Maybe the Bell Can’t Be Un-Rung….
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Maybe the Bell Can’t Be Un-Rung….
Greetings Taverneers! A man died and went to hell. Upon arrival, the devil explained to the fellow that hell was not just a big bad place, but that it had lots of rooms where one could choose to live, but, once the choice is made and the door is closed, then that’s where one’s eternity will be spent; no changing. Period. So the devil takes the man to the first room, and upon opening the door, it revealed a room full of burning coals with people rolling around in the coals, screaming in pain. The man told the devil that wasn’t for him, so they proceeded down the hall. The devil opened the second door and there was this giant cauldron of boiling oil, and it was full of tortured souls floating in the oil, crying in anguish. The man once again said, “No, no Devil, I can’t bear that.” So they walked on, and each successive door revealed even worse fates. Finally the devil opened a door to a room where people were standing knee deep in cow manure, eating doughnuts and drinking coffee.” The man said, “That’s the one for me!” The devil reminded him that once the door closed, there was no changing his mind and that was where he would spend all eternity. The man agreed, entered, got his coffee and doughnut as the door closed behind him. As he was enjoying himself and making new acquaintances, a large demon entered and yelled, “Alright, coffee break’s over; back on your heads!” OK, now you know why I didn’t choose stand up comedy as my life’s vocation. Hopefully y’all will see the correlation between the poor taste joke and the rest of this article. As Mike has said over and over and over again, “Who knows what’s in the Covid Vaccine?” Or the boosters, or COVID-19 itself? VM called BS on the whole theory of COVID-19 even being a virus (and I’m inclined to agree). And who knows what’s being spread about in the skies? I’ve heard of dozens of substances that “could” be being sprayed, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that there’s a lot more than just weather manipulation going on with those lingering tic-tac-toe lines in the air. Kimbo, I believe, talked about not seeing them for a while. I noticed the same thing; then one clear night I took my dogs out, and the night sky looked like a tic-tac-toe marathon was going on overhead. They’ve put fluoride into municipal water systems for years…are they putting anything else into the water? And let’s not even get into what might be lurking in our food supply, or our drug supply (“legitimate” medically prescribed ones). What about illegal (or legalized formerly illegal drugs)? A good friend of my son’s, a great guy in his late 30’s (who I watched grow up), in good shape, no major health issues, took a Vicodin for his back (given him by a friend) and died of a fentanyl overdose…although an autopsy revealed an enlarged heart, determined to have been caused by T.H.E. Vaccine. Recently I found an empty container, which described the contents as a “…non-THC bearing hemp bud, infused with Delta-9.” What the hell? Whatever happened to just plain old weed? If it was good enough for the Grateful Dead and the Beatles, why do we need non-THC bearing hemp buds, infused with Delta-9? What’s really in the Delta-9, and how and what do they use to extract it? And a la today’s broadcast with S-Man, we wonder why there are suddenly gray divorces? Death, divorce, and moving are the top three stress inducers according to the psychological world, and stress is as dangerous to one’s immune system and one’s mental health as fake vaccines and the dumping of toxins into everything we ingest. Insanity is getting to be as common (and as varied) as the leaves on the trees. Turning on the news on TV is like touring an insane asylum. Mike reiterated today on the podcast that T.H.E.Y. (the government and the elites) are out to rob and kill us. He said that! And I happen to believe that to be absolutely true. T.H.E.Y. are out to get the oldest of us first, as we no longer pay very much into the system, and we cost the system the most money and other resources. I’ve racked up more medical bills since I have been on MEDICARE than in my entire life prior to turning 65. I’m sure Trish cost more money in medical bills in the last four months of her life mostly in ICU, than she earned (and paid into the system via taxes, Social Security, and all all other forms of government robbery) in all her working life. Multiply just Trish and me by all of the “baby boomers” still alive, and we represent a huge financial drain on the system that is not being replenished by the younger generations. Now, given that the government’s learned that putting the less desirable members of society in concentration camps, starving them to death, and hiding the remains by cremation is not a very good look these days; they’ve found nicer, less suspicious looking ways of killing us, that seem reasonable considering our age and proclivity to having things go wrong physically. And they avoid the expense of disposing of us by holding the surviving family members responsible for doing it for them. Do I believe that T.H.E.Y. are systematically (“non-systematically”) trying to kill us old geezers off? You bet your boots I do. The hospital she was in, murdered Trish. Yes, I said murdered. They didn’t shoot her with a firearm, or stab her with a knife, or strangle her to death with a light cord, or put a pillow over her face, or make her take a shower with Zyklon-B, but they sure as shit intentionally started the wheels in motion that through malpractice, dereliction of duties, and neglect, inevitably lead to her suffering and death. And they did so knowing that their corporate masters were too big to fail…or be prosecuted in a court of law. And here it is, almost a year later, and reckon what the stress of that whole debacle might have done to Trish’s family (many of which are over 70)? I know what it’s done and is still doing to me. Every time I go to the doctor, they want to give me another prescription for this or that, and I’m not supposed to forget to get my Covid, Flu, and RSV shots this year. And, they’ve even got a new and improved stronger Flu shot for seniors!!! Reckon what’s in that? And, SHHHH, don’t tell anybody, but I read that if I still grieve 6 months after Trish’s death (which I do), that I’m mentally ill. Duly noted! Apparently I’ve got “Prolonged Grief Disorder” (which is actually in the DSM-5), and is treatable, I’m sure, by more medicines. I’ve tried to live my life by the maxim, “It’s better to die living, than to live dying.” Every year the majority of those related to me, and those to whom I’m professionally associated (who are all younger than me) are “suggesting” that most of the things I’ve done all my life are perhaps getting too dangerous for me in my geezerhood. Since a life sentence in prison without parole is no longer a threat to me, perhaps I shouldn’t be trusted with things that potentially could be dangerous to myself or others. I’m beginning to think I can just make out that dark “live dying” sail on the horizon. I’m also beginning to think it better to liquidate all I own, which isn’t much, and pulling an Ambrose Bierce (look it up), as opposed to eventually ending up with drool running down my chin and waiting for my diaper to be changed, and a governor who wants to put me on a ventilator. Now maybe it really is time “…for my boot heels to be wanderin’….” Don’t worry, it’s OK; I can think that way because I’m mentally ill.
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