Last week I went to the doctor's office for a blood test. When the receptionist asked how she could help me, I had a wild impulse to yell out "I gots the Ebola!". I didn't do it. Now I wonder if that's going to be one of the stories I tell around the campfire next year at Survivor Camp #9-NW/6217.
Posted by Mumblix Grumph at October 15, 2014 4:38 AMThe Pale Horse of Death stands right by our sides.
When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, "Come and see." I looked and there before me was a pale horse.
Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth. — Revelation 6:7-8
In the coming months we will see shoot-on-sight scenarios as citizens protect their communities and homes from the plague.
We will see busses and boxcars loading up people and ostensibly relocating them to FEMA camps. Some of the carriers will be shunted off onto remote sidings where D10 cats wait patiently beside ditches.
When we see our leaders and other power/money people heading for the bunkers it will be chaos on the ground.
Chasmatic, I am expecting something like that scene too, if this thing doesn't dwindle soon. Compassion, my foot. People will act like its the zombie apocalypse.
Posted by pbird at October 15, 2014 9:05 PM