Tandra Page 1086, Death By Procedure

Created on 04/08/2010

by Hanther

We called him Mister Walker. He was a patient at a State Hospital where I worked earning money to put myself through art school. His room was double occupant. One day his room partner, a Mister Hoffman, (everyone was called “Mister” at the hospital.) came running up to me and said, “Come quick! There’s something wrong with Mister Walker!” The room was about twelve feet away and I stepped through the doorway to see Mister Walker standing over a plastic container as blood poured from his mouth and nose. I told Mister Walker to lie down on his bed, but he did not want to get blood all over everything, which is the reason he was standing over the container. As it happened, much of the blood was splashing onto the floor in spite of his efforts. “I’ll be all right,” he said. But I insisted he lie down. We could change the bedclothes later. By now he was too weak to resist and I helped him to lie back upon the bed. I went for the head nurse and, when I told her what had happened, she said Mister Walker was already beyond help. A major blood vessel had ruptured in his lungs and he bled to death before anything could have been done to save him. I remember Mister Walker as a good man.

The Chosen One was selling his Health Regulation directive this week as he smirked he had signed the bill everyone insists they have not read. Then he looked up from placing his signature on the new law to see if the world had ended. Nothing visible had changed according to the One’s account. The sun was still shining and the birds still singing, so everything was just fine. Never mind the regime in Washington had, with the stroke of a pen, claimed total and absolute ownership over every American with the uncontested power to micro manage every facet of our varied lives, the power to allow us to live at the regime’s pleasure and the power to exterminate us if we are not so useful as our masters would wish. Indeed, except for the essential fact that Americans had become appliances for the slave masters in Washington, that slavery had been reestablished as official national policy, nothing indeed of much import was different. Except that freedom had been repealed and made obsolete, everything was as it had been. Except that a great nation had died, there was no change. We are assured such is the case by our absolute and all powerful masters.

Death does not come within a split instant for most people. Mister Walker was still standing as his life’s blood poured from his nose and mouth and was assuring me with his last breath he would soon be all right. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes passed (I did not time it) from the rupture of the artery until Mister Walker drew his last breath. While it is of no concern then or now, I mention for the record Mister Walker had dark skin. He would be called African-American by our politically correct. I record this because the racist regime in Washington considers pigmentation a defining factor in human relations. I also mention Mister Walker was a just and honourable person and ten times the man the Arab Hottentot in the White House could ever hope to be!

Mister Walker required some ten minutes and change to pass on. My mother lasted three months from the blockage of an artery to her lower abdomen until she died. Some people take longer, a few take less. Nations, on average, require much longer. It took Rome 300 years to fall, longer that this nation has existed. It is fatuous in the extreme for the Arab Messiah to project the fantasy that his signing a piece of treasonous legislation, no matter how disastrous its content, would result with its full consequences for good or for evil within the blinking of an eye. This insidious document will have consequences, some anticipated and others undreamed of so long as this nation continues to exist and, when America is but a memory to some and a myth to others, this legislation and other bills like it will be remembered as the poison that destroyed a dream that was mankind’s last best hope on this world for now and for the future.

Those who support criminal legislation such as this and look with eager anticipation to the enactment of more in the same vein sneer at nay sayers with the claim that disaster has been predicted before and yet America still stands. They believe this country will continue forever on the course they have chosen and will never come to complete ruin. At least they pin their hopes on the belief it will survive their pillage until they are safely dead. Beyond that, they don’t really give a tinker’s damn. All those who oppose a self sustained power elite who insist they are chosen rule over the peasants are simply backward scare mongers clinging to their guns and their outdated god. Americans have never had it so good as they are now taken care of and taken control of from the cradle to the grave. If a few of them fall through the cracks, well you can’t make an omellete without breaking a few eggs.

When called on account as to the methods used to push this disaster through Congress in the face of increasing opposition by those who pointed out the creation of this law has not followed the rules laid down by our Constitution, the Kenya Hottentot claimed no one outside the Beltway is much concerned over procedure. It is worth considering murder is also a matter of procedure whether resulting in the death of an individual or the death of a people or of a nation. The thugs in Washington have rarely demonstrated themselves to be advocates of the principles that made this country the envy of the world. They have hated this nation because it stood as the final defense against tyrants and murderous thugs. They have hated America because its very existence was in defiance to their unquenchable lust for power. Now the thugs and looters have hijacked a once great nation and the politicians who were never your friends are now your sworn enemy!

Never forget Lexington and Concord!

Hanther

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