Justin Smith embarks on a dystopian fictional short story path that examines Dem-Marxists in America consolidating power after the criminal election of Chairman Joe through the eyes of Maggie McGuire resisting COVID tyranny with a group of “Free Born Americans”.
There is a Last Days feel to this story and I enjoyed it
immensely, I pray you do as well.
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Maggie's Trials and Tribulations
They Called Themselves "Free Born Americans"
By Justin O. Smith
Sent 4/2/2021 5:19 PM
The Devil's Bargain had seemingly been sealed in the
previous decade and the witch's concoction that passed for a vaccine was seen
as a Godsend, by the bulk of the poorly educated, ignorant masses that had
bought the numerous fallacies and the propaganda surrounding the COVID-19
Vaccine hook, line and sinker, despite the significant deaths and all the
bodies headed down the conveyor systems and into the furnaces. The government
and its prostitutes in the boardrooms of the country's media outlets and all
the local newsrooms were touting its success and the final unbelievably low
death rate of only ten percent among the vaccinated, although nobody could, or
was even trying, to prove otherwise.
The government quack in chambers, Dr. Antonio Facausi**,
attributed the deaths to other ailments, and he noted that the deaths were
primarily among the elderly. No matter that every single rational minded
individual in every town across the country knew different, and reason had many
noting that too many people of all ages had already seemingly just vanished
from the face of the earth.
[Blog Editor: “Dr. Antonio Facausi” is a Justin
dig of the evil that seems inherent in the Left’s false prophet scientist Dr.
Anthony Fauci. So, I can’t help myself. Here is some Fauci past should be
looked at criminally or unless there is some repentance, some moral Last
Judgment could be forthcoming:
o Snakes
in the Grass: Dr. Anthony Fauci, Dr. Francis Collins, Bill Gates and Many other
Serpents! By Jon Watkins; ExposingSatanism.org;
4/28/20
o Kennedy
exposes Dr. Anthony Fauci’s Crooked Past, poisoning an entire Generation of
Americans; By baronmaya;
Cosmos Chronicle; 7/6/20
o SCANDAL!
Anthony Fauci has been Mass Murdering People for Decades! Prevented AIDS
Patients from Receiving Life-saving Cheaper Drug; By Brian Shilhavy - Editor,
Health
Impact News; Vaccine
Impact; 8/24/20]
Curiously enough, certain dissidents had become aware of a
memo, asserted to be the genuine article, that was circulated at the highest
levels of government, that supposedly read:
"Facausi is still really f@#*ing things up, every time
he opens his fat mouth. He's out of control and acts as if he's running things
around here. He contradicts himself every few days. We will probably need to
cancel him, before long. Give him an honorary medal, a Nobel, and then be sure
he disappears in Lubyanska Psychiatric Hospital. Which new fake virus are we
releasing for the next phase, Klaus?
[Blog Editor: It is my guess Justin’s “Lubyanska
Psychiatric Hospital” is based on the infamy behind the Lubyanka building
in Russia. A brief history: Lubyanka and
the GULAG: a walking tour of Moscow’s history; By Katheryn Weaver;
Museum Studies Abroad;
5/1/18]
The 'new COVID' fantasy isn't selling. We're thinking about
a resurgence of Ebola and Zika -- BOTH. We already have a lot of propaganda
associated with them, and the hemorrhaging and bleeding that comes through
Ebola already scares the hell out of everybody. That's really useful, a real
winner.
Are more lockdowns scheduled for America?"
Aside from this, regardless of what one knew or thought they
knew, the one thing everyone knew for sure was that it was dangerous as all
hell to speak up or ask any questions these days. Times had changed faster than
Br'er Rabbit could hop to the next briar patch, the year Maggie McGuire had
turned fifteen in 2021, and ten long years afterwards, here in 2031, Americans
of any real age were troubled, sick with fear most days and largely on the
brink of poverty, on any given day, depending on the path they had chosen at
the Turning, the day America's republic faded into the sunset, destroyed by Her
enemies.
On the bright side, if one were to be had, the pandemic had
come to an end, finally defeated, or so they were told -- HURRAY -- even though
the virus was still out there in its "natural form", ever changing
and mutating, the other Big Lie they'd all been sold. Many wondered in private
why the masks and lockdowns were still being mandated ten years later, as they
seriously doubted that a cloth mask was much of a safety feature or that it would
stop a resurgence of any disease. And so, nobody objected or said otherwise, at
least not when strangers were near, or the Federal COVID Certificate
Inspectors, who all wore insignia on their uniforms of a sword and a shield,
were lurking about.
The CCI were mockingly known as "State Boys" or
"Stasi" in association with the old Communists of East Germany and
the stories that still found their way through the community, despite the
constant suppression of all history, other than the approved "knowledge"
from the Ministry of State Security.
Maggie often found herself shaking her head at the
incredible number of her countrymen she now rejected as foul sheep and traitors
to everything good and decent that her parents and grandparents had impressed
upon her from birth, as they seemed to not mind so much the turning away from Liberty,
simply donning their masks each day as if it was another piece of clothing. She
knew it as a sign of submission to what her Grandad Grover called "the
Leviathan", the same sort of surrender that also made her revile those
Americans who blindly followed the regular lockdown orders to stay
indoors.
The constant hated refrain she always heard from those who
saw her as some unclean, unwashed thing was "Rules are rules", as
they warned her that bad things would happen to her and her family, if she
didn't soon fall in line and "get with the program". She avoided all government-controlled
areas, except for the most exceptional cases of any real emergency, that
required something she couldn't find elsewhere, like real and effective
medicines under lock and key and controlled by government owned doctors, some
of whom were secretly sympathetic to the dissenters and rebels, such as
herself, her family and all of her close friends.
Of late, Maggie had noticed the Stasi were increasingly
worried these days. Most Americans had rushed to comply with the Democratic
Party Communists' mandatory vaccination campaign, but pockets of people had
flatly refused to take the vaccine, as they stated a host of reasons that
mostly concerned health and religious reasons. Those who understood the
vaccines were being used as a means of control over people had instead chosen
to find refuge in the secluded countrysides of America, far off the grid in
many cases, abandoning the use of the internet, cellphones and electronics in
general so they couldn't be traced by the Stasi goons they'd grown to hate.
And, since the Turning had forced the economy to go completely cashless, the
dissenters had returned to a trade and barter economy, that, to date, had
worked out just fine and resulted in a fairly wonderful -- if difficult --
lifestyle, in many respects.
The Government hadn't seen them as any real threat at first
and they were largely ignored, because the Ministry of State Security didn't
expect them to manage to survive, as well as they had, outside the comfort of
the State's ever watchful domain. The Stasi had initially simply seen them as a
bunch of country-bumpkin losers and "anti-vaxxers", who could never
possibly make their way through such a harsh lifestyle outside the relative
"comfort" offered by embracing the Ministry's welcome blanket.
Dissenters were still not plentiful enough to be seen as an existential threat
to the Ministry's total control of all America and all Her resources and
wealth.
Rumors had begun to fray at the Ministry's nerves, and Chairman
Joe, never right in the head, was even more unhinged these days, on his
90th birthday, than he was in 2021 when he and the Marxists and Maoists took control
of the nation. They were all becoming near apoplectic over discovering that
many small communities now had grown somewhat prosperous, even in the face of a
harsh lifestyle, within the Liberty they had chosen long ago for themselves and
their families; it angered Chairman Joe right into another stroke, and now the
Czar of Ministry and Truth, Kami Herod, would be damned if she was going to
stand by and allow them to continue to dance and smile, enjoy their natural and
delicious food or enjoy their lives, as the people were actually falling in
love and going forth and procreating, populating their little niche of God's
Green Earth, just as mankind had always done, long before Big Brother.
Oh yes, Maggie knew all about Big Brother. Even though the
book was banned and many thousands of copies had been burned over the decade,
Granddad Grover had told her the story many times.
And so, the persecutions began within a matter of weeks, as
the Stasi rounded up the "unclean anti-vaxxers", or the "Free
Born Americans", as they called themselves to anyone with ears to
hear.
Communities everywhere were raided and too often destroyed
outright for the crime of objecting to the tyrannical violation of simple
common decency, after their Inalienable God-given Rights had already been so
sorely abused and abrogated. Anyone the people considered a leader, even in the
slightest of manners, was arrested and imprisoned for many days, sometimes
weeks, and planting anything not specifically approved by the Ministry of State
Security was declared "ILLEGAL" in big, bold, red letters and signs
that were rapidly erected.
The Stasi were sent out to "educate" the masses,
as they lectured that natural seeds not genetically modified under government
oversight were dangerous and could lead to many other illnesses and birth
defects. And, as they made their way, community by community, a good many men
and women who had previously lived free, outside the government mandates, asking
and wanting for nothing from the Leviathan, were arrested and vaccinated
against their will, or they died in their attempts to escape the Stasi.
Free Born Americans were saddened and struck another hard
mental and spiritual blow at the loss of so many of their brothers and sisters,
so needlessly and only because they existed. The anger that coursed through
their ranks, wherever they were found, was unlike anything the country had seen
in centuries, white hot anger that was sure to wreak vengeance upon any
government agents, wherever they could be found.
In the end, the Stasi couldn't arrest and vaccinate all the
renegades and rebels spread out throughout the land, since they had now taken
to hiding among "the New Normal" masses, using fake COVID Certificates.
And, as they word spread that the new resistance was growing and effective,
these rebels connected with others who were also unvaccinated and in hiding
from the Stasi, who had missed locating and identifying them over the past
decade.
Maggie was one of them. From the first day of her birth on
September 15, 2006; literally born in a barn, in Irish Town, Tennessee, she had
never been vaccinated. Now that organic farming was illegal, she was forced to
move to a small village, just up from her long-time home, and now she was just
getting by doing whatever work she could find available, along with teaching
art classes for several of the local middle school aged children. An extremely
talented artist, much reminiscent of the style of Cindy Press, who was executed
as an "Enemy of the State", she had learned to draw and paint from
her earliest years, and she could sing in divine fashion too, with a voice like
an angel.
As soon as it became apparent that the Turning brought an
evil wind with it, danger and death, Granddad Grover had seen to it that Maggie
was provided with a fake COVID Vaccine Certificate, that was virtually
undetectable from the real deal. The only thing that could expose her was a
bio-test, that could determine if anyone had received their prescribed
"jab", but she was careful to avoid any situation that would place
her in any position as this, so unwelcome. It was the sort of position that had
cost her parents their own lives and left young Maggie to the care of her
Granddad, who loved her more than life itself.
For the next five years, Maggie and hundreds of others
managed to survive and avoid any close calls with government agents, but it was
far from a desirable way to live, and hard as all hell on many days. She had
never had it so hard in her own community, where she and her kind had lived
freely by their own rules. And now as others were forced to hide, wear masks in
order to go undetected and basically follow the diktats of Chairman Joe and the
Ministry of State Security, Maggie flitted in and out of the shadows and
avoided contact with anyone she didn't know, having already received thousands
of dollars in fines, and, more recently, threats of imprisonment, which implied
almost certain death. She wondered, “What was the point, if they all weren't to
be free anyway?” As she waited for her Granddad Grover who promised he'd return
for her, after he'd been forced to flee Stasi security forces in a pitch battle
one late night.
But Maggie had promised her parents, who had died in a fierce
firefight with State Security soldiers, that she would always remain faithful
to the principles, virtue and honor that they had instilled within her, those
same principles and virtues that America Herself had been founded upon. And so,
there would be no compromise for her. She resisted and refused to comply, since
she knew deep within her heart of hearts that this current tyranny could not go
on forever, without something breaking hard like an explosion all across their
society. She hoped that she and her people would one day be free again.
Call it "Fate", call it pure, damned bad luck, the
Stasi finally snagged Maggie in one of their sporadic dragnets, one early
morning in something she recognized as her own stupid mistake. She was out to
retrieve one the many "survival packages" Granddad had been leaving
for her, near an old oak tree they had long marked as an agreed point for
meetings and drops of letters and supplies, and such. The patrol had approached
her and asked to see her COVID Vaccine Certificate, demanding "CV
mam!" As she slowly reached into the inside pocket of her new jacket, she
automatically realized her CV Certificate was at home in the pocket of her old
jacket.
Appearing anywhere in public without one's CV was strictly
illegal, and so they scanned her arm, only to find no sign of vaccination. They
couldn't believe what they were seeing, so they administered the test again and
once more, they found no trace of antibodies in her system. Unable to explain
it away or produce a valid CV, and with the Certificate at her home discovered
to be a counterfeit, Maggie was arrested and unceremoniously prodded along to a
cell in Lubyanska Psychiatric Hospital, the federal prison operated by the
Ministry of Truth, resolved to hold herself erect as the wind blew through her
auburn hair and the morning light glinted off her steely-blue eyes, that
flashed anger with each strike of a rifle-butt that hit her shoulders.
Later, in one of Lubyanska's infamous interrogation rooms,
Maggie sat face to face with Captain Alex Ocasio-Guevera, Chief of the Vaccine
Enforcement Unit, as he suggested to her:
"There is an easy path out of all of this, dear Maggie.
Just take the jab and You'll be free."
Granddad's ire raised up in her, as did some of his salty
language, which came in handy at this moment, and Maggie harshly retorted:
Like Hell! That'll be the damned day. Never! You can go f@#k
yourself, 'cause You'll have to kill me first."
Alex closed his eyes, placed his hands to his lips as though
praying and smiled a wicked smile, as he thought to himself, it certainly was
an option, and legal too, with the recent change to the Constitution. But it
wasn't his preferred option, because he needed Maggie to freely choose the
vaccine to keep her from becoming a martyr and an inspiration to a growing rank
of rebels, and neither did he need anyone to start thinking the vaccine really
was sinister in any way. He was one of the few of his ilk who actually believed
that winning by persuasion was better than resorting to force, and he was also
a true believer in his own righteousness.
For the life of him, he failed to be able to understand her
stubborn refusal, her firm refusal to comply, especially since he had
voluntarily taken the vaccine himself, as he told her. Hadn't all the other
members of the upper classes voluntarily taken it, too? Well ... Hadn't they?
He had taken it because he believed in law and order, but also and primarily,
he believed in the vaccine.
Captain Guevera was essentially as honorable a man as one
could find in the ranks of these Cancel Culture Marxists, and he truly believed
that sooner rather than later, he would convince her of the rightness of doing
as he asked. He felt certain he could make her see that her reluctance was a
result of the trauma of her adolescent years, a harsh life by many people's
standards and the unfortunate experience of witnessing both her parents die in
a hard fought gun-battle with the State Boys, and while he had hit on part of
her reasoning, for Maggie, the clincher to never abandon her principles and her
own righteous conscience came when she heard her dear, loving parents named
"criminals" and "outlaws", by real criminals and outlaws,
traitors to America, who weren't worth the spit in her mouth.
She meant it, when she had thought to herself that she'd
"die and go to Hell first" before she would comply and submit to any
injection. She had slowly looked up as she awakened from her own thoughts and
told Capt. Guevera that she preferred prison to vaccination and refusal to
compromise. She even refused to see a State psychiatrist, and so, Maggie sat in
that prison for many months.
It was her birthday, the day that the warden brought Maggie
the book she had requested, entitled Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau.
As she glowed inside, she started to read, and there, inside the first few
pages, she found a handwritten note that suggested, "Ask for salt tonight,
when they deliver Your dinner", and it was signed, "A friend".
It left her puzzled, since it had been years between the
time she had any contact with anyone from her former life. She decided to see
what would happen, and indeed, she asked for extra salt that evening. Her
jailer didn't flinch or give the slightest hint of recognition or suspicion,
and she brought Maggie a small white saltshaker, that appeared to be a normal
shaker in every way. But upon opening it and poking about a bit, she soon found
a small key and a note inside, covered in the salt.
The note explained that the key was to her cell door and all
the guards had either been bribed or drugged, in order to secure her safe
escape from the prison. It continued with instructions and directions to a
cabin in the surrounding woods, where others like her, members of the resistance,
would meet her. And about midnight, her adventurous journey began, as she made
her successful departure from the place that she hated, hiding her face in her
hair and a cloth wrap, that had been her Granma's headscarf.
Several hours later and many good miles covered, even though
she walked every step of the way, the sun was rising in the eastern sky, when
she reached her destination, knocking on the door in anticipation. No one
answered and she finally just turned the handle and walked on in, quite cautiously
so as not to disturb the silence. And then she saw him, a man in an armchair,
with his back to her, as he promptly exclaimed, "So You're finally
here", in a voice she seemed to recognize. She was hoping it was an old
patriot from her community, but turning to face her, it was none other than
Captain Alex Ocasio-Guevera.
Of course, it had been a trap. Part of her knew it would,
but she had to play out the hand God had shown her and damn the consequences,
for at least now she knew beyond all doubt. Her adversaries had wanted to raise
her hopes, only to dash them, as a cruel form of mental torture, in their own
elaborate game of cat-and-mouse, and now they would accuse her of sedition, for
attempting to join the resistance and the rebels, who were now fighting
guerrilla campaigns in nearly every town in the country. Maggie could easily be
tried in a military court and sentenced to death.
In a matter of days, she was condemned to death by firing
squad.
With each new rising sun, Maggie was offered a full pardon
in exchange for her acquiescing to take the COVID vaccination on national
television to be broadcast on every major station, and with each new setting
sun, she refused. if she was to die, Maggie intended to die on her own terms.
She would rather die like the early Christian martyrs or Saint Joan D'Arc,
thrown to the lions or burned at the stake, than to submit to the tyrants who
had taken everything from her in life, except her own free will and her
righteous conscience.
Try as they might, there was no convincing Maggie to receive
the jab. They knew this was fast turning into a major fiasco, since there was
no way she could leave Lubyanska without either taking the vaccine or being
executed, and at this point, with the rebel cause gaining momentum, they
couldn't withstand Maggie being turned into a hero for the Free Born Americans
-- Maggie who at age thirty-two had spent over half her life, by this time,
either resisting or actively fighting against the tyranny imposed upon Free
Born Americans, by those who had been born here only to betray the country of
their birth that had given them so much, those mentally deficient, spiritually
void, subhuman Communists, traitors one and all.
So, a decision came down from no one less than Chairman Joe
himself, that Maggie would be executed on Christmas Day in secret, and the
official report would note that having never been vaccinated, she was not
immune from COVID-19 and contracted it and subsequently died from its
effects.
Christmas arrived fast, faster than Maggie wanted. She had
worked and prayed for a new opening and a good, viable escape plan to no avail,
and so she was now preparing to meet her appointed time with the Grim Reaper,
thinking of a song Granddad used to sing about being offered [JOS] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4kQkF6Gsvw "one
last sup from the potter's cup, when The Man comes around".
VIDEO: when the man comes around -
johny cash (vietnam footage)
[Posted by lordarchron
johny [sic] cash "when the man
comes around". footage is a compilation of video and images from the
Vietnam war. this is mostly taken by 8mm cameras, so i does have that blurry
feeling, so bare with it.]
And the verses Granddad would recite, from Luke 22:18-20:
"For I say unto you, I
will not drink of the fruit of the vine, until the kingdom of God shall come.
And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying,
This is my body which is given to you: this do in remembrance of me. Likewise
also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood,
which is shed for you."
The sun was just coming up over the horizon, as the Stasi
snipers escorted Maggie into the prison courtyard, to be shot. She had refused
all offers to "allow" her to announce her regret publicly and she had
even refused a last meal. She also refused the blindfold, not wanting anything
to be covering her face on this fateful morning, to later be mischaracterized
by State Media and the propagandists of the Ministry of Truth, as a face mask
voluntarily donned in a final act of contrition to the State.
Maggie's steely-blue eyes pierced into the eyes of each of
her executioners, just before they raised their rifles. She was not afraid as
she knew she had long ago found her own salvation, through Jesus Christ, Her
Lord and Savior. Her hair flowed in the wind and she smiled at the soldiers
with a confident smile that said, "You may kill my body but You will never
touch my soul". And as she awaited the arrival of the bullets, that would
send her on to her Maker, she remembered a song her own mother used to sing, in
the years before she died.
In a flash of her mind's eye, before the orders came to make
"ready", to "aim" and "fire", there came the
thunderous roar of two helicopters bearing the State Security emblem with guns
a blazing and cutting the executioners in half. A second later a massive whole
is blown in the side of the wall and men on horseback charged on, firing every
firearm imaginable as the troop ran from quarters to meet the attack. And there
was Granddad Grover sitting tall on Ol' Smokey with his Browning automatic
rifle cutting men down left and right as he bore down upon her, stopping just
long enough to help her up behind him, as the entire group simultaneously
turned and showed them their horse's rumps on the way out, with answering
bullets whizzing past them and into them.
Maggie squeezed her Granddad tight as they rode into the
woods, telling him how much she loved him and how she feared she would never
see him again, this side of Heaven.
The band of Free Born Americans, rebels in the best sense of
the word, drove on 'til nightfall and the breaching of the perimeters of a
clearing, where other men and women had fires going and food cooking. What a
sight it was for men who had just so narrowly escaped death.
Granddad pulled Smokey to a halt and slid to the ground
behind Maggie, after she dismounted. Pulling a sheath of papers from his shirt,
he said, "Maggie, My Dear Lil' Sweet Maggie ... You rest for an hour here
and then You must follow this map to the last destination marked. I'll meet You
there in Levasy, but first there is much I have left to finish here."
Maggie responded, "OH GRANDAD ... I thought I'd never
see You again!" ... Grabbing him and squeezing him tight to her finding it
hard to believe that he was still going so strong at 80 years old. She released
him only to discover her hand was covered in blood and her Grandad had been
shot. But he wasn't complaining ... Oh no ... you'd never hear Grover Judea
Smith utter the first word of complaint, even if he were dying.
He gently smiled and said, "Don't you worry none,
Sweetie. Your ol' granddad ain't done by a longshot, no sirree ... not by a
long shot. Say ... would You sing Your Momma's song for me … before You have to
be on Your way? You know the one."
And with a voice that could summon angels to earth, Maggie
sang the song [JOS] Celtic Woman
– Danny Boy (Official Video) that asks one favor from those we
love…
“And when You come and all the
flowers are dying ___ If I am dead, as dead I well may be ___ You’ll come and
find the place where I am lying ___ And kneel and say an Ave there for me.”
VIDEO: Celtic Woman - Danny Boy
(Official Video)
[Posted by Celtic Woman
Official
Music video by Celtic Woman
performing Danny Boy.]
By Justin O. Smith
________________________________
Edited by John R. Houk
Text enclosed by brackets are by the Editor. “JOS”
indicates a hyperlink from Justin.
© Justin O. Smith
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