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By Philip Drucker

Image of Adam and Eve cast out from Eden and into the arms of Death from the Dance of Death (1538) by Hans Holbien the Younger. Below: Physician Heal Thyself ibid.

I want to share a special post with you today. I was going to save it for my book, but it's so necessary that we understand the true nature of the secular, out of control beast we are currently dealing with and what effect religion is having on our efforts to fight the Covid-19 virus.

My story begins in early 2018. I was watching television. It was in the middle of the Ryan/McConnell/Trump it's time to get rid of Obamacare once and for all frenzy. Ryan and his cadre of heartless ghouls salivating over us, including me, losing my health coverage, me of course in the middle of radiation and chemotherapy, while keeping their Cadillac coverage.

Free! You will be free! Touted the every if open lying mouth of that rat plaster-caster bastard of a sorry excuse for a human being Ryan as our reward for capitulating to his first step in what he apparently thinks is an epiphany he experienced at a frat party over a keg of beer. Namely, the end of Medicare. To be that young and that warped at the same time. Quite a combination, eh?

But I have a better story. A more horrible tale of such blinding ignorance and waking dementia I hesitate to even begin to comprehend the fire and brimstone End of Times implications of dying, death, disease and destruction that could (is?) second coming our way.

It doesn't take four horsemen to deliver this message of doom, degradation and surely the demonic. It just takes one. Meet the fifth horseman of the Covid-19 end of the world for some pandemic. Stupidity.

Be assured in your knowledge we are not dealing with one virus. That would be hard enough. We are dealing with two. One, is a virus. It is in many ways very much like viruses that came before it and will come after it. We know how to deal with a virus. Remember the Ebola virus scare? Quick action on our part, including the federal government, limited the potential exposure of this chilling (it literally melts you from the inside out) entirely deadly and STR8 up and serious as a heart attack potential for wide spread dissemination and yes, death from spreading to the general population.

We tested, tracked and cornered this lethal malady of misery like a wounded animal cracker. A more genteel way of putting it is we kept, for the most part, the cow in the barn. The mouse in the house. The mustard on the hotdog (for you LA Dodger fans out there!)

Today? Not so much. No, not so much at all. Why? Because we have a President who along with his gaggle of brain-cell lacking sociopaths by his side would rather pray away our current pandemic, inserting faith, piety and pie in the sky as the replacement for science and common sense. The only thing better than petitioning the Lord through prayer? How about an Easter miracle? They tried. But it didn't happen, did it? In fact I would argue Easter Sunday was in many ways far more like Passover, particularly if you didn't have any lamb's blood handy to paint on your front door.

Today is the Monday after. Today, the virus continues to spread. Today, our President still wonders what would happen if we just let the virus "wash over" the US. Today, he knows through his continued inaction, many more will die. Today, he still doesn't care. But I digress. Back to my story.

One of the worst parts of cancer treatment is the loss of your immune system. As it was explained to me in no uncertain terms, we break you down so we can build you up. The problem is chemotherapy attacks what are called multiplying cells. Cancer cells are included. So are most of the other healthy cells in your body. As a result, your ability to fight off disease is highly compromised to the degree you are just as likely to die of pneumonia as anything else. If you want to determine the effectiveness of your body's immune system, look to your white blood cell (WBC) or leukocyte count.

How many white blood cells (WBC) someone has varies, but the normal range is usually between 4,000 and 11,000 per microliter of blood. A blood test that shows a WBC count of less than 4,000 per microliter (some labs say less than 4,500) could mean your body may not be able to fight infection the way it should.

This week, I visited my Oncologist for my quarterly cancer checkup. My leukocyte count just struggled past the 700 mark. I am, to say the least, in the high risk category for infection be it the Covid-19 virus or otherwise. Back in August of 2018, before Senator McCain gave Comrade I'll do anything for an aluminum plant if I can skim off the top Mitch McTraitorTurtle the Obamacare finger, I mean the thumbs down, I was not aware of my WBC count (or much else for that matter) but I can assure you it wasn't very high (unlike my blood pressure, no doubt).

I wasn't seeing many people. But to some degree, I was corresponding through social media and the like. A few phone calls here and there. But not much. I was beginning to read a little here and there. There was a time where I couldn't read at all. As bad as that was, it was better than not being able to think at all. Yes, there was a "that time" as well. I don't remember exactly where or when I saw it, but I was beginning to post online about my treatments and observations through the chemo brain haze (such as they were). I think it may have been in direct response to one of my thoughts about Obamacare saving my financial life. It may not have been. But I still remember the words. Words that stare back at you.

I do not remember exactly what those words were. But I do remember the meaning and effect it had upon me. I was terrified then. My hands are shaking right now.

It was a pseudo-religious oriented post about the evils of Obamacare. As a recipient, it said I was an evil, unrepentant and unholy person for I had defied God's will. By accepting financial help and because I wanted to get better through the use of modern medicine, I denied myself the chance, through cancer, to have a unique, closer relationship and understanding of God. All culminating in my death, at which time I would be assured it was all the while God's will.

For me, to die, in agony, from cancer.

By choosing life I had seriously transgressed against all that is good, holy and righteous in this world. I was a monster, an abomination. At that point I stopped reading. I couldn't finish. I laid back in bed, crying. Right now, my eyes are welling up. Back then, I didn't know what to think or say. At this moment in what still seems like timeless time, I don't know what to write. Let me think for a moment. I'll be back.

I do not write this as an attack on religion. I do not write this as an attack on anyone's personal beliefs, good, bad, indifferent, or as in the case above at a minimum misguided.

It is a warning. It is why some people insist on going to church on Sundays. It is a warning why some people refuse to wear face masks. It is a warning there are people among us who are waiting for a miracle and if they don't get one, they would just as soon be dead from disease. Or a virus. From Godless China.

One tried to take away my hope and ostensibly, my will to live and yes, my life. Don't let them do that to you. Just don't.

As always, be the divine spark of life within you wish to be. -Namaste

-Philip Drucker for

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