In his memoir, a clinical psychologist attempts to explain that God has chosen him to become president of the United States to stop a health insurance conspiracy from killing millions.
McIlnay has written an entirely unconventional autobiography. He says that he was a board-certified psychologist and was previously the director of the mental institution from which he has written his memoir—as a patient. Comparing himself to the prophet Daniel, McIlnay believes that God has revealed to him the “Handwriting-on-the-Wall” that FUCU Inc., a fictitious multinational health insurance corporation with a government-sanctioned monopoly, has begun implementing a plan to maximize profits by assassinating its sickest patients, classified as “loss-units.” Ironically, his knowledge of this nefarious plot has caused FUCU to commit McIlnay in his own institution, or so he believes. But he will not be suppressed so easily. Believing in his God-given mission, he has written his autobiography as a step in his path to the presidency, which he is confident is the only way that he will be able to expose and prevent FUCU’s diabolical plan and save “Western Civilization As We Know It.” Raised in a religious household (his father was a Baptist minister), McIlnay grew up a faithful Christian, but his inquisitive, intellectually curious nature drew him to philosophy, particularly skepticism. For instance, as a university student, McIlnay challenged orthodox Christianity and the right to a free press as publisher of a subversive magazine, which led to his expulsion. It’s this experience that typifies most of McIlnay’s recollections. He is a classic example of an iconoclast—beholden to nothing except his search for the Truth. The most valuable chapters are those in which he fondly recalls his discovery of great minds and ideas while a student, and his reverence for the liberal arts is refreshing in a time that so prizes analytics. But, while McIlnay is visited by and capably converses with his favorite dead philosophers (Kierkegaard, Kant, Hume, Berkeley, etc.), there is ultimately a tediousness and redundancy to many of his anecdotes.
The ravings are lucid, but unsound.