Approaching halfway in "The Jesuits" by Malachi Martin

Malachi Martin is an authentic spiritual steamroller as a writer. He's heavy equipment on the big scale. With an X-ray machine attached. You wouldn't want this guy after you, living or dead. I must have listened to twenty hours of him talking to Art Bell, at least. But here he is after his own order, the Jesuits, and he's laying a superhighway right down the middle of them. His description of how John Paul II was treated by them and the Sandinista regime when JPII visited Managua is an indictment of every bloody Bolshevik slob from the French Revolution onward (the Bolsheviks modeled themselves and their revolution after the French Revolution, so the ties there are immediate, not imaginary).