November 03, 2005

Bill Frist, Cat Killer



It was, of course, a heinous and dishonest thing to do. And I was totally schizoid about the entire matter. By day, I was little Billy Frist, the boy who lived on Bowling Avenue in Nashville and had decided to become a doctor because of his gentle father and a dog named Scratchy. By night, I was Dr. William Harrison Frist, future cardiothoracic surgeon, who was not going to let a few sentiments about cute, furry little creatures stand in the way of his career. In short, I was going a little crazy.

--From Bill Frist's 1989 memoir concerning his capturing, killing and dissecting of cats

Just what kind of mind does it take to run around your neighborhood, capture cats, then kill them and dissect them? And what kind of person does it take to admit such a thing?

As someone who dreamed about becoming a doctor as a boy and young man, I know that physicians need to have a certain dispassion about dying people and dead bodies of all kinds, and certainly be able to dissect anything in the proper setting. But the idea of actually capturing neighborhood cats and killing them so I could fulfill early fantasiies about performing surgery is disturbing, to say the least. Isn't this the kind of mentality and early behavior exhibited by sexual sadists and serial killers? At least that's what I have read that psychiatristic experts contend.

Of course, I am not contending that our esteemed Senate Majority Leader, Herr Doctor, Chairman (VOLPAC), Senator Frist M.D. (he has an awesome list of titles) is a serial killer, but it makes one wonder what other behavioral piccadillos he might have.

Michael Shaw, at BAGNotes News, is conducting an ongoing living autopsy of Frist worth following. Frist's public behavior is odd, indeed. It makes one wonder what his private behavior is like, unexposed to public light.

Shaw sheds light on his narcissism, his inflated sense of self, his schizoid twists, and his "social disabilities."

2 comments:

Sarah said...

That's pretty creepy.

Tired Immigrant said...

I heard a creepier one, not sure if it is true. It's a legend about the guy who discovered Penicillin. The legend says that he tried some on his own child. That's scary.