Emergency Use Freedom

It was 8 o’clock. Carl was late and not moving. Idling black buses with grating on the windows and large “In Science We Trust” logos on the sides backed up the streets of Whatchit. Carl hoped he wasn’t too late.

Carl finally saw the opening. He revved his bike, weaved between three buses and entered the alley behind Eatup. He parked the Ducati Multistrada behind the restaurant. He had to be careful. Facial recognition cameras were everywhere.

He got out a beard and glasses from the tank bag. Behind a dumpster, he took off his helmet and put on the beard with mustache. Earlier that morning he placed a piece of duct tape across the hairy opening.

Next, he put on dark sun glasses and a baseball cap. He adjusted his ‘mask’ in the bike’s rear-view mirror. Before he walked around to the front door, he put a clothespin across his nostrils. EatUp had a mask requirement sign on their door.

Carl would never wear a mask or take the jab. But that didn’t matter to Joe Collins, the owner of EatUp. Carl found that out and more from Stephanie.

~

EatUp was the gateway to a network of secret routes and safe houses – a passageway providing escape from the COVIDian masters. If you wanted to flee from the verbal whippings, the VaxVerify branding and being sent to slave quarters – the “Health” hotels and “Safe Space” internment camps – you found someone who knew Joe. Stephanie knew Joe.

Carl learned from Stephanie that Joe would provide IDs and safe passage to Jasper County in the western end of the state. There they would find The Community – a building-less church that met at different locations in remote areas. Evangelist Luke told Stephanie, “What’s the point of having a building were people sit in rows with masks on listening to Bible stories and sermons they’ve heard a thousand time before. We are a community of the alive, not of zombies.”

The people of The Community had set up a parallel society apart from the New World Social Order created by COVIDian overlords. The Community thrived with its own school, clinic, and a semi-barter economy. Teachers, nurses, doctors, lawyers, white hat hackers – a host of professionals who lost their employment when they said “no” to the jab – came to county and to The Community.

Those of The Community didn’t use email, texting or smartphones. They did not want to be monitored by the State and its contact tracing software. They threw away all electronic devices before they came into the group. Communication with the outside world was made possible with computers that white hat hackers set up to be untraceable. Otherwise, day to day, the people of The Community communicated solely one on one, mask-less, and with a handshake.

Jasper County declared itself a “Constitutional County” right after the insurrection on November 3rd 2020. When unconstitutional, tyrannical and immoral mandates started coming out of the Biden regime and the Blue State collaborators, The Community began.

Under the regime’s new dictator, COVID Swat teams were instituted. If there was no record of you being vaccinated, the CSTs would swoop in, grab you and send you to one of several “Safe Space” internment camps owned and operated by billionaires like Bill Gates. These same camps have laboratories where the organs and tissues of aborted humans are used to produce COVID vaccinations and genetic mutations. The people in these camps were the guinea pigs for lab tests.

The only direction that Joe gave Stephanie: go west out of town about 30 miles. You’ll see Hilts Farm Stand. Ask for Connie. She will ask for your password – “Brass Serpent”.

~

Carl jogged around to the main street. Heads turned. From the sidewalk he could see Stephanie sitting inside EatUp. She was looking at her watch. “Good, I’m not late!”

Carl went in and sat down at her table. A muffled “hello” came out from behind the getup.

“You’re quite a sight.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Carl’s right eyebrow arched above the rim of the sun glasses. “Imagination is the only mask I need.

“They keep looking inside.” Stephanie nodded to the gaggle of Emergency Use Authorized Deputies  – OSHA’s COVID FIRST Officers – and bus drivers smoking cigarettes outside EatUp. “I’m afraid one of those EUADs will recognize me at any moment.”

“We need to move quickly.” Carl leaned over and picked up a bag. “I’ve brought a disguise for you, Ms. Stifleboner.”

“Stifleboner?! Is that the name you gave Joe? Couldn’t you pick a common name?”

“Here’s horn-rimmed glasses and a mole for your right cheek and a black wig. We’ll make a lovely couple.” Carl stood up and gave a wide sweep with his arms: “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”

“Sit down Shakespeare, you’re attracting too much attention. I’ll pay Joe, get our IDs and then go to the bathroom and put this stuff on. Then we better scat. There’s a swarm of COVIDians in this restaurant, too.” Stephanie left the table.

Outside, one of the EUADs saw Carl’s performance and his “MASK ON MASK OFF MASK ON” tee shirt. Officer Loucrats stomped out his smoke and went inside. There was a look of horror on the officer’s face as he walked up behind Carl. The back of Carl’s tee shirt read “I CAN’T BREATHE.”

Officer Loucrats came around the table and held up his phone to Carl’s face. “Take that clothespin off your nose.”

“If I do all the air will come out and I’ll fly around the room.

“I need to scan you for your COVID profile smart guy.”

“I’m not on Instagram, if you’re wondering. I have done Shakespeare in the park if you want an autograph.”

“What’s your name?” snarled Officer Loucrats.

“I’m Carl, Carl Libaum. Carl with a C L-i-p-b-a-u-m. Lipbuam”

“Hmmm. I’m not finding you in my system.”

“I was pooped out last week.”

“Listen wise guy, this COVID business is deadly serious.”

“I can tell by your grim reaper look and the face diaper.”

“We have places for people like you.”

“Yeah, I hear that your “Safe Space” internment gulag is a hoot. Satanic abortion and mask wearing rituals.”

“Are you vaccinated?” Officer Loucrats placed his hand on Carl’s shoulder.

“And here I thought you would be a “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell” kind of guy. Are you a ‘my body my choice, diversity, equity and inclusion kind of guy?”

“This is not about freedom. It is about personal choice: follow the science or be sent to a place where the science keeps a close eye on you.”

“To thine own eyes be true. If I go to your summer camp would that hurt my credit rating and my company’s ESG score?”

Officer Loucrats’ scowled. He was looking daggers at Carl. But Carl continued.

“Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
To foreign passages, and in the end,
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
But that I was a journeyman to grief?”

“Good effing grief, man! Sit down shut up and tell me if you are vaccinated!”

“Sir, I am waiting for my civil rights attorney. Ah. Here she is.”

Stephanie returned to the table. “Carl, dear, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Wait a minute!” COVID Officer Loucrats held out his hand like a stop sign when he saw The Great Escape movie poster tee shirt she was wearing.

“And you, what’s your name missy?

“I’m Stephanie . . . Stephanie Stifleboner.”

“Let’s see.” Officer Loucrats scanned her face with the phone. “Hmmmm. Stifleboner you said?” He began keying in the name and then stopped and looked up, brows furrowed.

“Some people have a hard time with that name.” Stephanie winked at Carl.

“How do you spell it?”

“Honey, show him your ID so we can get going.” Carl prompted Stephanie.

“Both of you, give me your covid passports,” Officer Loucrats snarled.

Carl handed Officer Loucrats a small booklet.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, that’s my daily devotional. I’m in good hands. I’m covered. You New World Order Guys should read it.”

“Do you have a vaccine passport or digital documentation of COVID certification? A QR code”?

“I have a patch.” Carl showed Officer Loucrats his nicotine patch.

“Do you have a vaccine passport?” Officer Loucrats demanded.

“Your commandant said that the science is changing. Does that mean that natural immunity is now “in” or is he pushing big pharma’s booster shot du jour?

“Again, do you have a vaccine passport or am I going to cart you and Ms. Stiflewhatever to one of our buses?

Carl took on a thoughtful pose. “Well Officer Loucrats, it appears that the very slight asymmetry of matter and antimatter that made it possible for us to have this lovely chat today is now in danger of dramatic reversal.”

“Do you . . .”

“Look at that!” Carl jumped up and pointed outside the window. “Climate change!”

“I see it too!” Joe walked up behind Officer Loucrats. He cajoled Officer Lucrats to go over and look out the window. As the two searched the skyline, Carl and Stephanie walked over to the kitchen, ducked behind the counter and below the order window and headed for the back door.

Officer Loucrats put his hands-on-the-hips, got up on his toes and then came down on his heels with a loud huff. “I don’t see no climate change.”

Joe pointed again, “You’re right. Climate change . . . see that cloud of smoke.”

“That’s smoke from their cigarettes, you buffoon. I know climate change when I see it. Hey where did those two go?”

“They left. Something about a wedding.” Joe walked back to the kitchen.


Outside, Carl gave Stephanie his helmet and got on the bike. He tossed the clothespin. Stephanie got on behind Carl and put her satchel of things between them. She held on to Carl.

Carl started the bike and revved the engine. He took off down alleyways and side streets until he came to Rte. 17, a route that would take him to the farm stand.

As he headed west, black buses were heading into Whatchit. As long as they were heading into town he wasn’t concerned. Thirty minutes later he pulled up to Hilts Farm Stand.

Three people stood behind the stand. Carl came up and spoke to the oldest. “Are you Connie?”

“Shhhh, not too loud. There are COVIDians everywhere. They’ll turn in you for a profit without giving you a thought. Yes, I’m Connie. Do you have something for me?”

“Ah . . .” Carl looked over at Stephanie.

“Brass Serpent,” Stephanie whispered.

“Good,” Connie replied. “I want you to bring your bike with me. We’re going up to the house. Shane and Esther, watch the stand for me. I’m taking these two to the house. You know what to do.” Connie turned to Carl and Stephanie. “These are my teenagers. The good Lord blessed me with those two.”

As they walked across the quarter acre of lawn leading to the house, Carl asked Connie “Is this your farm?

“Oh no,” Connie responded. This farm belongs to Billy and Betty. This is just a way station of sorts. You’ll stay with them until this evening. They’ll feed you. They have plenty of organic vegetables. And Betty’s apple pie is to die for. Then, we’ll drive to New Paradigm farm over in Jasper County. You better get some rest. Tonight, The Community is coming together for hoedown.”

 While Shane and Esther were watching the stand, a black bus pulled up. The bus driver and officer Loucrats got out to smoke their cigarettes. After fifteen minutes, they came over to the farm stand and scanned the faces of Shane and Esther. Nothing came up on the COVID TracUDown system radar so they just looked at the tomatoes and corn and decided to buy a gross of each.

Officer Loucrats, still angry at his breakfast encounter with Carl, asked “Have you two seen a guy with a beard and a clothespin on his nose come through here going to a wedding?”

Shane took the grass he’d been chewing on out of his mouth. “No sir. We’d notice something like that and besides, there hain’t no weddings I know of. They’ve all been cancelled due to COVID mandates.”

Officer Loucrats went behind the stand and looked up at the farm house. “I think I’ll go have a look.”

“Help yourself,” Esther offered.

Shane asked “How many people ya got in that bus? Must be fifty. And why is the bus driver waving?”

Officer Loucrats turned around. The bus driver was yelling something and pointing at his watch. “Oh. That ole coot wants me to get a move on. I don’t move for nobody.”

He came back around to the front of the farm stand and paid for the corn and tomatoes. “If you see those two fugitives then you best call me right away.” Officer Loucrats gave Shane his card.

“Yes sir,” Shane responded. “I sure could use the reward money.”

“You and me both, kid.” With that, Officer Loucrats got on the bus and headed on his way.

~

The drive to New Paradigm Farm was uneventful and yet strange. Carl’s Ducati was loaded onto the back of Connie’s ’76 Chevy C65 truck. Carl and Stephine sat in front with Connie. There was nothing peculiar about that or about the pale light from the full moon which gave the journey a mysterious aura, as if you were in an old black and white movie. But here Carl was. He was sitting in a truck going down a country road and leaving behind a life he had invested in because now nothing is what it seems any longer. He felt grief at the loss, relief to be rid of it and hope at the chance to live in a community that wanted to live in truth.

Connie pulled up to her barn. Her husband came out of the barn, got up on the truck step and gave her a kiss through the truck window. Then he helped Carl unload the Ducati and put it in the barn. Connie showed Stephanie where she and Carl would sleep that night. She told both of them to be ready for the Hoedown at 8 o’clock.

After a short drive over to New Paradigm Farm, Connie, her husband Rick, Stephanie, and Carl entered the new barn. The people of The Community had erected the barn over the past two weeks. Tonight, they would celebrate with music and dance.

Connie introduced Carl and Stephanie to as many people as she could. Finally, she told Pastor Johnson to introduce them to the crowd of over two hundred gathered that night.

“Ladies and Gentlemen.” Pastor Johnson thumped the microphone to make sure he was being heard. “Welcome to our barn raising hoedown on New Paradigm Farm. To preface this dedication, I want to say a few words to the newcomers.

“First of all, welcome to The Community! I ask that you do not see this community as a cloister or convent where one goes to become otherworldly. I ask that you plant both feet on the ground and help us to continue self-sustainability.

We – The Community – we see this enterprise as a down-to-earth place where one thrives and thinks independently without fear of reprisal. I ask that you see The Community as a habitation zone that is a world apart from the system of appearances and lies. I ask that you see this community as the means to nourish a continuity of political thought that founded this country.

The Community is not hiding from the world. Here we are in Jasper County, a “Constitutional County” that is making itself known as a county that respects the Constitution and the rights of citizens. No, we are not hiding from the world. But we will keep ourselves, like survivors of domestic abuse, from being exposed to those who have threatened, coerced, and beaten us daily.”

“Pastor,” Connie called out. “Don’t forget what I told you.”

“Oh? Oh yes.” Pastor Johnson cleared his throat. “Tonight, I want you to welcome the newcomers and make them feel at home. Connie asked that I give a special welcome to Carl and Stephanie. Welcome to The Community family Carl and Stephanie.

“Now,” Pastor Johnson waved his hands to quiet the group. “We dedicate this barn to the glory of God for use in his kingdom here on earth. Amen. Let the music begin.”

The fiddlers began their hash calls. Clapping followed and dancing. As the tempo increased the dancers began to move to one another without pauses. The improvised patter calls challenged the dancers surprising them with unexpected choreography.

After a jig and a waltz, Carl and Stephanie went outside to get some air.

“What do you think Carl?” Stephanie asked.

“You know. No one said a word about COVID the whole night. I can breathe. I can finally breathe . . . Imagine . . . we don’t have to imagine. There are people in the world who are constantly at odds with us and our freedom. They would have us serve their god COVID.”

The full moon, now behind a grove of trees, cast long shadows on the field before them.

“C’mere Steph. Why do I feel like singing Somewhere from West Side Story?”

©Jennifer Ann Johnson, Kingdom Venturers, 2021, All Rights Reserved

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Informed Dissent:

https://gab.com/ChrisLangan/posts/106886345347451986

Pfizer’s new ‘daily pill’ to fight Covid utilizes a protease inhibitor… Ivermectin is also a protease inhibitor… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Scanning & Transmission Electron Microscopy Reveals Graphene Oxide in CoV-19 Vaccines (drrobertyoung.com)

Telegram: Contact @nocovidvaccines

Nursing baby died with blood clots, inflamed arteries following mother’s Pfizer shot, VAERS report says – LifeSite (lifesitenews.com)

As a doctor, here’s my message to anyone who thinks it’s OK to deny medical treatment to those unvaccinated against Covid — RT Op-ed

Illinois Implements Vaccine Passports, Mandates – The New American

Stop “Vaccine Passports” and Forced COVID-19 Vaccinations : The John Birch Society (jbs.org)

Elderly man dies with blood clots in abdomen after Covid-19 vaccine | Sharyl Attkisson

Right-Wing Street Artists Take Aim at ‘Vaccine Supremacist’ Gavin Newsom (Photos) (thegatewaypundit.com)

Huh?!

Vaccine Passports for Canada even if conservatives win… What the hell is going on! – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Tell your reps:

Please act to retain all current religious, philosophical, and medical exemptions for vaccinations — especially for COVID-19 — in our state. And whenever possible, please add to or expand the exemptions for vaccinations.

Also, please ensure that nobody is coerced into taking the vaccine through social/economic ostracization. This includes “vaccine passports” that some states, the federal government, and other world governments are implementing.

Victory Boyd on Instagram: “America from its inception was a dream. A dream of a place that champions equality, liberty and justice for ALL people. A dream of a place…”

Staff Sergeants File Class Action Suit Against COVID Mandate – UncoverDC

BREAKING: US Courts Website Publishes List of Vaccine Attorneys To Fight Dangerous Vaccines! – DAILY NEWS OF AMERICA (dailyusa24.com)

Biden Admin Preparing to Announce New COVID Restrictions For the Unvaccinated – Summit News

Aussie Public Health Chief Says COVID Contact Tracing is Part of “New World Order” – Summit News

There was no reduction in per-population daily mortality, hospital bed, ICU bed, or ventilator occupancy of COVID-19-positive patients attributable to the implementation of a mask-wearing mandate.

Analysis of the Effects of COVID-19 Mask Mandates on Hospital Resource Consumption and Mortality at the County Level

Biden’s CDC Tightened Mask Guidelines After Threats From Teachers Union (thegatewaypundit.com)

47 studies confirm ineffectiveness of masks for COVID and 32 more confirm their negative health effects – LifeSite (lifesitenews.com)

Georgia Bulldogs experiencing ‘massive Covid spike’… More than 90% of team is Vaccinated… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Mask defiance

Disturbing video from Australia… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Study Finds Teenage Boys Six Times More Likely to Suffer Heart Problems From Vaccine Than be Hospitalized by COVID – Summit News

NURSE SOUNDS ALARM: Hospital Filling Up…”Vaccine Nightmare” – Populist Press 2021 ©

Warning: It’s Not Going To Stop With Forced Vaccine – Here’s What’s Coming (rumble.com)

The New World Order:

“Bio Fascist coup.”

A BioFascist Coup Was Just Declared – Populist Press 2021 ©

Ivermectin:

Dr. Robert Malone – ‘Ivermectin works, I used it myself’ – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Exploring the binding efficacy of ivermectin against the key proteins of SARS-CoV-2 pathogenesis: an in silico approach

The Story of Ivermectin | StarCrestSoloist (gab.com)

The Story of Ivermectin – Proven effectiveness of a cheap off-patent drug and Its Suppression

https://tv.gab.com/channel/starcrest/view/the-story-of-ivermectin-613763ee3beab6d020fe7104

While Tokyo’s Medical Assoc. Chairman holds live press conference recommending Ivermectin to all doctors, for all Covid patients . . . Australia Bans Ivermectin… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Australia Bans Ivermectin… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Doublethink:

Sydney police handcuff unconscious 14 year-old boy for not wearing mask… Mother Screams In Pain! – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

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