The 21 Century Killing Fields

At your local pharmacy

Whether it was keeping the trains arriving on time to the death camps or the orderly rounding up of Jews and other “undesirables”, ordinary Germans beginning in 1933 worked efficiently to accomplish what became a national mission. Many did not question what they were doing. Where the Jews and undesirables went and what happened to them was not something they talked about. It just had to be done for the good of the Father Land and the German people. The details really didn’t matter. They did what they were told. They complied with the authorities. The truth about what was happening was kept from them. An entire system of genocide ran beneath the surface of the society because it had ordinary people running it. It was your job, so you did your job.

All across the country, local pharmacies have become the 21st Century Killing Fields. There is no need to pack people into cattle cars for a trip to the death camp or drag suspected counter-revolutionaries to the countryside for a bullet in the back of the head. We now have our local pharmacy and our friendly local pharmacy staff to do all the killing. This turns my periodic trip to pick up a prescription into something that nightmares are made of. People lining up for the booster (because two jabs are not enough), oblivious to the gravity of what they are doing. I watch a well-fed maybe 55 year old man step up to the counter and ask for a vaccine booster and a flu shot like he was ordering a Big Mac with a large order of fries. Immediately, I wanted to start shouting at the pharmacy staff and the people waiting in line. It was all I can do to keep from yelling at the top of my lungs. I wanted to save anyone I could. I wanted to tell the staff that their participation in vaccinating people was making them into murderers. I get my prescription filled and step away from the counter. My mouth remains shut but the words continued to swirl inside my brain.

“Don’t get the vaccine because you will die,” I wanted to tell a small group of Hispanic landscapers from a local company. An older man and his wife were sitting in the vaccine waiting booth; “Leave now and don’t let them inject that poison in you”, as I imagined walking up to them before I left. As the young pharmacy staff member hands me my order, I want to whisper to her, “You are killing these people with this vaccine; you are a murderer now”. But my mouth remains closed and I walk away. Nothing I can do, I say to myself. These people are all gone. They are ghosts who still have a physical form.

Next month I plan to go to the drive-through even though I detest going through drive-throughs. I can’t watch people line up to willingly euthanize themselves. And I can no longer hold my tongue, as I watch the butchers of the new Killing Fields efficiently do their jobs for the good of the Father Land and the American people.