Random rules?

In the church, during the Sundays when I attended church, the pastor dutifully read from the Bible and recited the words on how and why God wants us to love our neighbor as ourselves.

That would mean that right now, I see a lot of people ‘hating’ themselves. In this moment, how can I not let my thoughts wander to a vile invisible attack on humanity via a sickness that has higher than a 98.8 percent survivability rate? The results of the experimental remedy aka the ‘jab’ are enough for me the question the larger and evil agendas, which include the obvious – big pharma having a hay day on the market. We’ll save the longer story for later, you know the one that includes a satanic plan to enslave the world, and has tried to divert us from defeating the far more serious epidemic of human trafficking. Pause. Think about the millions of lives of innocent children.

Let’s start with the ingredients of the jab shall we? Well, on second thought, let’s not. Anything I say goes in one ear and out the other. I remember once being chastised on a social media platform way back in the beginning in 2020 when this pandemic word was thrown around, and inserted quite forcibly into the mainstream news, while I in turn asked valid questions and came to reasonable assessments, which obviously did not match that of several family members and friends. Some of those questions: ‘Where are the bodies in the street?’ Obituaries anyone? That won’t happen again. We don’t talk, but if you ain’t in my life boat, I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know if it is possible, to speak convincingly, but I think the sheep are too far out there. I remember one of the comments from a friend of a friend instructed me to wear a mask because I’d be helping someone’s grandmother’s chances of living. Well OK, what about mine? Blessed, I’m breathing the good clean farm air just fine.

This so-called method of saving a life has been proven to be unsanitary by the mere fact the mask is worn day in and day out. Just look at it under a microscope after about a week’s time. Now, the focus has been on getting the ‘jab’ for many unsuspecting human beings who don’t want to usurp authority, rock the boat, have bought the party line hook line and sinker, have dutifully done what MSNBC or CNN has told them by experts, both doctors and billionaires, and not to mention politicians, who have serious conflicts of interest, and… To them, there is no such thing as the CIA’s Operation Mocking Bird.

So, what I consider a deadly concoction of poison is something I should consider taking because it makes somebody else feel better? Discussions about freedoms. Logic. Reason. Heart-to-hearts thrown out the window with the baby and bath water. Where are we with this? So, what these people who think I’m doing the wrong thing want me to risk my life because it will make them feel better about theirs. I’m not sick, and I’m pretty sure with a healthy immune system, not to mention life-style, my chances of continuing to feel well outweigh the chances I’ll come down with something, and die.

While serving in the Army, I took the ‘mandatory’ so-called flu jab, and each year I got sick, sometimes more than once. Since retiring from the green? Nada. That has been almost two years now. I figure the damage is done though. The only thing I can do is double the effort to fend off illness, take my daily doses of Vitamin D, and focus on healing since there is always some of that to do, both on the physical and spiritual planes. And no, that does not mean by wearing a mask. Bottom line, God made us perfect, and I know for certain, I have written that in few other blog posts about this topic. We have the means, naturally, to fix our own bodies, minds and spirits. It all bears repeating.

So, if it comes right down to it, for those people who insist on the jab, and I was that proverbial ‘last guy’ on Earth, the last hold-out, I’d ask you to please put a bullet in my head. Because that’s in effect what is being done here. Do not rule out the idea of FEMA Camps. Words are not enough. Research is not enough. The proof is in empty emergency rooms. An autopsy never performed. A body incinerated to ashes without the permission of the surviving family. The injection rife with microscopic Artificial Intelligence (AI) or Nano technology. It’s not a great leap to connect this to 5G or any other kind of radiation. Several medical doctors and researchers have said that anyone who has been given the jab will die in the coming year, the Fall and Winter of 2021-2022, up to 18 months, thus in a twisted way explains the CDC’s warnings of a Zombie Apocalypse. An entire school year. See how that works. What’s the count now? About 2 billion have been walked to the cliff? Heck, that fits with Biblical prophecy, doesn’t it? They are carrying something in their bodies via the inoculation for which there is no undoing. Maybe if the med beds get out there… I shudder at the thought of the walking dead. We’ll see.

I want you to know that it will create a great fear in people who are unaware. They will blame it on the sickness, and the people who have refused the jab, and claim it is the reason to take the jab. What a brilliant but perverted disgusting ploy by whoever designed it. (In my mind, I am hearing the Church Lady Dana Carvey scream, ‘satan!’) Don’t you get it? In my book this alone has the potential to spark a kinetic civil war not within the bounds of any one country. With so many Americans already armed with rifles and handguns and what-not, we’re talking about a powder keg the size of the Grand Canyon or larger ready to be ignited. I’m betting on larger. Let’s consider the gravity of getting to this point, granted, I already know we were in a war, and that it is mostly a silent one. Just because a lot of bullets aren’t flying just yet, don’t let yourself be misled. Word on the street in recent innocuous reports (consider everything), our food has been poisoned, not like it hasn’t been already, mostly processed and fast food. It caused me to deal with some holes in my intestines. Then, I changed my diet. Let’s not rule out my high blood pressure and migraines which have been largely remedied through natural methods. A lot of illness didn’t just appear out of thin air, and overnight. Thanks big pharma. Immediately, of course, I call BS on Pharmakia.

One day, I was delivering mail for the US postal service in early March 2020, and the next day, just like that, the schools in Mitchell closed, yet the local bars remained open. I get it: the drunks were already killing themselves and weren’t necessarily a target. I can say that assuredly because I am a recovering alcoholic since January 2, 2012, and my survivability was most definitely on the line. Once we are in a kinetic civil war (and I pray to God that doesn’t happen) I want you to consider your plan. Because if you don’t give in to their plan, you might end up in a FEMA camp with all the other ‘rebels,’ ‘insurrectionists’, ‘terrorists,’ ‘Trump loving patriots,’ and any other names now being bashed or connected to conspiracy theories, Q, Anon (two separate things), ‘WooHoo,’ you name it. Then, once firmly divided, who, what ready nation or peoples, will step into the void that becomes America. Communist China? Proudly, I’ll stick to my guns and my belief in God, the Father Almighty, and this great country for which I wore the Army uniform. I pray every day that HE banish all demons connected with this illness and the greater movements, the scourges that have plagued humanity all over the thousands years we have roamed this planet.

It is however easier to attack the messenger than to argue the finer points of the message. English being a tricky evil language, I will continue to do my best to stand as sovereign, free from tyranny, on the grounds of my God given rights, a citizen of Earth where no man nor woman can claim to be my authority. Only God my friend. Only God is my authority.

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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