Saturday, May 16, 2020

The corona virus saga- chapter 8

The biker looked out at the crowd in front of the Stone Pony, finest strip club in all of the Texas Panhandle's immediate vicinity.  Maybe even better than the Polo Club.

These people were angry. They were riled up. They wanted answers.


They all held loaded weapons of some kind. Like AR-15 style lightweight semi-automatic rifle based on the ArmaLite AR-15 design. Or Smith & Wesson M&P 15-22 Sport semi-automatic rifles that were well-suited for both target shooting and small-game hunting in the tri-county area, with .22 LR, 16.5" Barrel, 25 rounds of solid lead.  Wow.

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The biker started speaking.  "Ok people, are you ready?"

The crowd shouted back "Yes we are mother fucker."

The biker coughed.  It was really a bad cough.  Deep in the lungs.  Particles sprayed out as he did it.

Then he continued.  "Gather round. Come closer. Come so close that you can smell the sweat on each others bodies. Breath in all of that moisture on the air. Gather it into your lungs.  We're on a mission.  We need to get everybody on board.  We need to build the Stargate."

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