The Club of Rome and Their One-Child Policy (for My Family, That Is)
Above is a photo of me with my fantastic parents taken at our very first residence on Charlton Street in New York City. I was their first (and only) child, although back in 1976, they’d hoped that I would be the first of many.
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to them, my mother’s OBGYN “doctor”, Ernesto Menaldino: https://www.medicarelist.com/doctor/dr-ernest-menaldino-flushing-ny/ delivered me early. What we knew then was that her labor was induced early, very difficult, painful, and took over 40 hours.
What I now know is that “doctor” Ernesto Menaldino was commissioned by the Club of Rome and the Jesuits (not limited to but including my extended relatives) to covertly sterilize my mother Bernadette so that she would not be able to have other children after my birth. Additionally, during her pregnancy, he’d tried to scare her into aborting me by lying to her and telling her that the sonogram showed her baby (me) developing without a head. A devout Catholic, she prayed to the Blessed Mother that I would be born healthy, and if so, would name her baby after her (if it was a girl, that is). That’s how I came to be named Maria.
My extended relatives and many of their associates were complicit in this genocidal crime.
Later in life, she was diagnosed with endometriosis. Now we know that the cabal 1) creates the problem (check), 2) offers a “solution” for the problem (check), and 3) charges to provide for the fake solution (check), and this was the playbook used on my parents.
My mother made many trips to “fertility specialists” at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania to try to conceive another child. It was a family dream in those early years that I would one day have a brother or sister. Unbeknownst to her, after many, many operations, (during which I was sent to stay with my complicit Aunt Elaine at her home in HoHoKus, New Jersey, a whole other level of evil that I’m not even going to discuss right now) they worsened her condition, albeit after charging my parents lots of money, of course.
My mother fell in love with the city of Philadelphia during this time and also imagined that I would one day attend the University of Philadelphia (U Penn) for my college years. She even bought the both of us pricey Champion PENN sweatshirts. (Despite it being my first choice years later, I didn’t get accepted, well….I guess it’s clear why not, right?)
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