Common Sense

 

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 13^th 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?”