The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

I got a message a few days ago from a friend’s wife that my buddy was in the hospital and not doing very well, maybe I ought to hustle down there before it was too late. So I dropped what I was doing, jumped in the jalopy and headed south to the hospital where I worked graveyard shift weekends for ten long years back in the 80’s. If you want to hop a time machine, this is one way to do it. That Pain Motel was small back when I started, had an ER with maybe 4 or 5 rooms that burned up in a fire about 1982, then had one with about 10 but now sports 70 or so. Big city hospital.

I parked in the multi-story garage, got my temperature checked at the front door, followed signage to one of the two 8 story towers that now engulf my old haunts, took an elevator up to what they euphemistically called the End of Life Wing, got my buddy’s room number at the nurses’ station and went to the end of the hall to see him. His son was coming out of his room and we introduced ourselves. He said he had to step out a few minutes, that Dad was in a coma, had been for the past two days, but go on in, he might wake up any moment. Disappointed that I got there too late to find my pal conscious, I went in and sat down. After a few long minutes where I never saw a muscle twitch or a nostril hair ruffle, I finally put my hand on his forehead to check for temperature.

Now, I’m no doctor and I don’t play one on TV, but I did work in that hospital for 10 years so when I tell you he was dead, you can be pretty sure he was. There were no monitors attached to see if it had gone flatline, but this was, after all, the End of Life Wing. I stayed awhile longer, said my piece just in case and headed out. His son was exiting the elevator as I was entering. ‘You leaving already?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, kind of a poor conversation,’ I said. ‘Stick around, he might wake up any minute.’

I’m not entirely immune to the idea of a miracle. Like I said, I worked there ten years and saw plenty of death and dying and okay, once in a blue moon someone come back to life in one of our Code Red drills in the ER. You get inured to pain, blood, horror, suffering and death working there. You see people who should have died but didn’t and you see folks who died when they shouldn’t have. My friend’s dying was no surprise, just a bit early and unannounced. I didn’t say to his kid his dad was gone and he ain’t coming back. Hope isn’t a fool’s errand, but then again, there always came a time when we stopped CPR and quit putting the paddles to the patient. The doc sometimes would ask us assembled in the room if anyone had any ideas. We never did. And no one ever said, let’s stick around, the patient might wake up any minute. Then again, the patient was never our father.

Okay, let’s stop the wishy-washy denials from the Radical Left, those poor saps who think Trump was a latter day Fuhrer bent on destroying American democracy. C’mon, the man was an exemplar of the Ayn Rand homage to capitalist captains of industry and commerce. He built the Trump Tower, after all, and it stood up to the 9-11 attack on the other towers. You think God didn’t have a hand in all of that? Of course he did! That’s why Donald J. Trump is the Chosen One!!!!

Maybe you didn’t notice the last four years or so most of the churches, the white churches anyway, supported Mr. Trump. If they didn’t believe the man was a serial porn star adulterer who cheated on his wonderful wife Melania, why would you? And they didn’t think he was a tax cheat, not for one Leviticus minute, no sir, he was doing what any of us with a few billion dollars would do, hire the best tax attorneys and take every deduction this corrupt Congress offered. When you’re rich — and everyone in America has the same opportunity to be rich — you’ll change your tune. And trust me on this, God wants you to be rich. He is, after all, on the dollar bill. So forget about trusting me, trust Him. Like Donald J. Trump, he wants you to be wealthy. And no, he doesn’t want your taxes wasted on welfare cheats, immigrants or alternative energy. Give me a break, if God wants to change the climate, there’s nothing you can do to stop that.

Anyone with half a brain knows that the End Times are upon us. You may not want to admit it, but deep down in your snowflake heart you can hear the drumbeats picking up. Global warming? That’s just the furnace of Hell getting closer. At least for you. For those of us who’ve been expecting the Second Coming, President Trump was the answer to our prayers. He moved the capital of Israel back to Jerusalem, didn’t he? Prophesies, partner, Apocalypse Now, baby!
Just like the Good Book predicted and it’s no coincidence Donald J. Trump’s favorite book was the Bible. Old and New both! Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth! Oh, he was sent here all right. To do the Lord’s bidding! You unbelievers, all you libtard politically correct crybabies, hard times are coming for you, hot times like nothing you can imagine.

No, God is a Republican. And vengeance is His, He saith. Tremble before His might, His terrible sword is coming down, His wrath will be like nothing you’ve ever witnessed and Congress will be returned to the GOP. Let it be written. Let it be done. Thank God for God!

It’s been over six months since Pelosi’s storm troopers, aka the Capitol Police, assassinated the patriot Ashli Babbitt in the midst of a quiet protest of Trump’s stolen election. Hysteria seems to have consumed the Democrats who claim the protest was a riot, or worse, an insurrection perpetrated by the President himself to prevent Congress from ratifying a fraudulent election when anyone could see for himself the citizens of this great country were merely protesting peacefully in the hallowed halls of their own legislature.

The time has come to make that day, not a day of infamy, not a shameful attack on our democracy, but quite the opposite, a day to celebrate patriotism. Bastille Day in America, a day when the populace rose up to oppose tyranny. Ashli Babbitt was a martyr to the cause, a woman who loved her country and her president, who refused to sit home while the Democrats destroyed any semblance of democratic values by ratifying a pretender to the throne, the evil Biden. A statue should be commissioned for the Capitol rotunda for all future peaceful visitors as a reminder of the price of our freedom. Let her name ring throughout history. Patriot Day. January 6th.

Oh, I know the Democrats will block the idea. They’d rather drag the American flag through the dirt with their Jan. 6 commission, hoping us citizens will be convinced the tourists who gathered peacefully outside their chambers were really revolutionaries bent on overturning a legitimate election. What a bald-faced distortion of the truth! They will try to convince us that many of the Senators and Representatives decried the President on that day, even those in his own party, even McConnell and McCarthy, but as we know, they have walked back those unfortunate accusations when the facts became clearer.

We should, as many have suggested, investigate Nancy Pelosi for failure to prepare the Capitol police for peaceful tourists minding their own business. And the thug who assassinated Ashli Babbitt when she was merely coming through the broken window of the assembly where the legislators were huddled in misguided fear should be charged with first degree murder. Democrats will try to confuse the facts by suggesting she had re-tweeted a few hours prior to her killing that Vice President Pence should resign and be tried for treason and that Chief Justice Roberts was being blackmailed in a scheme to rape and kill innocent children. Rather than investigate her claims, they would prefer to make her the villain, not the true victim.

But truth, as always, will find a way to the surface. Today is August first and President Trump has assured us he will be reinstated in the White House on this day. Let freedom ring, my fellow Americans, and what better bell to toll than the one on January 6th, the future Patriot’s Day. Keep the Dream alive. Write to Pelosi and tell her to resign and she too be tried for treason. May God have mercy on their souls!

Florida is open for business! The good governor of that state, De Santis, the man who would be President, has decreed that no masks be worn, no vaccines mandated, no schools closed, no quarantines imposed. Oh, sure, the number of hospitalizations from Covid are approaching the peak reached a year ago, but as the Governor stated to loud applause recently, ‘we will not back down!’. Instead he would choose ‘freedom over Fauci-ism’.

Fauci-ism, if you look it up in the Breitbart internet dictionary of NewSpeak, means phony science spouted by socialist medical experts. Freedom, well, it means nothing left to lose. Except maybe your life. DeSantis’ campaign is already selling koozies that say How the Hell am I Going to Drink Beer with a Mask on? And T-shirts inscribed with the admonition Don’t Fauci My Florida! You can easily imagine the anti-vaxx crowd wearing T-shirts with Don’t Salk My America. Polio to them would be no worse than the common cold. And Jonas Salk should have been locked up.

Even Disney has imposed masks on visitors indoors. Mickey Mouse is a cartoon character, but nothing like the Governor of the Great State of Florida. The bet, I guess, is that come 2024 and the Plague Hoax has passed, he can run as the brave and lonely soul who stood proudly against government overreach. Like the woman said on a radio interview this morning when asked why she refused the vaccines, “The government thinks it knows better than me. The government thinks I’m too stupid to know what’s good for me and my family.”

Well, I do too.

Let’s be honest with ourselves in this post-pandemic bubble that will no doubt be replaced with a pre-pandemic surge created by the variants and the folks who refuse to mask and refuse to vaccinate. These freedom loving, don’t-tread-on-me yahoos aren’t going to help us end this plague, no way, Jose, not when all they hear on their Facebook feeds are the fair and balanced opinions of the commentators and congressmen who think Fauci is a lying criminal, the government is a nanny state and the Covid epidemic is phony.

We’ve tried reason, we’ve tried bribery, we’ve tried appealing to their patriotism and they’ve only doubled down on their resistance to masking and to vaccinating. They aren’t going to be convinced and we’re wasting our time. Sure, some states and some cities will go back to wearing masks. The airlines will keep that rule for the foreseeable future, but they won’t be friendly skies, not with the folks who think wearing a mask is halfway to the gas chambers run by the Deep State. The federal government will require vaccinations, sure, they don’t mind injecting nano-trackers for Bill Gates who no doubt is funding most of this propaganda.

If you live in Texas, this last week 214 of you died. Florida, 360 died. California, 183. There were 258 deaths in the United States on July 19th and the number is going up. Sure, this is way below the peak of the plague so why worry just because the numbers are going up daily? If you prowl the internet you can find websites that claim the number of deaths from vaccinations in a recent week jumped up 2000 and that the total number of deaths was greater than from Covid itself. Facts don’t lie any more than guns kill. People do.

We will probably come out of this pandemic with a few less citizens, that much is true. That bothers me, but hey, it could be worse. Worse is the next creepy disease that kills in far higher numbers, some Ebola flesh eating monster that dissolves its victim in days and is more contagious than internet bullshit. The good folks among us who refuse to protect themselves or their kids or their neighbors, well, they’ve shown us what we’re up against. We’ve met the enemy and it looks like them.