Dark Winter has Come - Winter is Coming

Various interpretations of dark winter are to be found, in film, in speeches, and in reality. There was a film made in 2018 called "Dark Winter." You may have never heard of it, because the movie didn't go over too well. The flick was flat and never delivered on its premise of fear.

At any rate, during the 2019 presidential debates here in the United States, then candidate Joe Biden stated the following: “220,000 Americans dead. If you hear nothing else I say tonight, hear this. Anyone who’s responsible for that many deaths should not remain as president of the United States of America.”

Dark winter

Biden, who went on to become the president* blamed President Trump for the CoVid deaths and his lack of a proper response.

He further stated: “We’re about to go into a dark winter and he has no plan.”

Here, Biden made reference to a secret exercise conducted from June 22–23, 2001, where scientists from John Hopkins University (and others) were fighting a terror attack of the smallpox virus. The virus was said to be a deliberate attack on the US by its enemies. They played out several scenarios to curtail and manage the adverse effects of the disease.

Cut to 2019 and the CoVid outbreak. I find it rather frightening that the exercise tied in with the attack on the Twin Towers in Manhattan, New York, the subsequent anthrax attack, and later the coronavirus, which are all interrelated.

I am of the strong opinion that the coronavirus was intended to wipe out large swaths of the population, as well as instill fear through a carefully organized plan of intense propaganda meant to bring about tyranny.

The observant see tyranny unfolding before their eyes every day. Do not be fooled or conformed to this world, for lies permeate and spread faster than the truth. The truth is silenced.

Winter in New York

Here, about 20 minutes from the New York/Canadian border, the paranoia has infected the small populace (1,500 people). People are scared to go outdoors because of a handful of deaths. What businesses we had, have shuttered, while a few remain open, unafraid of the true virus and its propaganda. I, like a handful of others, basically have the entire town to ourselves. It's dystopian in many ways. Yet I am not afraid of the boogeymen.

Home

As I begin this paragraph, it is 9:04 p.m., Sunday, August 22, 2021. It is pretty much quiet. Only the noise from raccoons scarfing down food and the crinkling of garbage cans fills my ears, as well as the sounds from a fresh pot of percolating coffee. The television is off and has been for nearly a year. I refuse to watch propaganda. Instead, I use my late evenings to write.

Sitting here after a day of hunting ducks, I sip on milk fresh from a nearby dairy farm. It is thick and creamy, not the watered down milk you are forced to buy in the supermarkets.

A shadow from my porch light reveals several tall pine trees. Soon, maybe late next month or mid-October, their branches will be filled with snow. The roads will remain unplowed until 4 or 5 inches accumulate. Treachery will abound, even for for travelers accustomed to the snow and ice.

This morning

Earlier, at the small coffee shop/diner in town (we don't have a Starbucks nearby), some of the hunters I know were talking about the upcoming winter. Cursing was prevalent, anger was visible. A few of them sat at a dilapidated table with a stained tablecloth, pouring brandy into their steaming cups of java.

They berated Biden's disastrous Afghanistan pull out, called for his arrest for crimes against humanity, and wanted him arrested. I sat several feet away and could not help but hear and agree with their ramblings. Joe had blown it. VP Kamala was cackling like a hyena, as always.

The topic shifted to the preparations for winter: snow plows, snow tires, new shovels, snow boots and the like, to the new coronavirus variant coming down the pike.

"Well, Stan," an otherwise grumpy old codger bellowed, "you speak of a new variant, but G-damnit, where's the flu?!"

I was startled by the outburst, like the first gunshot of the hunting season, as I had my back to the men. My ears perked up like a fawn upon hearing the snap of a branch in the woods.

"Hell if I know, Jimmy! Hell you think I am, a scientist?"

"Well, I say ain't no way the seasonal flu disappeared after hundred's of years!"

He was right and I knew it.

Joe Biden and his staff of tyrants had bewitched the population with fear porn, the likes of which had not been seen since the Nazi's promulgated it eighty years previous.

I had taken my last bite of apple pie topped with a spurt of whipped cream into my hungry mouth. Like the whipped cream and the fresh milk, the coming months will have blanketed the town with thick layers of snow. "Winter is coming," I thought to myself, "but dark winter is already here." It won't be leaving until the propagandist's are able to usher in a new society ruled by fear.

I reached for my sidearm; I was safe...for now.