So here we are (you and me) in this time of craziness and uncertainty, staring in amazement at a world, not of our making and certainly not of our liking. Should we laugh or should we cry, at this tragedy unfolding before our eyes? What used to be a normal life has turned into floating through a nightmare that we can’t wake up from.
Who do I know that is sick right now? Who is about to die? Is she jabbed? I hope not. Is he jabbed? He probably is. My God that lady can hardly walk. Are those kids injected? I certainly hope not. He doesn’t look good today. What will happen to his dogs? Who will be next? I don’t want to get another call. I wonder how my brother is? An old man shouldn’t have to bury folks.
There seems to be craziness spinning all around us, that doesn’t let up…even for a minute. The ambulance sirens constantly scream like faraway demons announcing the capture of their dying prey. Neighbors that you used to see are now hidden away. You’ve forgotten what they look like.
Charlie’s lawn looks awful. This is not like him. Should I ask him if he needs help? I’ll mow it for him if he lets me. I have to knock on the door. What if he doesn’t answer it? What if he's dead on the floor?
Going back in time to warn the world of what is coming. Waking to find it was only a dream. Crushed again by reality and realization that death is all around us; seeping under our doors and moving through the cracks in our floors…ruthlessly killing while building mountains of grief and oceans of tears.
Dog time is the only time that matters anymore. A second, a minute, and an hour with them means everything now, as the world of man descends into insanity and chaos. One look from them makes me feel better and gives me a little hope. It’s not hope for the future or for our world or for the human race. It’s the hope that is contained in the love they have for me.
With my dogs beside me, I bury my head in the blanket once again, hoping the world will go away and praying things will be different….the following day.
Lawrence, it is great to hear from you again. I have to say, what a heart wrenching piece you have written,and so true. It has been three years since this covid madness entered the lives of my lovely and I. Since it all began I have had hernia surgery ,of which I waited almost three years for. I recently turned 80yrs old on March the 12th, and was frighten the surgeon was going to put the bio weapon in me while I was under, but that didn't happen. My father in-law turned 96yrs old last November ,and had been in hospital four times for water retention. Each stay has been for 5-7 days until his weight had dropped to where it should be. My wife is the only one looking after the farm and animals as I am on a seven week recovery from the surgery. Still another five weeks to go. I can't find anyone to work here for $20.00 an hour. It seems no one wants to work. Yes , things are tough for us right now. We are worried for our granddaughters ,ages' 11 yrs and 13 yrs old. The parents had the bio weapon injected into them over two years ago, and we are not allowed to see the girls because we didn't take the killer jab. We live in a small community outside of Nanaimo, BC ,and none of our neighbours interact with us . Why? because we are vaccine free. Three of our neighbours have died. We will never know what from, but can only guess. Every day my wife and I take our four dogs for a walk into the bush which is only a short distance away from our farm. I know the dogs pick up our pain of what is happening in our lives. So, it is good that we all take the time to connect in a positive way by connecting with nature. All we have is each other for comfort. We are not alone.God is with us. You are the only person Lawrence I have shared my feelings with, and of course those that will read my comment. Thank you Lawrence again for what you have touched on in your piece of truth. Please take care of yourself. Always your friend, Santino.
The onslaught continues here as well, Lawrence. My latest tactic is to say 'how do you like the genocide? instead of 'hello' when I meet strangers. I would rather offend than be a part of the charade. There is no teaching them, no amount of explanation that can overcome their blindness fueled by the warped and evil media. We have got to stop playing along, coping, or we are complicit.