Excerpt:
Preacher Pat said, “Victor, you aren’t going to talk me out of taking a stand. I am tired of this totalitarian bullshit. We’ve got to take a stand. It begins by just saying no to the face masks.”
Victor said, “Give me a couple of weeks and I will prove the face masks are a bunch of Trilateral Commission bullshit. But I need time.”
Hearthville Serial: Book 7
Episode 10
Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2021
All Rights Reserved
Chapters / Episodes
Victor walked into the kitchen. His father was sitting at a table. He looked up from his laptop computer at his son.
“Stewart is worried about you. And he is upset that you were not tough enough with the mayor.”
Victor walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. He knelt down and looked inside. He retrieved a beer from the top shelf. He closed the door. He popped the tab of the beer. He took a long, hard drink. He sat down next to his father. “May I use your computer for a moment.”
“I guess. Why?”
Victor took the computer. He began typing.
Elliot looked to see what his son was doing. “You are using my computer to put a ransom ware virus on media computers?”
“I am giving them ten days to request and make public the Fauci emails. They will not be able to track what I did back to you.”
“What do you think will be in Fauci emails?”
“He originally said that wearing dime store masks was pointless. Then after he got an invitation from the Trilateral Commission he started pushing the narrative to wear a mask. There should be something about all that in the emails. Now if I can convince Preacher Pat to hold off on his stand against face masks until the emails are released.”
“You are sure they will not be able to trace what you did back to us.”
“They will not know.”
“Son, that you can commit a felony with such ease bothers me.”
“Yeah. It is all just a dream anyway.”
Elliot stared at Victor. He shook his head. He said nothing.
Ellen walked into the kitchen. “My. You two are up early.”
Victor stood up. His kissed his mom on the cheek. “Love you.”
Ellen smiled at her son. “Back at you.”
“Well, I need to go talk to Preacher Pat. Do you think Stewart will want to go with me?”
Elliot said, “Yeah. He was almost crying when he was telling me how Preacher Pat might get arrested by Daniel Bare. You know, some people take the threat of being arrested seriously.”
“Some people.” Victor grinned. “Daniel is an asshole. Mayor Hollis is a good guy but for some reason there was a lot of pressure being put on him to have Daniel arrest Preacher Pat. Well, let me go see if I can wake Stewart up.”
Victor left the kitchen.
Ellen and Elliot looked at one another.
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Preacher Pat was sitting on his front porch in a green rocking chair. He was wearing a robe that was most open to reveal his pink, blue bubbles with hearts, pajamas. Victor and Stewart walked up. Victor and Stewart were each holding a large box. Preacher Pat stared at them.
Preacher Pat said, “Victor, you aren’t going to talk me out of taking a stand. I am tired of this totalitarian bullshit. We’ve got to take a stand. It begins by just saying no to the face masks.”
Victor said, “Give me a couple of weeks and I will prove the face masks are a bunch of Trilateral Commission bullshit. But I need time.”
Stewart stared at Preacher Pat. “Do you sleep in pajamas?”
“I never know when I am going to get a late night visitor.”
Stewart smiled. “Jack.”
Preacher Pat laughed. “No. Not that kind of visit. I am always here for the people of my church when they need to visit me to talk. My door is always open.”
Victor nodded. “So will you give me a couple of weeks.”
“A few days ago I got a call. The person was upset. They were not really talking much sense. They hung up on me. I guess they didn’t think I was talking much sense either. At first I was kind of angry at the conversation. I felt they had been so rude to me. Then I got to thinking that was not like them. I thought on it some more and I got worried. I decided I needed to go see them. Then I realized I was out of face masks. I was thinking, ‘Oh, I got to wear a face mask when I visit members of my congregation. That is where my mind was.’ So I went to the store to buy some before I went to check on the person I had been talking with. When I got to the person’s house they were being put into an ambulance. Luckily a neighbor had shown more concern than me and they were gotten out of the garage before the fumes from the running car killed them. But if I been the only person who might have saved them, they would have died. And partly because I had to go buy a damned face mask that doesn’t work. It serves no purpose. It is stupid.”
Victor said, “I agree with you. But if you take a stand today, you are going to go to jail. Instead, give out the face masks we have in these boxes.”
“Give out free face masks. Are you insane? I am not doing that. I don’t want to ever see a face mask again.”
Victor sat the box down on a step up to Preacher Pat’s porch. He pulled out a knife and cut the tape that sealed the box. He opened the box. He pulled a face mask from the box and handed it to Preacher Pat.
Preacher Pat took the face mask and looked at it. On the front of it read, “This mask does not work.”
Victor handed another mask to Preacher Pat. On the front it read, “Fauci Works for Satan.” Victor said, “There are also masks where you can use a marker to write whatever you want, such as a proverb. I talked to Mayor Hollis and he liked the idea.”
Preacher Pat smiled. “Okay. But next month, I want these masks gone.”
“I understand. Hopefully by then enough pressure will have been taken off of Mayor Hollis so there will be no chance of you being arrested. You know Jack and Stewart love you and that means I love you. We don’t want you hurt. And I know you don’t want members of your congregation hurt.”
“Of course I don’t.”