S: Greg, you look a bit off center, what’s got your goat?

GP: Well, Studie, I’ll tell you, if you can stand a bit of a talk.

S: Shoot, that’s why we’re here.

GP: I woke up this morning recalling an incident when I was a Sophomore at Eastern High School in Northern Virginia. Mr. Height, English Composition, was teaching about the use of “the absurd” and irony in composition and gave as an example the Essay by Dr. Jonathan Swift, “A Modest Proposal” 1729.

For preventing the children of poor people in Ireland, from being a burden on their parents or country, and for making them beneficial to the publick. The essence of the essay was for the poor to eat their children.

Despite the demeanor of the classroom discipline, I was convulsed with laughter. Waiting for me to get control of myself, Mr. Height could only regard the outbreak as a sickness. And I interrupted the class several times following the gross outbreak with a poorly restrained chuckle.

The utter absurdity of the proposal was frightenly  hilarious to me. How could anything so gruesome be proposed in any circumstances? I realize why that came to mind, the hilarity replaced with tears of astonishment, I have exactly the same impression of the so-called “Pandemic” and its associated mandates for vaccine.

I am reminded of a quote attributed to Joni Eareckson Tada, “Gradually, the unthinkable becomes tolerable, then acceptable, then legal, then praised.” In today’s hysterically fearful situation, one can dispense with the word Gradually and add “…then worshipped”.

We murder the unborn souls and compose the fragments of that atrocity into a biological weapon and then compound the horror by injecting it into defenseless  children rendering them either dead or maimed or in health and medical jeopardy for the rest of their shortened lives. And this, when there is no medical or scientific rationale to subject children with negligible risk  to this experimentation. If you object to that misanthropic murder you are arrested or marginalized, or interned in a compound.

Tell Dr. Swift, its not funny anymore. And no, I do not read the hysterical mainstream fiction, with its presentation of Global Statistics. I listen to my neighbors, the mother that was all distraught; her child cousin was vaccinated and  died; or our missing members that were fully vaccinated and contracted Covid, or my close friend moaning and motioning as he died from Covid Vaccination, or my young friend, a health care worker at a care center for severely handicapped children, reporting on the vaccination of the patients and two of those vaccinated died with large numbers becoming sick soon after the vaccination.

Gregory P. laments: Has this sacrifice to Moloch stepped beyond the merciful and infinite forgiveness of The Almighty God?

S: Gregory, isn’t that a little severe?

GP: I apologize, I can say no less.