In the Shadow of Infamy

By George T. Farmos

In the Shadow of Infamy is born out of life experiences in the shadow of
Communist paradise created by the Stalinist dictatorship. Author George
Farmos was born in Slovakia during a time when Darwinism would be unleashed
in the most unanticipated way. Not to believe what the Communist Party
championed was considered ignorant, reactionary, and deserving of punishment.
Individuals were forced to sacrifice their rights on the altar of collective fairness.
Farmos writes this book to illustrate a chilling parallel between Communism and
progressive liberalization of America, under governments leadership, in the name
of science.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 6, 2009
• ISBN: 9781462823659

George T. Farmos

He was born in 1945 to an extremely ambitious doctor and a talented opera singer, cut in the turmoil of life that secular Stalinist dictatorship offered. His sense of reality is honed by logic, gift from God, all mankind are blessed with. Curiosity and intolerance for deceptions are the major driving forces of his hunger for knowledge of truth.

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In the

Shadow of

Infamy

George T. Farmos

Copyright © 2009 by George T. Farmos.

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Contents

Introduction

Kolta

Communist paradise Soviet style

Kolta 2

End of WWII

Hrinova

Back in Kolta

1956

Kosice

Sala

Austria

USA

Freedom Under Attack

Brainwashing

Steps to liberal dictatorship

Merchants of Evil

Logic, God’s lie detector

Truth

Claims

Evidence Historic Model

Censored Science

Appendix

Timeline of Evolution-Inspired Terror

America’s Evolutionists: Hitler’s Inspiration?

Darwin’s Bodysnatchers

Official Crimes

References

Introduction

Belief in spontaneous formation of life from inorganic molecules called Chemical Evolution, is the deadliest hoax in the history of mankind, stripping humanity of moral restrains, promoting ignorance, prejudice, human suffering and genocide, all in the name of science.

More than a century of persistent brainwashing is taking a severe toll on the perception of reality. Louis Pasteur proved the theory to be nonsensical, just to be reinvented again by secular scientists.

As such how can Chemical Evolution be perceived as the origin of life? Experts found mountains of scientifically indisputable evidence, to verify its validity.

Navigated by knowledge accumulated from the Bible, studies of living cells, scientific facts, historic evidence, and logic, In the Shadow of Infamy sheds light on those mountains of evidence. Special attention is given to the catastrophic consequences of belief in Chemical Evolution.

Charles Robert Darwin (1809-1882), was a British naturalist who propounded a theory of origins known as evolution. In his work, Origin of Species 1859, Darwin wrote

"To suppose that the eye with all its inimitable contrivances for adjusting the focus to different distances, for admitting different amounts of light, and for correction of spherical and chromatic aberration, could have been formed by natural selection, seems, I freely confess, absurd in the highest degree.1

Why then is not every geological formation and every stratum full of such intermediate links? Geology assuredly does not reveal any such finely graduated organic chain; and this, perhaps, is the most obvious and serious objection which can be urged against the theory.2

For I am well aware that scarcely a single point is discussed in this volume on which facts cannot be adduced, often apparently leading to conclusions directly opposite to those at which I arrived.3

There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one."4

To the surprise of many, even Darwin believed in God to be the originator of life. Why is Darwin’s belief in God censored out of biology textbooks? At this point, the logic is gone. If by his own admission, Darwin believed in the Creator, how can he know the details of creation better then GOD? When and by whom was the Creator substituted with a Straining Wave of Swooping Evolution? How can unscientific miracles of God, turn into scientifically undisputable miracles of a Straining Wave of Swooping Evolution?

Any living cell carries with it the experience of billions of years of experimentation by its ancestors is a statement taught to our children, originating from a maverick of human wisdom, Nobel Prize winner cell biologist Max Delbruck. As if it would somehow explain the origin of life. Delbruck had no answer to the question of origin, which still remains: Where did those ancestors of living cells come from, before they could conduct experimentations on themselves? Were those ancestors of living cells still dead or almost alive?

How far out on the limb of irrationality are intelligent beings willing to crawl in their quest of denying God?

Reflecting on his work near the end of his life, Charles Darwin confessed:

"I was a young man with unformed ideas. I threw out queries, suggestions, wondering all the time over everything; and to my astonishment the ideas took like wildfire. People made a religion of them."5

Being bedridden many months before his death, Darwin was often found reading. When one visitor asked what it was he was studying, he replied, Hebrews, still Hebrews. ‘The Royal Book,’ I call it.6

After speaking on the holiness of God and the grandeur of this Book7 Darwin declared,

Christ Jesus and His salvation, is not that the best theme? 8

The propitious smiles of Heaven can never be expected on a nation that disregards the eternal rules of order and right which Heaven itself has ordained.

—George Washington, 1789, Inaugural Address

The time has come to turn to God and reassert our trust in Him for the healing of America . . . our country is in need of and ready for a spiritual renewal.

—Ronald Wilson Reagan

Kolta

In the heart of Europe, between rolling hills of southern Slovakia’s Nove Zamky (New Castle) county, lays a small rural community of Kolta.

Before WWII, Kurty, Bezard, and Olah families owned most of Kolta’s land. Mr. Kurty was a member of the Hungarian parliament and a proud owner of one of the first motorcars in the whole county. In those days, a motorcar was a big spectacle, attracting crowds of curious onlookers.

The maiden voyage into the county seat of Nove Zamky in the new motorcar ended in a near tragedy when on the outskirts of the city the railroad crossing gates closed unexpectedly.

Mr. Kurty’s panic-stricken ex-coachman/chauffer was pulling on the steering wheel with all of his might, yelling, Ho-o-, just like he used to do with horses. The car did not obey; it kept moving forward, crashing through the gate, rolling over the tracks, missing the train by inches.

In the nineteen thirties, Emily Olah was taking care of her elderly parents. Her sister Maria was married, living in Budapest with her nine children. Istvan (Ishtvan), her youngest son, was the most interested in country living. He spent many summer breaks in Kolta at his Aunt Emily’s house. Hans, Istvan’s summer break friend, was living in Vienna with his family during the school year. Hans’s Aunt Katinka Bezard, known by everyone as Katinka Neni (Lady Katinka), owned several thousand hectares of land, consisting of farmlands, vineyards, woods, and orchards. Katinka Neni was a well-educated, world-traveled person, speaking several languages. She loved God, life, and people. Her employees felt lucky to work for her; she took care of them as if they were her own family.

Another prominent member of Kolta, representing the working class was Mr. Rosa, a battle-hardened veteran of WWI with twelve years of military service. After the war, he rode his military-issued bicycle home from the Italian front. The trip was mostly uneventful except for one moonlit night, crossing a cemetery. Noises of shoveled earth led him to two grave robbers, feverishly working on breaking into a coffin. By the power of destiny, it turned into their last dig; Mr. Rosa’s big sword laid them both into the dug-up grave; they learned the hard way, not to bother the dead.

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While visiting Budapest, Mr. Rosa befriended a pretty banker’s daughter named Ilona. They fell in love, got married, and settled down in Budapest. After Mr. Rosa’s veterinarian father’s death, the whole family resettled in Kolta. Mr. Rosa’s inheritance, a large adobe farmhouse and several hectares of land presented new opportunities to the young family.

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Mr. Rosa had a good understanding of electricity and machinery. An experience he gained during his military service. To generate income for his family, he started a small power company. A big one cylinder diesel engine with fly wheels on the sides, powering a generator mounted in a room on the eastern end of his large house, next to the machine shop. He started the shop with the purchase of a metal lathe, a drill press, and other machine shop equipment, salvaged from a burned-down factory.

Selling electricity to those who could afford it and fixing sewing machines, tractors, trucks, clocks, farm equipment, and other contrivances gave Mr. Rosa an abundance of business. As a service to the community and valuable help for his business, he started an apprenticeship program. Interested youngsters were given an opportunity to learn the art of part manufacturing, fabrication, and repairs of mechanical and electrical equipment. Graduates received a certification, stating the type of successfully completed training. The whole program was based on trading services. Tuition for food and learning the trade was compensated in the form of doing daily chores around Mr. Rosa’s household.

To add more versatility and security to his little enterprise, Mr. Rosa purchased a grain mill. Local farmers were gladly coming to him, instead of taking 20-km hay wagon trips, for the same service. Also, his willingness to barter suited everyone just fine.

Mr. Rosa’s property was rectangular in shape, stretching over rolling hills. The outside edges of the property were lined with a forest of large acacia trees, providing home to a variety of native birds. The fast-growing acacia was also the source of fuel for Mr. Rosa’s household needs. The upper land was cultivated alternatively with corn and wheat, separated from the house with a row of walnut trees. The house was located on the left side of the driveway. Across from the machine shop, just before the acacia forest, were the vegetable cellar, the incredible Duranzia peach tree, and the old well with its weathered wooden frame. A big bucket was hanging on a long chain, wrapped around a wooden roller affixed to the steel shaft core, complete with a crank. All were in perfect working condition. Cool, crystal clear drinking water was the reward for the strenuous effort, connected to cranking it up from the depth.

A long uphill dirt road driveway, connecting the house with the main road was lined with large lilac bushes and acacia trees. The living quarters were surrounded by a large flower garden, protected from the rest of the open space with a wall of lilac bushes. The vegetable garden was next, followed by the orchard, all the way down to the main road, running parallel with a small stream. The orchard continued on the other side, accessible over an old wooden bridge. But that orchard belonged to the well-to-do Olah family.

Aunt Emma’s orchard was Istvan’s favorite hangout place, full of nature’s wonders: