Government Created Crisis

 

This is an excerpt from my first novel, "Resistance, The Revelations." I published this in 2011, but the setting is 2020. Different vaccine, but same outcome? You decide. Enjoy.

CHAPTER 4

 

Do not participate in the unfruitful deeds of

darkness, but instead even expose them.

 – Ephesians 5:11

 

As a man is said to have a right to his property, he may be equally

 said to have a property in his rights. Where an excess of power

prevails, property of no sort is duly respected. No man is safe

in his opinions, his person, his faculties or his possessions.

—James Madison

 

 

 

Dateline September 2020

Global News Network

Amanda Wright

 

T

oday the United Global Heath Administration (UGHA) has acknowledged a strange uptake in sterility cases among child bearing age women and men. According to administrative minister, Catherine Sunsteen, the epidemic seems to be related to complications from the H1N1 vaccines that were given ten years ago at the height of the swine flu scare of 2009. UGHA scientists are currently studying the problem.

Sunsteen stated, “While this is certainly sad for those women and men desiring children, this is actually a positive thing. We’ve over-populated the Earth for generations, and now perhaps, through this sad side effect, we can begin to keep the human population in check. This will be seen as a positive thing by future generations.”

 

     Short and to the point…exactly what any good reporter should do, Thought Amanda Wright, a statuesque, blonde, valley-girl. It was her first assignment for the new news organization, Global News Network (GNN), and she intended to give it her best shot. While writing news feeds for arrogant news anchors wasn’t her dream job, as a veteran, investigative journalist, it was a great honor to be chosen to be a part of the initial phase of the global press corp. Who would’ve thought after all the upheavals of the early part of the century that the world would actually mobilize as one united planet? A dream not shared by all, especially Americans and Middle Eastern Countries, but none-the-less a reality. After the fall of the American dollar and the collapse of western markets, not to mention the failed attempt at Islamic world rule, there really wasn’t anywhere to go except into global oneness.

     “Amanda! Hurry up and get that copy sent so we can get out of here,” called Rachel Vecler, a five foot seven, tom-boy, with mid-length auburn hair and brown eyes.

     Oh, Jeeze! I forgot to hit send, thought Amanda as she punched the key. “Sorry! I’m just so excited to be a part of all this! The interview with Catherine Sunsteen was awesome.”

     “Come, on. Don’t you think it’s kinda creepy? All those women and men being sterile? If you ask me, that’s a story worth digging into.”

     “What are you talking about? Minister Sunsteen said that they were looking into it. Besides, it is good that the world will be less populated…don’t you think? You science-types always read too much into stuff.”

     “Science-type? Since when don’t investigative journalists read too much into stuff? I really don’t understand how you can’t be more curious. Why should we be deciding how many people is too many? If you ask me, I keep wondering how the world is going to keep functioning with less people. Granted, we don’t need as many people in charge as we used to, but we still need people to work.”

     “Well, with the implementation of the updated version of the old United Nation’s Agenda 21, I think people will be able to produce all they need in a smaller area, so no, I don’t think we’ll need too many more people. Heck, as an anthropologist I’d think you’d be all for population control, after all isn’t that how nature has always taken care of itself—by reducing the number of people living in over populated areas?”

     “Okay, you got me there, but was this nature taking care of itself or a human mistake or plan to cause sterility in the population? And you know, when populations dwindled in the past they were built up again. What happens if we don’t have enough of a population to sustain society?” Pointing to the poster proclaiming the wonders of the new global government initiative, Rachel continued, “With the United Global States of the Earth set up as the world government, it should be easy enough for the sustainable development provisions to be implemented, but there are still pockets of resistance, and if not enough people are born, we will have a hard time having enough workers in 100 years. Sustainable development won’t be sustainable without workers.” Folding her arms across her chest and shaking her head, she continued, “There are too many unanswered questions and I’m afraid very soon there’ll be another war.”

     “Another war?! The global meltdown of 2015 is something that will never be allowed to happen again. First, guns have been made illegal except for the military, and hate speech is illegal. Second, people seem to have accepted the new government and constitution and have settled down. Of course, all the religious zealots are being taken care of everywhere—”

     “Except America and the Middle East.”

     “Well, soon enough I think they’ll fall in line. My father says things are coming together much better than anyone expected. Some kind of thing going on in the desert of California, and the New Life Foundation. I guess they merged with Techne-Corp and are planning to help affect the changes coming with total sustainable development. Believe me, the people at the top know what they’re doing.”

     “And who’s going to be watching the people at the top?”

     “Ummm…I’m not sure. How about we quit talking and think about going out on the town. I heard there is this new band playing at The Music Bar tonight…something like Windy or The Wind or something that has wind in it! You up for it?!” questioned Amanda, in her usual ADD way.

     “Yeah, why not, I’ve got nothin’ better to do!”

     “Great! I’ll see you at ten!” Skipping away, Amanda added, “Later!”

     Sighing and rolling her eyes, Rachel called, “Yeah, Later!”

What Comes Next???

 Sorry for missing last week's blog (but hey, who really noticed). I was out trimming back bushes and plants while it was warm out and was just too tired to write when I came in for the evening. But today I am back, trying to keep my promise to write once a week...I guess you could say that I fell off the wagon last week. 😁

Today I had a nice visit with an author friend, Jay Foreman--writer of comedy and children's books. He is one of my biggest fans and is always an encouragement to my writing journey. We are hoping to have a "book-con" once the Covid nonsense is over, so planning is a labor or love for us. We're hoping to have people dress in costumes of favourite characters, writer panels, discussions with authors, and of course book sales. It's something we've been talking about for a couple of years and hopefully will see come to fruition soon!

So many ideas have been churning in my head for writing ideas. Of course there's the next book series, but also some short stories and maybe even a children's series--something Jay could help me with. My problem really lies with getting to work. Most authors will say they have writers block, and I have experienced that, but what I'm feeling is more like writers enthusiasm. The stories are there waiting to be written, and if I sat down to do it they would come flowing out, but I just can't find the motivation to start the process. Maybe it's because it's spring and I'm getting ready for planting the gardens, maybe it's the cancel culture which has stripped out a lot of the joy of sharing stories with others, maybe it's pure laziness, I just am not sure.

I'd like to teach again...a writing course or how to publish, even a grammar course for children would be fun. I think the art of free thinking and learning to question would be a great class as well. Having a group art class or nature/gardening class would be doable too. But how does one go about it? I just have really no idea. Hmmm, maybe it's just the time of my life when a wander lust of the brain is beginning. 

My biggest problem is that I really don't like being around large groups of people anymore. The tightrope of walking the line of "I don't give a crap" and "I don't want to offend" is exhausting and honestly not enjoyable. I miss the days when folks could sit and have discussions and debates without worrying about hurting someone's feelings. When you could say something offensive by accident and be corrected instead of being attacked. The world has changed so much in the past year, that it's basically unrecognizable, and honestly I don't like it. 

"Wokeism" is destroying communication, life experience, and basic happiness. How can one be a writer when free speech is non existent and life experience consists of hiding away in your home or behind a mask. Not being able to meet freely to exercise your rights, but having to "Zoom" everything. No personal contact. I weep watching children being fed a load of fear and hiding behind masks under the guise of "loving others." It's nothing more than the enslaving of a whole generation and it makes me mad, and so many people have just accepted it that there's not left to do.

Every day I watch my country slipping farther away into nothing. I see freedom so hard fought for being binned without so much as regret. I see hopelessness everywhere, and people not even realizing it. My heart is breaking over and over as I imagine the life my grand daughter will have (or not have as it is). Perhaps the disillusionment will spur me to write. To once again get my frustrations out through pen and paper (or keyboard and word processor). I think putting my thoughts into this public blog has helped spur me to write again. For me, writing is cathartic and I think it's time for a bit of word therapy.

Thanks for taking the time to read my scribblings, it's amazing how putting thoughts to paper opens doors. Have a great week. Who knows, maybe next week's blog will be an update on my WIP (Works In Progress). 

God bless you all, and check out Resistance before it gets cancelled.

 

Today is a gorgeous late winter day. The sun is shining warmly through the bare tree branches and illuminating the cedar trees creating a yellow glow around the dark green needles. The lawn is dappled in spring green waiting to flourish and a carpet of Emerald green moss covers a huge swath of the garden flaked by a worn out privacy fence and a hedge of bare rose of Sharon bushes. A dry river bed meanders through the grass and moss ending in the wooded evergreen cedar copse gracing the boundary of my back yard.

The birds have been flitting from feeder to trees and bushes, singing and showing their colours, waiting for the mating season to arrive. Titmice, cardinals, finches, chickadees, wrens, woodpeckers, jays, robins, nuthatches, and doves have been entertaining me as I enjoy the sun after a half day of trimming back a butterfly bush, spireas, echinacea, and nandina. Picking the right places to cut for summer blooming is enjoyable, but cleaning up sticks and removing them to piles for the birds and critters was exhausting. Watching the squirrels skitter about brings a smile to my face though and I am looking forward to future cutting back to enjoy the glorious creation of my God.

I have had a wonderful day so far. From my morning clean to an afternoon of visiting with a friend and enjoying tea and scones I am blissfully content. Soon my husband will be home for dinner and yet another friend is scheduled to stop by this evening for movie night and popcorn. So many things to be grateful for this day.

Tomorrow will bring soreness (getting old stinks) and probably more news of a world gone mad, BUT I guess life comes down to how we live it. In joy or sorrow...in fear or strength...with good friends or lonely users we create the life we have. So today, I wish everyone some peace. There is always something good to be found, so take a moment and let your reality be happy.

God bless y'all...and if you want to help out an unknown author to make her day just that tiny bit brighter check out my books at www.kimsauthorspot.com