The Terrible Consequence

The first amendment demands with have the right to peacefully assemble. There are no exclusions, and federal law describe any effort by officials to abridge this right - whether by force, or legislation - as a felony.

This coronvirus knee-jerk reaction led to a national effort to ignore the rights described in the Constitution, and the ignorant group of derelicts that make up a substantial part of the media not only are clueless of the law, they ignore the fact most of the problems caused by the virus were the result of greedy politicians using legislation to line their pockets. Those with a vocation specifically protected by the First Amendment don't realize they will suffer for their ignorance.

These are strange, and dangerous times. Foreign influence has almost destroyed our economy, legislators use the citizens as pawns for corrupt activities, and too much of the media doesn't realize they're pawns in an effort to destroy the United States by foreign powers. The supposed brightest members of our society were indoctrinated to believe they received an education which demanded their critical thinking included understanding the importance of a document that protects liberty.

I've examined the thoughts of those that continue to promote those that are self-described as Progressive. They have a bizarre thought process, and are dangerous with their misunderstanding of basic human rights. They don't realize their attempt to try a government that murdered millions is a futile effort that can only be described as that of someone insane. It's a terrible consequence from our education system, and may ultimately lead to the failure of a society created to end the arbitrary whims of those that wish to use their power to control without consequences.

A Tale of a Rooster

About a week and a half ago, a rooster appeared in the yard. This isn't a really strange occurrence, since many around have chickens. He wandered about, and disappeared at dusk.

That evening, the rooster flew into my nephew's dog pen, lost a lot feathers, and managed to escape - although he was worst for the wear. My nephew caught the rooster, put it in his chicken pen, and he hid behind their nesting boxes. After a day, my nephew brought the rooster to my sister-in-law's pen. That's where the story gets fuzzy, since one story is he escaped, and the other story is my sister-in-law took it to the neighbor's, and threw it over the fence to live with his chickens. Regardless, the rooster disappeared.

Last weekend, while sitting on the porch, the rooster appeared again. He was obviously moving slow, appeared bedraggled, and was not doing well. I went for a piece of bread, broke it into pieces, and coaxed him closer. He ate as well as he could, but appeared to be having a hard time swallowing. I put him a pan of water, and he disappeared again at dusk.

The next day he appeared in the morning. I had no idea where he'd gone overnight, but he was hungry. I gave him some cracked corn we keep for the ducks, which he ate at the end of my porch steps. He'd appear, disappear, and appear again during the day. Late in the evening, I watched him closely. When he wandered off, his nightly roosting place was soon apparent.

He was roosting on top of a cinder block under my sister-in-laws house. He'd found safety from the world that left him scrambling for his life. His tenacious effort of survival was rewarded.

Over the last week, the little rooster gravitated over to my porch. He stays under it, except to eat, satisfy his curiosity about our activities, and is much better. He lost a lot of feathers, when the dogs attacked, and it will be awhile before the wings on one side grow back. There's no way he could fly, so he is very wary.

The rooster's left eye is usually closed, although he'll open it occasionally. There doesn't appear to be any damage, although there's no telling what injuries he sustained.

We now have a permanent resident. He crows in the morning, and during the day. We bought him some chicken feed, so his diet is good. He warns, when a predator flies over, and ducks back under the porch. We'll never know his entire story, but I have a feeling those that do are not willing to talk about their participation. With nobody claiming him, and the fact chickens don't appear from out of nowhere, I have a feeling he's like most roosters. People only want one, those that are not wanted are expendable, and if they don't make it to the pot, they're on their own.

He's a good rooster, and fun to watch. I think we'll keep him.

I need to add he's a bantam. What kind? I haven't a clue, but he's small. He's some type of hybrid, and there are many hybrids.

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Sometimes, I just can't fathom things that happen. Yesterday, on Easter  Sunday, my niece, and nephew, let their dogs loose to run. They found the rooster and finished him off. I'm still fuming, and debating whether it's worth shooting their dogs over. This isn't the first time they've killed neighbor chickens.

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My nephew's dogs must have carried the rooster away into the woods by their house, and he escaped. He appeared the day before yesterday with a terrible wound, which is healing. I have him in a cage, his appetite is good, and the next big question is what to do with him. 

Cracking Down on Churches

I've read a few reports of churches, and church goers, being targeted by zealous officials. The officials might be thinking they're doing a good thing, but if you think about it, the judges that will be responsible for collecting the fines will find they have no power to do so. The Constitution, and pissed off parishioners, will not turn their cheeks for the fascist efforts of those that have to live in their community. On the federal scale, such things might take a long time to wander through the courts. At the local level, one trip to a local grocery store will let the wannabe tyrants know nobody has their back. That, and how lonely a road can be, when there's nobody to help you repair your automobile.

Bullfrog Serenade

So, this time of dire emergency monetary manipulation has led to my sleeping habits being adjusted. Otherwise, when a passing front woke me, sleep is not on the agenda.

I made a gallon of tea, fixed a glass, and went out on the porch. I sat, thought about things, and then the bullfrogs caught my attention.

There must be around a dozen in the area. They all have different calls. Some are higher pitched, others lower, and some sound like teenagers; their voice breaking from the effort to sound older.

One was probably the old bull. His loud, low call almost echoed in the night, and when he called, the others were quiet for a few moments. I imagine the females are lining up on the bank for his attention.

I'll soon go back out, sit, sip some tea, and listen to the night. It's more pleasant than anything on television, and there aren't any commercials.

Bunches of Questions

This pandemic raises many questions:

- Was the reaction worth the consequences?

- Will there ever be an accurate count of those affected?

- Will there be a demand for returning to work before the authorities are willing to allow that to happen?

- How much of the economy will remain damaged?

- Was the illness as dangerous as reported?

- Will enough people understand the facts, make logical decisions, and have a willingness to self-educate on such things?

This will probably be the most significant event during my lifetime. With the results maybe lasting for decades, my observation time may be limited. I hope more people will realize how tenuous societies can be, and make the good choices for the continuation of liberty.