Common Sense
Recherché
Ephesians 6:12
By Stephen L. Wilmeth
In Ma
Rice’s diary, she noted she was writing at 3:30 AM.
So, it was 70
years later that I thought about that as I stumbled out the door to feed the
horses. They talked to me in subdued nickers. They knew the drill. First eat
and then wait and hour or so for the inevitable sounds of the tack room starting
to come to life. Saddles had been drug through the door for four days in a row
to be thrown as soon as the ride for the day was caught, led to the hitching
pole, and groomed.
With each succeeding
dawn, the sounds of the process were becoming more subdued much akin to those
early morning greetings.
That part
of the day would end with rechecking all the necessaries and getting everybody
loaded. Four horses in the trailer would become eight when headquarters was
reached. The drive to the Howard pens was a glimpse back in time as cowboys
found a place to ride somewhere on the loaded rig.
The rains
had given blessed life to the grassy bottoms and hillsides, but the flies came
with it. It would only be worse when the cattle that had been left in the trap
overnight from the previous day’s drive were penned.
By this
day, the crew was getting pretty well oiled. Again, mostly kids, there wasn’t
an ego or an exposed fit of disagreement or anger among them. Nobody needed to
practice anything, either. Business was attended to, and calves were processed
as quickly as possible and removed from the turmoil.
Pepe roped.
The kids were mesmerized watching his skill and that of the little blue roan he
rode. Running the ground crew, Tim castrated, ear marked, and taught. The kids
flanked, vaccinated, counted, and did the heavy lifting.
The
branding alone was left to the old man.
The
realization of the similarities of this rural replay of heritage with the life
and times of that diary entry of 70 years ago was not lost. In the midst of the
dust, smoke, and sounds of the branding pen, an epiphany emerged. It dealt with
an obvious absence, an immense void, in the urban world. It can be explained by
the concept of being rare, exotic, and, increasingly, obscure.
That
uncommon state, of course, is … common sense.
Recherché
The
subject line could be nearly infinite, but why not deal this day with the latest
crack the progressive mobsters of this world have our tails in?
COVID is
one acronym that we would certainly have been better off without. The place to
start is down under where a whopping nine deaths from the Wuhan Lab has been
verified since the beginning of this year. Now, if a person was unlucky enough
to be one of those nine, the outcome is catastrophic, but calling out the
military to enforce new preventive mandates in Sydney just doesn’t seem to be
in balance for a country where 10.4 among 100,000 people a year commit suicide.
Shouldn’t it be as important to protect a citizenry amounting to 2,637 suicide deaths
per year to a trend line of 18 COVID deaths per year (especially when the
politicos in charge may be rabid enough to shut down the entire economy)?
The absence
of common sense seems to only get worse when advice from some scientific
corners was ignored (and denigrated) when the specter was raised that these
experimental vaccines could well negate natural immune responses and relegate
the faithful jabbees to ever increasing booster protection(s) and or even
death. Well, low and behold, that now seems to be a growing and guttural truth.
The hospitalizations of COVID in Israel is being reported to be populated by
84% fully vaccinated victims. Reporting from Massachusetts this weekend
suggests their similar outcome is 74%.
The White
House refuses to divulge their number, but continues to ramp up the threat of
vaccinations demand for the leery herd by presidential fiat.
Then, there
are the nagging metrics. Again, every death to the one dying is a catastrophe,
but two sources are suggesting there have been 50,000 deaths from the vaccine
outright without any consideration of future debilities. The CDC itself has
arrayed a death chart and the numbers are glaring. Fully 99% of the unvaxxed population
under 69 that contacted the virus have survived. The number was 94.6% of the
oldsters who shared the unfortunate reality of declining health due to too many
birthdays. The death rate of unvaccinated kids with the virus was so close to 0
that one would have to be able to understand the complexity of .003 %, or,
better yet, listen closely to a cowboy in the branding pen who would suggest a
more understandable assessment.
Hell,
that’s purteneer’ nuthin’, ain’t it?
Ephesians
6:12
There is a
chasm brewing.
When the
death tallies stemming from heart attacks, cancer, and even suicides dwarf
these numbers that are predicating the demolishment of both our economy and our
social structure, something is dreadfully wrong. Everybody should be reaching
the point of demanding WHY.
Let that be
a concluding remark, but there is something much more profound, and it deals
with a reality too many of us would rather not have to admit or accept. It
comes from Ephesians 6:12 and Pat graciously shared it with us this week.
For our
struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the
powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces
of wickedness in the heavenly places.
Those
are not just idle words. They are profound. They are spiritual. They are from
our Bible, and they are for us not just to read, but to understand.
While that
soaks in, … read the 13th verse for the only conclusion.
Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New
Mexico. “Wonder what the demand for protection might be if a vaccine for common
sense was actually perfected?”
