The Taxi – Chapter 3 – Ron and Bruno: Against the Doctatorship

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We jumped in the taxi, both of us wearing masks.
“What’s with the masks?” The driver asked.
“You mean we don’t need them in your cab?” I said.
“No. You don’t need them in my cab but the rest of the drivers? They’re nuts. Maskers! All of them. But I’m curious. What do the letters on your masks spell?”
“The letters spell Lamb of God in Hebrew.” I said.
“You don’t… happen to have an extra one, do you?”
“Sure, I’ve got an extra.”
I handed him a dozen masks and a self-inking stamp so he could make some of his own. Then he introduced himself.
“My name’s Diego. Diego Armandia”
“Nice to meet you, Diego. I’m Ron and this is Bruno.”
“Nice to meet both of you. My wife will be so happy. We’ve been talking about masks like this in our church.”
“Your church is open?” I asked.
“Not our old church. We have our own church now where we meet secretly. That’s the only way you can do it without covering the image of God with a mask.”
“Now that’s one I even know.” My friend Bruno said. Then he quoted, “In the image of God created He them.”
“Well, Bruno,” I said, “I’m glad to know you’re still listening to the TV preachers, even if it’s just to mock them.”
“Oh, you do that too?” Diego said. “When they didn’t speak out against the masks, I knew them for who they were.”
“‘And no marvel, for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.’” Bruno quoted the Bible again.
“This guy’s good.” Diego said.
“See that, old Ron? Takes a stranger to appreciate me.” Bruno said.
“So where are we headed?” Diego asked.
“Here, this is the hotel.”
I handed Diego a brochure I’d been sent by the hotel staff.
“It’s close to the hospital where we’re going.” I said.
“I hope everything’s alright.” Diego replied.
“As right as anything can be considering the times.” I said. “It’s just a paperwork thing. The doctor has to sign off on some forms for my friend here. His mom passed away last year.”
“She didn’t pass away!” Bruno erupted. “They killed her! She was a perfectly healthy senior citizen that tested positive on their fake Covid test. Then they kidnapped her. They claimed it was voluntary. But when doctors tell us we need to be admitted to the hospital, is it ever voluntary? They did it to get their blood money, $13,000 from the Feds just for admitting her! And on top of that, the insurance company still paid all her bills. The Fed money was bonus money raining down from taxpayers. We were paying doctors to lock up our parents. Oh, but do you think that was enough? No, they had to triple their money, $39,000 in Fed money if they slapped her on a ventilator. And justifying it was easy, just put her in a filthy room and she’ll have pneumonia in 24 hours. Have you seen what the hospital rooms look like now? They’re empty except for patients. The workers who refused the jab were fired. There’s nobody left to disinfect the equipment. And the doctors, under orders from, well, may his name not be praised, forced her to die alone, without family. Maybe mom thought I was the one who forced her to die alone. I don’t even know if they told her that I was kept out. What kind of subhuman tormentors are those doctors! Tell me!”
Bruno’s anger was the only thing that kept him from sobbing. But he continued railing.
“And they kept that ventilator crap stuffed down her throat for weeks. I know who killed her and why. Doctors killed her! And since they didn’t speak up against their paymasters, they were part of it, as one by one, they willingly took part in one of the largest mass murders in history!”
Bruno’s rage was a combination of anger and pain. Had his personality been different, he would have been in tears. But when Bruno hurt, he wanted to pummel someone. But there was no one to pummel, just a nameless bureaucracy of doctors on the dole. Even so, his words landed like punches. It was hard seeing my old friend suffer through his grief.
“I know, Bruno, it’s crazy. For so long I thought it was God’s doing, that God was exercising judgment on the world by confusing our leaders. How could the governors be so stupid as to lock down their own countrymen and bankrupt them! Still, it might just be God’s will. But Bruno, you’re right. I think the world was in shock when they saw Governors across the United States destroy life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Where the hell did the patriots go!”
“Ron, don’t take the name of a place nobody should want to go and use it as an expression.” Bruno quoted what I’d said to him years before.
Bruno had a memory for anything that could be used against those with faith. But now, I was starting to think Bruno had his own type of faith, and a discerning spirit that could weed out those who weren’t what they put themselves out to be.
“I know, Bruno. Leave it to you to correct me with my own words. We need to pray for those governors. It must be a huge burden for them to know that they…”
“Screwed America!” Bruno finished my sentence. “And then screwed the world! With their lockdowns and mandatory vaxes the politicians starved and literally put our people on the street. And despite the rising deaths from unknown causes, they keep pushing those crap phony vaccines that by now have injured and killed more people in the world than Mao did with his great leap backwards.”
“I can’t disagree with you.” Diego said. “The hospital did the same thing with my little cousin, wouldn’t let any of us go to him during his last days. He was hit by a car. No covid, nothing, but they wouldn’t let anyone into the hospital who didn’t work there. I think he would have survived with moral support. And I think his not getting moral support was what killed my aunt.”
“Was she vaxed?” Bruno asked.
“No, none of my family got vaxed. She died of a broken heart. She blamed herself for my little cousin’s death. She said she must not have tried hard enough to get into the hospital, that she should have at least tried to sneak past security. We all felt guilty that we didn’t defy the hospital authorities and just march on in there. And we’re still asking ourselves, how much longer are we going to put up with this? And to this day, the media won’t report the fact that vaxes have killed tens of thousands of Americans, if not hundreds of thousands, not to mention the millions of vax injuries. I don’t get it.”
“All of it’s bad.” I said. “And then they used fear to usher in cheat by mail, stealing not just the presidential election, but a ton of local ones.”
“It’s sad to see all this.” Diego said. “Anyway, you guys have a hard road getting into a hospital. They’re so locked down in Seattle. I don’t know how you’ll get in to see a doctor to sign forms, unless you got someone on the inside. I’ll pray for you.”
“On the inside.” Bruno retorted. “Sounds like a prison.”
“Got that right.” Diego said.
“So how many masks you got in that suitcase?” Bruno asked. “I don’t know. I’ve got a few thousand.” I said. “And you can breathe right through ‘em.”
“Oh, you know, Ron. He counts everything, Diego. Ron’s got some odd thousand minus what he gave out today. How many you got, old Ron?”
“Okay, I’ve got twelve thousand minus the ones I gave out in the last half hour. I got some self-inking stamps too.”
“I like this guy.” Diego said to Bruno.
“Yup, not a superstitious bone in him.” Bruno chuckled.
“Superstitious or not, Bruno. There’s something happening today that’s beyond what our eyes can see.” Diego said.
“I’ll agree with you there.” Bruno replied.

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