The Lottery Council (Rewrite): Forward & Intro

Meme by @richq11

[Auth. Note] I've decided, after finally getting the Night Gods book ready to be sent off to the publisher, that I'd do a rewrite of the Lottery Council- it's what really touched off the whole Night Gods story in the first place, in fact it's where I introduced many of the characters. Having said that, I suppose I should begin with some sort of disclaimer followed by some explanation. For anyone who forgot, or didn't read the original, The Lottery Council is the story of a man recruited to take part in a lottery that is supposed to be selecting people for experimental cancer treatments, but in reality selects them to be given cancer in an effort to decrease population... The whole Malthusian, Georgia Guidestones thing.

After researching the effects of vaccines beginning with the Typhus and Meningitis vaccines that precipitated the 1918 "Spanish Flu" pandemic, I became suspicious of vaccines in general. This was compounded by the revelations of Dr. Bernice Eddy about the Simian Virus 40 (SV-40) contamination in the Polio vaccine that caused cancer and is likely responsible for the widespread cancer in the "Boomer" generation, the first generation to receive the Polio vaccine. That gave me the idea for the Lottery Council.
The Covid scamdemic along with the vaccine deaths and injuries just fuels my suspicions that the medical profession -- allopathic medicine "created" for the most part by the Rockefeller Foundation -- and Big Pharma are less interested in keeping the public healthy and focused more on both the profit motive and the globalist agenda, including eugenics and depopulation.

Sometimes fiction is the best way to make the public aware of truths, or at least the best way to get them thinking about them. George Orwell was successful in drawing attention to the dangers of Communism and Totalitarianism with both 1984 and Animal Farm. In the medical genre authors such as Robin Cook drew attention to organ harvesting with his book Coma. With this story I hope to make people aware that medicine doesn't always make people well -- nor is it always intended to do so.

The original was basically a long short story, a nouvella perhaps. The rewrite will be considerably longer and tell the story in more detail... I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer

All of the people and events in this story are purely fictional. I do not for one minute believe that cancer, a horrible disease, is deliberately "given" to people selected at random by a consortium of governmental and private agencies and/or organizations... This is fiction- make believe.

Similarly, all names in the story are fictional, whether personal or institutional (with the exception of govt. agencies) and are not meant to reflect any person alive or dead... Nor are any organizations meant to mirror existing organizations. Some "types" of people may exist- for example, CEO's or executives, or numbers crunchers- but the people themselves do not. In fact, I use the phonebook to select many names. Leyland Masters, for example, I selected by opening the book and putting my finger on a name "Masters"... Leyland, I selected because it sounds like a good name for an executive.

Forward

I guess the best way to start is by explaining that I love conspiracy theories- the more improbable the better. For example did you know that Hitler is still alive and being given transfusions of youthful blood taken by Josef Mengele from children? He's living with Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Elvis and Jim Morrison at Salman Rushdie's house in Antarctica. Just kidding...

When I originally chose the topic, it just kind of came to me one day and I foolishly thought I could tell it in two chapters. As I stated in the disclaimer, I don't believe for a moment that the government, in concert with other organizations, is giving people this dreadful disease- but it is within the realm of possibility. What matters is how well the story is told. In the movie Basic the thing that made the surprise ending have the impact it did was the constant encouragement to "tell the story right." In telling this one I took some liberties with existing conspiracies (real or otherwise) and wove them into the story. If you tell any story convincingly enough, it becomes plausible.

That being said... What if all of those conspiracies were true? What if there was a consortium of institutions- governmental and NGOs conspiring to depopulate the earth for their own purposes? An amalgam of groups many well known, others working from within the shadows... The Illuminati, The Council on Foreign Relations, Tavistock Institute, The Bilderbergers, The Club of Rome... Funded by foundations such as The Rockefeller Foundation, Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and a myriad more... Charitable and service organizations like Planned Parenthood, along with environmental groups such as the World Wildlife Fund, all related like the layers of an onion working in unison with governmental agencies and the UN toward a common goal... Implementing the Eugenicist dream began in the late 19th century. Sound impossible? Maybe it is... One thing for certain- if you believe that Eugenics died with Hitler's failed Third Reich, you are sadly mistaken.

There is no shortage of conspiracy theories on the subject, from the UN's Agenda 21 to the writings on the Georgia Guidestones... What if they're true and a forecast of things to come? Just because one conspiracy is fiction isn't to say that another is not. The "plan" laid out by the Georgia Guidestones is a "sustainable" population of 500 million. If they're successful, the conspiracy, I'm afraid, will prove inadequate and short-sighted. Who would grow the food? Apparently elites believe that food comes from supermarkets and/or restaurants. Providing food for 500 million people is a difficult task. Who would build the houses? Who would build and maintain vehicles? 500 million may be an environmentally desirable goal... but very impractical.

The short-sightedness is not limited to the elites, but has spilled over into the non-elites that support their causes... environmental activists, ANTIFA, radical feminists and other activists will no longer be necessary and will, therefore, be expendable- fodder for the ovens (or cancer injections)... be careful what you wish for.

We live in a world beset by conspiracies -- some real, some flights of fancy. What I hope to show with this story is that conspiracies exist... they have since the dawn of civilization, if not before and they will continue as long as there are two people to concoct one.

INTRODUCTION

What if cancer isn't a disease that you contract in the traditional way, but one that is "administered?" Cancer, often described as the scourge of the 20th Century, has rates that have risen dramatically decade by decade... what if this is on purpose, a part of a nefarious plan by population control elites? What if it's all part of a plan fomented by a consortium of government agencies, at federal, state and local levels in concert with private organizations?

This does not take place in some dystopian future, this is the here and now. Meet Jim Nolan, a low level exec at a large insurance company; married with kids, a good American, socially conscious, caring, who through interaction with his brother-in-law, David, a "conspiracy nut," becomes involved in and then watches as the threads of his world unravel and reweave themselves into the Mother of all Conspiracies...
Jim and his wife Ann were the perfect American couple. High school sweethearts, married right after college, their life resembled a 1950's Norman Rockwell painting. They had two children, Kyle and Barbara, and a Golden Retriever named Bart, a house in the suburbs of Boston and of course came with the obligatory mortgage and all of the other trappings of middle-class America. They seemed to live an idyllic life. With all this banality going for them, what could possibly go wrong?

It was a weekday, a weekday like any other. Jim got home from work at around 5:30 just like every day. Walked in the house, kissed his wife, greeted his kids just like every day. He didn't know it yet, but this day was different, it was a day that was going to send him on a journey that was unlike anything he could have imagined in his wildest dreams... His wife, Ann was holding a nondescript looking envelope.

"Jim," she said, "you don't play any lottery games do you? This came for you in the mail today, from some lottery council."

"No," he replied. " With all these bills, who can afford it? It's probably an ad or something... some kind of promotion." He tore the envelope open and read the contents:

'You have been selected for a unique opportunity to serve your community and the world. Your name has been given to us by an associate who believes that you are in a position to help save the world, one person at a time. If you are interested -- and we sincerely hope you are -- you will take advantage of this opportunity. There will be a seminar at Dreighton University, Arts & Sciences Building, Room 238, on Sat. April 24, at 2:30 PM. If you are interested, please fill out the enclosed form and return it by mail no later than April 14. We certainly look forward to seeing you there. Cordially...'

"What is it?" asked Ann.

"I'm not really sure," said Jim, handing the letter to his wife.

She read the contents. "This sounds interesting, you're going aren't you?"

"I don't know... it all sounds so mysterious," he said.

"'Helping to make the world a better place' -- me? I'm just an insurance flunky, I crunch numbers. Why would anybody want me?"

"Well," said Ann, "I think you should go. Who knows, maybe there's something to it."

"I'll think about it," he replied. He had four or five days, but his mind was already made up... he would send the form the next day. He was curious as to who had given these people his name, probably somebody at work. Who else could it be? Not a relative certainly, it must be somebody at work. Who knows, maybe Ann was right and something would come of it. Maybe a new job, he thought, God only knew how tedious it was crunching numbers all day at Metropolitan Fidelity & Life!

The couple of weeks leading up to the seminar were just like all the weeks before, nothing eventful, but then, nothing eventful ever seemed to happen -- unless of course, it was on television. When the day arrived, he kissed Ann and left for Dreighton University, a 3 hour drive away.