The Everglades - Chapter Twenty-One

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1978. Johnnie Cunningham was a life-long resident of Miami. Known throughout the community as a lawyer who fought for less-fortunate residents.

Easily distinguishable in the growing metropolis, the man donned seersucker suits to set himself apart. Splashes of color were offered by unique bowties. Flamboyance was reflected in the passion with which he approached his job as defender of all; regardless of individual economic circumstances.

Gone were the days of well thought out, and debated narratives. Those running for local office stood for election based on fleshy resonances; golden calves upon which to focus worshipful desires. Post World War II populations died off naturally. Candidates were no longer held to account by a critically thinking electorate.

Younger citizens embraced drug culture. Immediate pleasures replaced the stability of eternally harmonious souls. Frequent and celebrated copulation shifted youth toward purely physical encounters. Without tethers to God, destruction of natural beauty proceeded without abatement.

Shifts in perspective created opportunities to subvert populations.

No resident of Miami could point toward Johnnie Cunningham and level accusations of impropriety. Public persona and façade created effective barriers shielding the evil man’s pursuits. Proclivities, far beyond that which society deemed normal, created a chasm in the attorney’s life. Secret desires were acted upon whenever opportunities presented themselves. Involvement with prostitutes didn’t satisfy the man’s need for control. Only destruction of innocence possessed the psychoses to satiate the man’s need for domination.

Adrenaline fueled desires were heightened by twelve months surviving within the Vietnamese jungle. Repeated murders of young Vietcong, layered one-upon-another, created a deeply calloused soul. Nothing made the young solider feel more alive than staving off his murder by carrying out the identical deed.

The section of Saigon known colloquially as the R & R Center offered release for young men who’d grown comfortable killing humans. Cunningham developed a blurred conception of right versus wrong. Young women were forced to give over bodies for mere survival.

Destruction created desperation.

Young, innocent girls were those from whom Cunningham extracted most intense pleasure. New and inexperienced in the sex trade, eyes were filled with fear. Hostile sexual experiences offered only undulating surges of satisfaction. Emotional sustainability was never instilled in Johnnie. He was left craving serial carnal experiences.

At a time when the young man’s brain matured, philosophical thought embracing universal concepts became stunted. Johnnie’d been conditioned to view humanity without souls. Murder became righteous. Rape enhanced innate human spirituality; occupying the void where God existed upon birth.

It was most tender flesh Johnnie constantly craved. Easily destroyed were tender folds of pre-pubescent vaginas and anuses. He descended quickly into a most unforgivable mental condition. The paedophile embraced warped conceptions of what it meant to be a man.

Highly functioning and intellectual, the man put himself through college, and then Law School at the University of Florida. Coming home to Miami, he began as an associate in a one-man firm that served those society’d cast aside. His clients possessed no collective voice. No one listened to claims of abuse. Outsized public persona shielded accusations leveled by outcasts. Guilt was easily deflected whenever inquiries were made through a simple recitation of case-record, a shrug of his shoulders, and a, “who me? Really?”

A sense of right versus wrong had never taken root in the man’s conscious mind. Only victories were sought. Case-by-case; child-by-child.

Post-war institutions, built upon skewed perspectives of human value, motivated corporate officers to seek individuals viewing destruction as creation. A coalesced consciousness of evil easily moved agendas forward.

The Greater Area Miami Equality Society (GAMES) was just such an organization. Publicly touted as that which brought about change; darkness lurked beneath its surface.

The sons of General Hochstühl and Colonel Von Unterscheisse convinced fathers a public face could actually deflect attention from decades old activities. Enterprises had grown too large to simply lurk in the shadows.

Whispers of Johnnie’s proclivities resonated; finding a common frequency broadcast throughout Miami’s underground. Within the bowels of society was where younger Germans flourished. Flesh-peddling and drugs became contemporary methods of extracting value from humans. Strength was eroded and rendered inert. Evil energy was thrust upon everyone venturing into its sphere of influence.

The late seventies presented an opportunity to expand the virus meant to cripple humanity. It was only the beginning of the second generation’s reign. The two, who’d been conditioned to hate, excelled in their assignment.

Hans Hochstühl and Viktor Von Unterscheisse were in their twenties. Both had been raised by fathers who groomed and shaped minds of young boys; developing warped senses of reality. Humanity was viewed as a herd; meant to be corralled. Value extraction was desired by mentally-ill overlords. Rates of return mattered to harvesters of humanity.

Two souls had been delivered by God. It’s the only manner in which life on earth can be bestowed. Evil fashioned them from the moment boys breached birth canals. Youth was shaped into warped individuals. Another generation viewing destruction as creation flourished.

The network of like-minded individuals built by first-generation Nazis was expansive. Technological advances created communication structures allowing shared information at real-time speed. That which was unavailable to everyday citizens was utilized by evil. Advanced technologies were hidden. Associations with the CIA and FBI offered Hans and Viktor access to applied science for the sake of gaining influence over targeted individuals.

Surveillance of everyday citizens brought awareness of Johnnie Cunningham’s less than desirable private persona. A man known from nightly television newscasts possessed requisite and duplicitous energy; perfect for advancing agendas. A man blustering publicly about the need to protect the “little people of Miami,” had long succumbed to an evil soul. The task for young Germans was to convince the man to shift perspective.

Instead of thinking of career first, Johnnie must consider himself a man who sought society’s destruction. Public persona became an afterthought. The veil upon which Miami’s collective vision focused must transform from defender to adjudicator. A growing coalition of outsized personalities possessed the potential to completely obscure actions of the greater shadow-network.

Leverage was the only manner in which few controlled massive populations. Clout coalesced those of like-mind. Manipulation was the only method capable of pacifying nations. Influence was borne of perversions contrary to a harmonious humanity.

An auburn-haired beauty came to the attention of men who used flesh to bring down once mighty warriors. She was the kind of woman who gave for free that which Hans and Viktor would’ve paid handsomely. Targeted seduction became its own industry.

The young woman, who became the target of evil’s predilection, found herself targeted due to unfortunate circumstances; existing in the presence of men who sought weakness to exploit. Raging alcoholism exacerbated the auburn-haired beauty’s vulnerability. She was leggy and long. Pleasing fleshy bits sparked cravings in men without souls.

Adding to the woman’s defenselessness was the fact she was at a beach-side bar. Nothing beyond a bikini and fashionable sarong stood between her and men drooling over an anatomy perfectly framed by God. Only one hundred and ten pounds of flesh were tasked with soaking and deflecting destruction caused by copious amounts of alcohol. Free drinks were repeatedly offered by would-be suitors. Alcohol rendered flesh gin-soaked; incapable of delaying inebriation. Defenselessness overtook the beauty in short order.

Bill Bergen was the Captain in charge of the National Guard Armory. Possessing the arrogance of a man capable of ordering underlings into all manner of vulnerability, he quickly zeroed in on the woman. With a mere look, the other men at the bar fell away as the Captain advanced upon his objective.

Bergen, whose career was spent conceiving better ways to murder swaths of humanity, was incapable of formulating eternal visions of life.

Souls were everlasting.

The young woman wearing nothing but a bikini lay passed out in Bill’s military-issued vehicle. The call went out to several, male armory personnel. A second call went out to Johnnie Cunningham.

Bergen was paid well for bringing the attorney into the trap set by Hans and Viktor.

The beauty represented a mere hour’s worth of pleasure. Violent, sexual actions affected all involved ethereally. Lowered frequencies of awareness resonated among members of the gang-rape.

Wives, children, and associates suffered amongst the spread of cavemen-like attitudes toward life. Humanity’s frequency lowered across generations and wrested citizens from the Godly.

No rational person attended the orgy.

Men were at home with wives and children.

When the call went out, fathers and husbands sped away from families conceived as ordinary. Those who sped toward brief and pleasurable encounters presumed themselves exceptional; deserving of life’s debauched spoils.

There was no conscience within the walls of that National Guard Armory. Men without intellect took turns penetrating the drunk woman splayed across the Captain’s desk. When one was finished, the young woman’s legs were tugged upon in order to shift her open crotch toward he who was next in line.

They knew she would never be able to forget the incident.

Troglodytes failed to conceive life beyond base-level; ephemeral experiences.

Wives waited patiently for their men to return home from the “meeting.” Matters of national security concealed graft, corruption, and infidelity. Any lie that validated meager existences was embraced.

No one who found themselves in similar situations took responsibility for failing to connect with God.

The rape concluded. All men completed missions; some multiple times.

Scattered about the office, sitting on leather sofas and chairs, were nude men. Some slung legs casually over arms of club chairs. Several fondled themselves and stroked flaccid penises hoping to move that last bit of semen along urethras. Some hoped to stimulate one final erection. It was their only way to exercise dominance over perceived virtue.

The woman who lay spent atop the office desk carried physical and emotional stains of countless men. She was without conscience or soul. Nowhere within her being resonated capability of recognizing guilt. The auburn-haired beauty remained blissfully ignorant to the eternal effects of her chosen lifestyle.

All involved in the orgy carried the arrogance of self-omniscience. Energy counter to humanity’s greater good resonated along the frequency motivating fallen angels.

The leggy, nude woman who’d contributed so much to base-level egos, lay unconscious across the Captain’s desk. There was no concern for well-being. Multiple contributions of semen dripped from anus and vagina. Earlier samples dried and crusted onto most tender skin. That which remained interiorly stained her soul for life.

Johnnie Cunningham looked upon the scene satisfactorily. Unconscious moans were all the victim offered. Guttural responses to rape boosted fragile male egos.

Frequencies were broadcast to all around them. Each participant opened wives and daughters to potential gang-rapes. Evil beget evil. God’s boundaries, protecting the purity of love, were absent within the souls of everyone in the room.

The serenity of post-coital genital stroking was interrupted when the door to the office flew open. Through the breach walked Hans and Viktor; both displaying satisfied grins. Their plan worked to perfection. All that was required was a sacrificial lamb; their auburn-haired beauty.

Hans moved confidently across the room. He glanced about the remnants of the sexual party. “You people are disgusting.” He smiled. “Useful, but disgusting.”

Both men continued toward their directive. Hans stood next to the coffee table; in front of the chair occupied by Johnnie.

He sat down and faced the naked man.

Viktor stood behind him, lifted his leg, and placed his foot on the edge of the table.

Hans hitched his thumb over his shoulder, toward the nude and unconscious woman. “She’s beautiful isn’t she?”

Johnnie nodded, still not understanding the situation.

“I’m Hans.” The man lay his open palm skyward atop his left shoulder; toward his friend. “And this is Viktor.”

Cunningham nodded.

“It’s good we get to know each other.” Hans smiled. “We now control you. The technical term is handlers, but you can refer to us in public as your friends.”

“So…to what do I owe this friendship?”

“We are going to make you fabulously wealthy.”

“In exchange for what?”

Hans smiled. “You have successfully lifted your status to that of a rock-star.” He bobbed his head back-and-forth. “That’s something we need to further our agenda.”

“And what agenda is that?”

“You really don’t need to trouble yourself with that.”

Johnnie glanced between Viktor and Hans.

Hans offered one tidbit he felt completed the contract evil proposed. “We know you have a proclivity for young and tender flesh. We can provide all you require. And more importantly, we can assure you will never be caught, or prosecuted. Our eventual goal is to make paedophilia legal.”

Johnnie chuckled. “You’re going to make paedophilia legal?”

Hans smiled and shrugged. “It’s central to our way of life.”

Johnnie imagined a world whereby he could rape any child he desired without threat of repercussions. “So how do I contribute to your…our utopian society?”

“You have status in the community, second to none. I…we,” Hans motioned toward Viktor, “applaud you. How you can help is, in order to move the world where it needs to be, you need to give up your law career.”

“What?”

Hans held up his hands, pushing away Jonnie’s objection. “We’re going to appoint you to a judgeship.”

Naked Johnnie furrowed his brow. “Those are elected positions.”

The elder twin smiled. “We control whichever election we want. Control the communities. Control the vote.”

“To what end?”

“No end. You conduct yourself as any barrister embracing the law.”

“It can’t be that easy.”

“Oh, but it is. You see, our system of law is based in the British system; meant to benefit Landed Gentry.”

“Ah. Therein lies the rub.”

Hans shook his head. “The only rub is that in your court there will be no convictions of bankers, drug kingpins, or paedophiles. Each must be made the victim of an illegal search and seizure…whatever you see fit.”

“Every drug dealer,” Johnnie asked incredulously.

“No. There will be plenty of convictions of low-level pawns for you to bolster your career.” He thumped his chest. “We’ll let you know the ones that are untouchable.”

“What kind of support are you going to give me from other areas of society?”

“We control each news outlet in town. We’ll continue supplying drugs through our CIA connections.” Hans spoke with the confidence of Hermann Göring. “Populations will believe any lie told; as long as it is repeated often enough. We’ll eventually have them believing drug kingpins and sexual deviants are the true heroes in life.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Our plan will take decades, across several generations. We’re merely players advancing the proverbial fútbol down the pitch; toward our goal.”

Johnnie chuckled. “You realize if this backfires, it’ll be the most egregious own-goal in world history.”

Viktor interjected. “We are far too superior to allow that to happen.”

Hans smiled. “You see, this is how business will be conducted throughout the world from now on.”

No greater inflection point occurred in Miami’s history. Business shifted from building relationships based on trust, to ubiquitous blackmail. The more egregious the atrocity, onto which leverage could be applied, the greater the reward for those participating in crimes against humanity. Society was well on its way to complete collapse.

Miami became a Nazi’s wet-dream.