers of kings, adulators into executioners—all vanity!
Poor woman, power ephemeral, you make a persecutor?
You soon persecuted labor relentlessly, shake foundations, throne, you beneath, ruins?
OVERHEARD BY HOODED AXER OVER DINNING THRENODY FROM VICINITE DE PARIS, WHOSE QUEEN IT IS THEY LOVE AND CHERISH, to WHOM THIS MAN ABOUT TO TOP, CLEAVE BOTTOM-HEAVY, HER Head over Heels, OVER CRIES AND CALLS, AND IMPUTATION, HER BARELY Whispered OVERHEARD MOST FAMOUS QUOTE, BY MAN EMPLOYED TO GUILLOTINE HER (HIS FAMILY STILL RECEIVES ROYALTIES TO THIS DAY), BUT AS HE COULD NOT READ, NOR WRITE, HIS DICTATION SKILLS NEXT TO MAL, HIS BASEL GANGLIA FRONTAL CORTEX AND EXECUTIVE FUNCTIONING ON PAR WITH KEITH RICHARDS AND OTHER ROCK STARS, NOT HELPING, SAID HIS DOCTOR ONCE A YEAR, HIS PREDILECTION ON MORNING OF DAY'S PETITE DEJEUNER DE CHAMPIONAUX, AND THIS BEING OF HIS MOST FAMOUS HEAD, AND ANGRY MOB, FROM THE PAPERS REPORTAGE, HE COIFFED EXTRA HIS FAVORITE PONTARLIER ABSINTHE DE SUISE MECHANIQUE, ET UNE BOUTEILLE DE PORT, ET TO KILL THE WORM, A GOOD BORDEAUX BEFORE HE HAD EVEN GOTTEN DRESSED, THEN OFF ON HIS JOB, AND OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!
WHERE GOOD-NATURED AND HIGH-AF (HE LOVED WHAT HE DID), FOR HIS PROTECTION, DAMNABLE HOOD ROBBED HIM SALOPE CERTAINMENT WHOSE PREFERENCE BY PROFESSION SOMETHING WHEN IN COMPAGNIE WHEN IT WERE SHE INTRODUCED HIS JOB OFFSET HERS SPARE HER FROM GOSSIP, BUT HE BY EXECUTIONER UNION No. 3eme as forced TO cover for PROTECTION, so they said, HIS OWN VISAGE (BUT REALLY theirs), his moneymaker, pour le beneficiarie de L'ANONYMITY, so that on a good day if you happened to be Sherlock Holmes, ETIOLATing FORENSICALLY HIM FROM HEAD TO FOOT, and take a second look A BRIGHT HAIR you MISTOOK for what MIGHT TO HIS job apply--to that of any man at all. IN REAL LIFE, IF DISCOVERED WHAT HE DID, YOU'D STAND HIM SHERRY, NOT PISS IN IT.
Madame Campan had attempted to go up a stairway in pursuit of her sister. The murderers followed her. She already felt a terrible hand against her back, trying to seize her by her clothes, when some one cried from the foot of the stairs: "What are you doing up there?"—"Hey!" said the murderer, in a tone that did not soon leave the trembling woman's ears. The other voice replied: "We don't kill women." The Revolution goes fast; it will kill them next year. Madame Campan was on her knees. Her executioner let go his hold. "Get up, hussy," he said to her, "the nation spares you!" In going back she walked over corpses; she recognized that of the old Viscount de Broves. The Queen had sent word to him and to another old man as the last night began, that she desired them to go home. He had replied: "We have been only too obedient to the King's orders in all circumstances when it was necessary to expose our lives to save him; this time we will not obey, and will simply preserve the memory of the Queen's kindness."
What a sight the Tuileries presented! People walked on nothing but dead bodies. A comic actor drank a glass of blood, the blood of a Swiss; one might have thought himself at a feast of Atreus. The furniture was broken, the secretaries forced open, the mirrors smashed to pieces. Prudhomme, the journalist of the Révolutions de Paris, thinks that "Medicis-Antoinette has too long studied in them {325} the hypocritical look she wears in public." What a sinister carnival! Drunken women and prostitutes put on the Queen's dresses and sprawl on her bed. Through the cellar gratings one can see a thousand hands groping in the sand, and drawing forth bottles of wine. Everywhere people are laughing, drinking, killing. The royal wine runs in streams. Torrents of wine, torrents of blood. The apartments, the staircase, the vestibule, are crimson pools. Disfigured corpses, pictures thrust through with pikes, musicians' stands thrown on the altar, the organ dismounted, broken,—that is how the chapel looks. But to rob and murder is not enough: they will kindle a conflagration. It devours the stables of the mounted guards, all the buildings in the courts, the house of the governor of the palace: eighteen hundred yards of barracks, huts, and houses. Already the fire is gaining on the Pavilion of Marsan and the Pavilion of Flora. The flames are perceived at the Assembly. A deputy asks to have the firemen sent to fight this fire which threatens the whole quarter Saint-Honoré. Somebody remarks that this is the Commune's business. But the Commune, to use a phrase then in vogue, thinks it has something else to do besides preventing the destruction of the tyrant's palace. It turns a deaf ear. The messenger returns to the Assembly. It is remarked that the flames are doing terrible damage. The president decides to send orders to the firemen. But the firemen return, saying: "We can do nothing.
They {326} are firing on us. They want to throw us into the fire." What is to be done? The president bethinks himself of a "patriot" architect, Citizen Palloy, who generally makes his appearance whenever there are "patriotic" demolitions to be accomplished. It is he whom they send to the palace, and who succeeds in getting the flames extinguished. The Tuileries are not burned up this time. The work of the incendiaries of 1792 was only to be finished by the petroleurs of 1871.
Night was come. A great number of the Parisian population were groaning, but the revolutionists triumphed with joy. Curiosity to see the morning battle-field, urged the indolent, who had stayed at home all day, towards the quays, the Champs-Elysées, and the Tuileries. They looked at the trees under which the Swiss had fallen, at the windows of the apartments where the massacres had taken place, at the ravages made by the hardly extinguished fire. The buildings in the three courts: Court of the Princes, Court Royal, Court of the Swiss, had been completely consumed. Thenceforward these three courts formed only one, separated from the Carrousel by a board partition which remained until 1800, and was replaced by a grating finished on the very day when the First Consul came to install himself at the Tuileries. The inscription which was placed above the wooden partition: "On August 10 royalty was abolished; it will never rise again," disappeared even before the proclamation of the Empire.
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Squads of laborers gathered up the dead bodies and threw them into tumbrels. At midnight an immense pile was erected on the Carrousel with timbers and furniture from the palace. There the corpses of the victims that had strewed the courts, the vestibule, and the apartments were heaped up, and set on fire.
dependence of liberty on morality ... and the question of the institutional foundations of a free regimeThe National Guard had disappeared; it figured with the King and the Assembly itself, among the vanquished of the day. Instead of its bayonets and uniforms one saw nothing in the stations and patrols that divided Paris but pikes and tatters. "Some one came to tell me," relates Madame de Staël, "that all of my friends who had been on guard outside the palace, had been seized and massacred. I went out at once to learn the news; the coachman who drove me was stopped at the bridge by men who silently made signs that they were murdering on the other side. After two hours of useless efforts to pass I learned that all those in whom I was interested were still living, but that most of them had been obliged to hide in order to escape the proscription with which they were threatened. When I went to see them in the evening, on foot, and in the mean houses where they had been able to find shelter, I found armed men lying before the doors, stupid with drink, and only half waking to utter execrable curses. Several women of the people were in the same state, and their vociferations were more odious still. Whenever a patrol intended to maintain order made its appearance,
{328} honest people fled out of its way; for what they called maintaining order was to contribute to the triumph of assassins and rid them of all hindrances."
At last the city was going to rest a while after so much emotion! It was three o'clock in the morning. The Assembly, which had been in session for twenty-four hours, adjourned. Only a few members remained in the hall to maintain the permanence proclaimed at the beginning of the crisis. The inspectors of the hall came for Louis XVI. and his family, to conduct them, not to the Luxembourg, but to the upper story of the convent of the Feuillants, above the corridor where the offices and committees of the Assembly had been established. It was there, in the cells of the monks, that the royal family were to pass the night. Then all was silent once more. Royalty was dying!