1,000 words: life during the sickness, 4th entry

I won’t waste time here. The other day Lisa and I went into town, running errands. We both dread it. At Home Depot, buying a replacement drain for our downstairs bathroom (it worked. DIY baby), we could practically feel the nasty peer-pressure stares about our uncovered faces (gasp), despite the death rate plummeting worldwide. Check out a YouTuber called Pamela Popper. She gives some pretty comprehensive reports and updates citing the CDC and the WHO. Well anyway, I think it’s the quickest we got out of Home Depot, and that’s saying something for Lisa.

Second stop was at Murdoch’s for a rifle scope. We’re trying our hand at deer hunting for the first time this year. Lisa probably won’t be pulling the trigger but she’ll be there for moral support. We haven’t been called preppers yet, but apparently there’s time before shit really hits the fan if it hasn’t already. I have noticed, opinions vary widely. If anyone is reading this, what’s your take? Mind you, this visit into town was several days post-election. Was it a fraudulent elections? I don’t know. You tell me. All I know is that some activities sound pretty shady, and should be investigated. Remember, there’s absolutely no room for cheating, no matter who does it, and from what I understand, the results could be tossed. I don’t really watch news, so I can’t comment any further. All of what I hear is rumblings. (Sigh!) It’s God’s plan.

Our third stop was at Dunham’s sporting goods where we picked up some ammunition for my 30-06 rifle. I have yet to buy a half a dozen bolts for my crossbow. While there, a few shoppers remarked at how the ammo shelves were near empty. One guy couldn’t find any bullets for his AR automatic rifle. Another guy expressed his anger at the election outcome and his view that we’ll be losing some important rights, more specifically the right to bear arms. And no, this is not a Republican-Democrat thing.

I didn’t always feel the way I do about weapons. You see I lived in Tokyo for nearly three and a half years in the mid 90s. There are zero firearms on the street there. In fact, I felt pretty safe living there, and was startled in the last year of my tour, when I heard the story of some guy shooting arrows at Taxi cabs, and the Yakuza quartering bodies. I thought it would be idea to get rid of guns because it would save lives. I know the mass shootings did a good job at convincing some people that hunting rifles served the same purpose as the assault weapons designed to cut through flesh, and kills humans, not deer, or whatever food might be in our sights.

Since Japan did not have a huge number of crimes, I thought, what’s the big deal. We could/would probably live without guns, no pun or double meaning intended. My military cohorts chided and teased me, they tried their best to persuade me, but my skull was a little too thick then. Ironic that if asked to I’d have to kill the enemy, whoever that might be, with an M16 rifle, grenade, anti-tank weapon, etc. If I had to accept that role, I was a trained killer.

Egos, my friend can be blinding to the truth. I was a part-time news editor working for Pacific Stars and Stripes, and figured I had some well-informed views. After I got off active duty and entered the National Guard for the better part of my military career, and can see relatively clearly the purpose for having a militia, and the potential for living in a police or military state under a possible totalitarian rule-of-law government. How would we sustain our republic? It’s not so easy for the government to consider when it’s citizens can carry more than pitchforks to the fight. So, I’ll ask this question: when was the last mass shooting, and if there was one, did it involve a psychopath domestic terrorist with a garage full of military grade armaments – lets’ say, maybe shades of Las Vegas?

My lawyer friend Catherine Lombardo out in California – look her up – was gathering information on the side of the victims. Last year, she died of cancer. Rest her soul. I for one do not believe in coincidences. OK. You can call me every name in the book, but please do not call me a conspiracy theorist. It’s not theory when you are personally affected. It made me wonder how much more she learned of the story out there in Sin City. I know this place. I lived there for nearly a decade.

If you’re curious, check out Edge of Wonder TV, with Ben and Rob. The two produced a nice documentary, and introduced a lot of new material you won’t find in the mainstream.

So the guy at Dunham’s was so pissed about the lack of ammo he began a conversation with my wife, who asked a pointed question about who he thought he was going to kill. His response without getting too far into the exchange suggested he want to defend his rights, and I think, assumed my wife was a Pinko Liberal Dem. I can somewhat agree, when the thought has crossed my mind that a federal contact tracing representative could possibly visit the farm. At any rate, I’m not submitting to a test, which are inaccurate half the time. I’m not bearing my arm for a mandatory injection. I’m not going to be taken away in handcuffs because I refused to cooperate with mandates. I’m a war veteran, or does that mean anything? By the way, none of the mandates have been made law, and generally equate to tyranny. The burden of proof my fellow citizens is on the government to prove lockdowns were/are necessary, let alone mask wearing. I call bullshit. Yes, I believe the Rona is real, but it’s not random. And aside from all that, I’m not afraid to die. Death is nothing but a transit point. So, that happens, don’t mourn for me, and by doing so, insult me. Please celebrated me and be joyful in life.

The number of cases reporting to the hospital may indeed have the flu, or may be suffering from other health issues. Don’t get me started on what’s in our food, water, and air already, and not because a chemical company doesn’t know what else to do with it’s waste, maybe dump it in a river, or shoot it off into orbit and hope it doesn’t hurt somebody out there. You know what they say. Don’t ask questions unless you want the answer because you might not be able to handle the truth. And remember that truth has it’s own frequency. We all have a knowingness. Some of us call it discernment, intuition, goose bumps, etc.

OK, back to our guy at Dunham’s. Picture he’s riled with hair standing up on the back of his neck. His wife’s eager to beat feet. Then out pops the word “rebellion.” There you have it. If you still don’t know what’s coming, or you are perfectly OK with keeping your head in the sand, then I don’t know what else to tell you. All I can say is that if the lights go out, the economy crashes, the food chain supply dries up, the stores go barren, etc. Not to worry. Lisa and I have got a few things to keep this place humming.

Given the bleak dooms day news or what I believe to be the Day of our Lord, there’s a saying: hope for the best, prepare for the worst. No? You say no. Not possible. Then let me say this in the last part of this entry: Did you think there’d be a so-called world-wide sickness? Did you think it had anything to do with the election? Do you wonder about space aLIEns or extra-terrestrials, or let me phrase it a little more euphemistically, that we were alone in the universe, and now that science decided to chime in and say the likelihood is null. I’ve been noticing a lot of strange activity in the sky. What else is possible? All you have to do is take a look at the approved history of the United States. Oh, yeah, and you do recall this nation was founded on freedom of religion. This country’s people have moved at a breakneck speed.

You know, I intended to talk about Bible prophecy, and give the breakdown on religion, church and spirituality. There are differences, but I’ll get back to you on this. As for prophecy, does it mean that it’s fortune telling, or that it’s guesswork, and what should we know about the way forward? God allowed prophecy, a gift not to be abused, and by way of being in the Bible, God’s word. He has therefore encouraged it. And all of that is well and good because humanity, the way that I see it, needs giant warning signs regarding the direction we have been going.

I guess in simple terms, habits are hard to break.

Published by: frankmarquezwritings

I'm a writer, and have been for most of my adult life. Without making this sound like a resume, I wrote creatively in college, dabbling in poetry, short stories and play writing. Later, I became a journalist, public affairs specialist, copy editor and eventually a guy who ran his own newspaper. Now, I'm back to letting my imagination run wild in some new creations including a science-fiction novel. Somehow, I also managed to teach English to high school kids, and roam the battlefields of Afghanistan as a field historian. Field historian may be a misnomer considering all I did was write abstracts summarizing military unit profiles and missions that included hundreds of interviews of troops and contractors in combat. I grew up in a small town called Gering, Nebraska, before escaping to Pomona, California, where I spent my last two years of high school, graduating from Ganesha High School in 1983. I have a Bachelors in English from the University of La Verne (1987), and a Masters in Education from UNLV (2007). In between, I worked for government - the Army and TSA. I served tours in Panama, D.C., and Tokyo, all thanks to a teacher who encouraged me to see the world before I settled down. As hobbies, I run, hike and bicycle long distances. I have also been known to surf and ski. I now live in my hometown after moving back in June 2015. I get to see family on a regular basis, breath fresh air, and not have to ride the D.C. metro or get stuck in traffic. In fact, I ride my bicycle whenever I can. I'm happily married to my wife Lisa, and we watch over a pack of fur babies, our dog Charley, and three cats Spike, Bootsy, and Franky (his shelter name). If you should ever visit me in west Nebraska, be prepared to feast your eyes on paradise.

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