This is from Allan Stevo’s mailing list.. He is the author of “Face Masks in One Lesson”. He writes powerfully against the totalitarian dictates of collectivist busybodies.
The ordeal reminds me of a story about a lady after church complaining about a sermon that got to her, that “convicted” her as we say. “That preacher done gone left off preachin’ and went to meddlin'”.
My ex-wife was in a convalescent home, supposedly to recover from a stroke, when the covid madness hit. Our one son that still lives in the area had been visiting every week, with his wife. At some point the directors of the home banned visitors. How can they say they’re banning visits to protect the health of their charges, their patients, if every single person who works in health care knows that loneliness is a BIG killer of the elderly? It’s cruel. He kept trying up to the end. At least when he called, they gave him progress reports, and admitted she had stopped eating. Outrageous!
And when the people there saw it was nearing the end, they called him and finally let him in to see her. He spent the night there at her side and left in the morning. After he left, they called him to tell him she had passed away after he left.
Well, here goes Mr. Stevo’s missive….
His articles can be found at httpo://www.lewrockwell.com.
He and his family fled communist China long ago, so that they would never again need to know a moment like this one.
Now, here he stood, in his one-time dream land of California, facing off with a sheriff’s deputy in the lobby of a rundown, government hospital, speaking boldly to the officer that he demanded to see his father.
Each officer in that lobby outweighed him by a great deal. They were armed and towered over him. That hospital, a fantastically named “long term care home,” was the place where they took old people to die. It was the place where they took people who were no longer of use to society. The only problem is that “society” didn’t ask this brave man if his father was any use to him anymore. And certainly no one asked his father’s opinion about it all.
Instead, they kept his dad in an environment in which a painful, lonely death was almost certainly the outcome. It was not a place for long term care. That was a lie they told to unsuspecting people to distract from the detail that the patient had been slated for death. It was a place to isolate the stubborn who were slow to get the message that it was time to die already. Those who have liberated parents and family members from such a facility these past several years have repeatedly been astounded at what a death trap such a place is, and how nurturing home can be.
And every action of the officers and staff, let this man speaking know, that his life meant as little to them as his dad’s life. The same was true of his preferences, his rights, and his values.
Yes, as you can imagine, as he spoke, his lip quivered.
You can run from the tyranny, but the stand will eventually face you if you are to live a free man.
It was clear that he was far outside of his comfort zone, but that did not stop him.
Quivering lip or not, this man was holding his ground.
And before long, his lip stiffened.
It was in San Francisco. It was this past Saturday afternoon, the day before September 11, the day twenty-one years ago that it became clear that American freedom had so many enemies, both foreign and domestic — for whatever you believe took place that day, it is undeniable that the two decades of fallout since that day have laid bare that there are many enemies to your freedom. In fact, there are many enemies to your very existence. I was invited along to lend a hand in getting this man into the hospital. Several of us were there.
His father was 92, on his deathbed, and had not seen this son of his in more than a year.
Why had he not seen his son?
Because his son would not vax, would not test, and would not get one of the abundantly-present fake vaccine cards that are available in black markets around the lawless city.
Yup, he wouldn’t even get a fake vaccine card. That’s how dedicated he was to never again tell this lie.
As the standoff entered its second hour, to my momentary dismay, a relative of his quietly passed by wearing a mask, showing his papers. Not everyone in a family is cut from the same cloth. Even when they are cut from the same cloth, not everyone in a family is moved to stand at the same moment.
But of those men and women walking the earth who arose and chose to stand up since the Ides of March 2020, so many have grown into indomitable lions. And that will be the undoing of the tyrant — the number of lions who have woken up in the face of this filthy regime of deceit.
Flanking the scene of this standoff were “cadets.” The term cadet is so unpleasant a concept in California parlance. Contrary to what you might imagine, cadets are not indicative of being police academy attendees.
Instead, cadet is the California term for unsworn, civilian, uniformed employees of the sheriff. The average civilian cannot tell the difference between a cadet and a sheriff, for the uniform and demeanor are nearly identical. A cadet can throw his weight around and abuse his power, just like a sworn officer. But a cadet is not required to take an oath to uphold the California Constitution or US Constitution. Can you imagine the ugliness of what such a thing can turn into — putting a uniform on a person who does not even taken an oath? Can you imagine where a program like that leads?
It is already bad enough that a number of the oath takers treat the oath as meaningless.
But as I have said so many times, it is the lions who determine the trajectory of history. It is not those upholding the evil.
Accordingly, it is the lions who deserve your attention, not the hyena nor the sheep.
It is the brave man, standing there, quivering lip and all. He spoke words that afternoon that will stir the hearts of men for generations — including my own. Behind their masks, behind their stone faces, officers in that lobby were moved. The accounts of that standoff will not stop in that lobby.
It was spoken of in hushed tones in locker rooms with trusted colleagues, around kitchen tables with families, and among friends. That is what inevitably happens when you stand bravely — others talk about it. Even those who hate you talk about it. That courage becomes a contagion more powerful than any disease, more threatening to the powers that be than any illness.
You must always remember, that it is in your moral, physical, and spiritual health that you are such a threat. Accordingly, you must, then, not be shocked when your moral, physical, and spiritual well-being are undermined by those who need you unwell in order for their grasp on power to survive.
They do not care about you. They hate you. And they want you to die. The longer it takes you to realize that, the more you will allow yourself to be treated like someone worthy of hatred and death. And that, you most certainly are not, my friend, so it is vital that you recognize this moment for what it is and to recognize that as quickly as can be.
In this standoff, the man stood bravely against what seemed like an immovable machine. You cannot see such a sight and last forever in your devotion to tyranny, no matter how dedicated a storm trooper you are.
Slowly, as the standoff progressed, the cadets were replaced with sworn officers. Ten to twelve were finally in the lobby of the hospital.
Did he win, you will want to know? Did he get to see his father?
Not yet.
The standoff ended with our hero and his wife going home.
That wife of his stood by his side.
He would not see his dying father that day.
She would not see her beloved father-in-law.
It was but the first day.
And that is so important to keep in mind — it is but the first day.
Do not comply with the evil, but also do not be discouraged when the whole world does not bend to your will within moments of you stating it.
This was only the first day.
In the summer of 2021, it took me eight days to get in to see my godmother on her deathbed. But it worked. I got to spend those final, amazing hours with her.
The next morning was her last.
When you feel your lip quiver. When you feel your leg quake. When you feel your hand shake, know this — it is no time to back down. It is no time to give in.
Like our hero, it is time to double down.
No matter how much you are shaking, in doubling down, you tell yourself this, “Yes, my hand is shaking, but if I just press in, if I just stay focussed on my values, this quivering body, this imperfectly lived life, this regular man, will be the flawed instrument that will shatter the massive, seemingly invincible structure of evil that seems so omnipotent as it comes down upon me.”
Omnipotent it is not. That perceived omnipotence is also part of the lie.
Yes, like our hero, the moment you see your quaking leg is the moment to push further.
Do not give into evil, but proceed ever more boldly against it.
Stop the lie.
If you don’t know how to stop the lie, tap here to read Face Masks in One Lesson.
If you don’t know why to stop the lie, tap here to read Face Masks Hurt Kids.
I didn’t write them for myself. I wrote them as tools developed in standoff after standoff. We will win this standoff that we face, dear warrior — and I’m not just talking about the standoff in the hospital. I’m talking about the many standoffs in your own life in which you will never again comply with evil. It is time to press in. It is time to give even more of what we have. We will win this.
The victory is ours to take.
The question then is: “Will you take it?”
Allan Stevo
Trutherator's Weblog 