Sing Us The Song Of Your People!


Every cloud has a silver lining, William reassured himself uneasily, contemplating the crowd of waiting visitors, now regarding him expectantly upon sight of his Hospital Staff attire. The silver lining to what appears to be an honest-to-God pandemic if you work in a hospital is that there’s always someone else to help. And precious few willing to do your job, he reminded himself morosely as he turned to regard the next brace of people demanding his attention.

Sure enough, he only made it halfway to the appointment desk when he was interrupted, a woman rising from her chair and placing herself directly in his path. The woman in question – obese with wild hair and wearing a leopard print night gown over a pair of Spandex capris – was going on about her kids getting their ‘hanitizer’, which William at first took for some sort of academic device.

Quickly though he realized from the conversation that she was speaking about hand sanitizer, the woman bemoaning the lack of the free access they used to enjoy courtesy of the schools. “How am I supposed to keep my babies safe if I can’t get ‘em their hanitizer?” she asked him with an air of sure and certain challenge, looking to her still seated companion for encouragement, who nodded and murmured in agreement. “Seems like we ought to be gettin’ extra money for that.”

“I understand, ma’am,” he admitted politely, “As I said, we don’t have any connection to the schools, we have to remain focused on our responsibility to our patients.”

As these situations became more frequent – people coming into the hospitals, expecting food, personal items, access to internet, showers and countless other things – he became convinced that it wasn’t really about the things they were clamoring for so much as it was just an ingrained habit of going places and demanding things. Just like me and this job, he thought, maintaining his outwardly professional demeanor, I got into the habit of working and took this job partially out of that habit. To people like this, showing up places and demanding things is the closest they’ve ever been to an actual job.

“But you’re a hospital, right?” she went on, head jerking about, “Seems like you audda be helpin’ people stay healthy, keepin’ ‘em clean, feedin’ ‘em, right?”

The best way to keep people healthy would be to run an effective quarantine, he thought glumly but said nothing, nodding in feigned sympathy, hoping to deflect the pointless dispute.

“Honey, this man don’t have nothin’ to do with gettin’ you paid,” the woman’s companion, an older female added, nodding aggressively. “No offense,” she told William.

“None taken,” he assured, “And, no, I don’t have anything to do with that process.” And thank God for that, he added to himself, disgraceful process that it is.

“Don’t you worry though,” she went on, comforting her companion, “Jeantel gonna take care of this, just like them phones he give us. Jeantel take care of us, he won’t forget.”

William nodded in reply and excused himself. Jeantel probably will ‘take care of it’, he thought as he strode through the lobby, unable to contest the implacable logic behind the women’s statement.

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Sonia stepped into the Administration Building, taking a shortcut from the Field House to the student parking lot. She was walking through the lobby, a large open space in the center of the five floor building when she passed a bulletin board. She paused, a notice printed on a sheet of day-glow yellow letter-sized paper catching her eye.

THE TRUTH ABOUT THE ZOMBIE FLU

There has been much talk about what people call Zombie Flu, aka, Sleeper Flu, the Crazy Flu, the Biting Sickness, Human Rabies, el Virus Loco, Super Dengue, West Nile Virus. The truth is that its real name is Cerebral Necrotic Viral Encephalitis and the CORPORATE STATE has been COVERING UP its existence for at least 3 years.

What government documents refer to as CNVE is actually a PRODUCT OF EXPERIMENTS conducted by PHARMA-AGRA CORPORATIONS at a SECRET CIA BASE in the tribal regions of western Pakistan and eastern Afghanistan. The virus has been GENETICALLY MODIFIED and DELIBERATELY ENGINEERED to cause non-fatal brain damage to reduce HUMAN INDIVIDUALS to NONQUESTIONING, EASILY CONTROLED DRONES of the CORPORATE STATE. Preparations for the release of this virus have been made for OVER 10 YEARS in the form of GMO FOOD, CHEMTRAILS and UNSAFE and UNNECESSARY VACCINATIONS.

The stories that the government is taking care of the sufferers is also a LIE. The truth is that patients are being loaded onto MILITARY CARGOPLANES AND DUMPED, either into large bodies of water like the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, the Gulf of Mexico or the Great Lakes or remote wilderness like deserts or mountains. These flights HAVE BEEN OBSERVED by numerous people THROUGHOUT THE COUNTRY.

Even as the CORPORATE STATE facilitates the SPREAD OF THE VIRUS and the MASS MURDER OF ITS CITIZENS they are making plans to WIDEN AND ACCELERATE their ILLEGAL AND IMMORAL PLAN. Under the guise of energy saving and insect control measures the CORPORATE STATE is SHUTTING DOWN INTERNET AND CELLULAR COMMUNICATIONS out of selected areas. Have you wondered about the INTERNET CRASHES and NO SIGNAL FOUND CELLULAR CALLS that happen more and more? That is the CORPORATE STATE controlling your INFORMATION STREAM.

The CORPORATE STATE has also begun SIEZING GASOLINE AND FOOD. They are making plans for a NATIONWIDE SCHOOL CLOSING which will allow them to CONFISCATE TONS OF FOOD and THOUSANDS OF GALLONS OF FUEL every day.

The release of the virus has been timed to provide the CORPORATE STATE the opportunity to SUSPEND ELECTIONS and DECLARE MARTIAL LAW. There is currently an EMERGENCY ACT being drafted to allow the TRANSNATIONAL CORPORATE STATE to exercise TOTALTARIAN POWER in the form of a GLOBAL STATE OF EMERGENCY.
Even this is not enough for the GLOBAL CORPORATE POWER STRUCTURE! Once they have established their STATE OF EMERGENCY they will push for their END STATE. ONLY THEN will they ANNOUNCE A CURE and their cure will be WORSE THAN THE DISEASE – a second and even more sinister GENETICALLY ENGINEERED VIRUS administered through a PHONY VACCINE!

DO YOUR PART TO DEFEAT THE TRANSNATIONAL CORPORATE STATE AND ITS TOTALITARIAN CONSPIRACY! SPREAD THE WORD! COPY THIS MESSAGE AND DISTRIBUTE TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW!

Fuck, just what everyone needs, Sonia thought with annoyance, more scare-mongering. The credibility of any written document in inversely proportionate the quantity of ‘all caps’ words contained within, she told herself, smiling despite her irritation.

She wondered who wrote the message. Although the Black Student Union was the usual source for the most paranoid conspiracies, this didn’t fit their pattern; since Jeantel got elected, the anti-government tone of their rhetoric had cooled considerably. Probably anti-capitalists, she concluded, that’s where most of the Corporate Conspiracy, Chemtrail, ‘Secret CIA Base in Pakistan’ stories come from. And they’re notorious for posting unapproved messages, she thought, noting the lack of a Student Union stamp on the tract.

Some of these people are crazier than the damn disease, she mused. She was about to take it when a Campus Security Guard stepped up to the board, pulling it down.

“Good work,” she told him. “Can I have a copy?” she asked, noticing that he had a folder full of them.

“Sorry, Miss,” he replied reluctantly, “Not allowed.” At that he continued on her way, heading off towards the Field House, away from Sonia.

Just as well, she concluded as she resumed her walking, last thing anyone needs is to get health advice or political commentary from a bunch of black helicopter babbling, Campus Communist whackos.