it's 2012 already-part 8

it's 2012 already-part 8

fiction
edward w pritchard

My exposure to Armageddon in 2012 began long before my walk here in the Mountains of Northern Georgia heading South and East towards the Georgia Sea islands. I received a prequel of the terror that Armageddon from deadly winds would havoc on America later in the year 2012 on the last day of 2011.

Like most older people who live alone I seldom venture out at night preferring the comfort of my modest home. However on December 31, 2011 I sauntered downtown Akron, Ohio for a First Night celebration to hear a local band give a tribute to blues singer Big Joe Turner. The set was at nine PM and I planned on being home by 10:30 and having a beer or two, and then listening to some more blues music at home and being in bed alone by midnight.

Well satisfied leaving the blues concert about ten PM, December 31, a cold sub zero snowy wind met me, providing limited visibility as I walked toward my car. Small groups of young people milled around unnaturally in the frigid gloom everywhere and stared at me and as I took notice, at several older couples walking toward the parking decks. Normally this would be of little concern to me, as I have mentioned earlier in these writings, for several years I have been unconcerned with what happens to myself; and I have little general fear from concrete things, such as ruffians or muggers. That day however something sinister was occurring, the winds seemed preternaturally cold and ominous, and there was a terror germinating from the crowds of young people milling about that was disturbing.
As I walked I noticed that the young were beginning to follow the older adults at the festival and shower belligerent behavior toward any of the elderly who were alone, or any elderly who appeared weak or vulnerable. Several older people were being pushed and jousted about by groups of seven to ten young men and women, ages 16 to 25 for no apparent reason.

Finally an old couple pleaded with me for help. They were being followed and a crowd was just beginning to circle them. I was being left alone for other than an old looking face composed of inanimate eyes, looking every day of my sixty years, and my thinning hair, now under an arctic hat, I truthfully report that I had a thug like appearance. To the crowds, from the back, I especially was not someone who would normally be confronted.

The man of the old couple walked poorly moving more side to side than forward and the wife leaned far forward from the waist from back problems and stared intently at the ground as she walked. Just before I stopped and she talked to me I saw the wife kiss her husband and presumably exchange a short proclamation of love. I decided to help the old couple, out of habit, for old times, to honor feelings now gone.

The six young people following us as I walked with the old couple and the crowd were I later decided a small mob under the influence of the madness of crowds. In an instant they completely circled us, like a wolf pack. Just as sudden, although they surrounded us and out numbered us, they seemed cautious to strike. Surmising that they were assessing our strength, I shouted aggressively and tauntingly and moved toward the lone woman in the group.

"Why are you stalking us".
The young woman of about eighteen looked straight at me with hate and said:
"Because there won't be enough",
"Enough what I hissed at her" and leaned toward one of the larger men in the group.
"Of everything" said two or three of her mob simultaneously.

As quickly as the mob circled us they moved away and vanished into the gloom. I escorted the old couple to their car and returned to my home and slept that night with an tire iron near my pillow. I dreamed of proper techniques to strike with a tire iron. Use the wedged pointed end, or risk a cut to the hand and swing the weapon without mercy? Such dreams have preserved me through the Armageddon of 2012.

In over two hundred Northern cities and towns at first night Dec 31, 2011 and until 2AM Jan 1, 2012 more than four thousand elderly were accosted by mobs. Victims were always elderly and weak and there were ninety eight deaths primarily because of falls or heart problems. There was little punching or striking at that first incident, although of course later throughout 2012 a few thousands injuries or deaths would be insignificant of mention. I am just referring now to mob violence against the feeble elderly in cities; not terminations caused by nature and the winds discussed in parts one through seven of this report. At that time, the first day in 2012, the mob violence was blamed on the housing crisis in America or rich vs. poor issues concerning jobs and that type of thing. Looking back however, I believe the violence at first night was an early barometric indicator of changes occurring in the urban environments in America; part of the same divine directed efforts to cull the herds of humans in America starting with the weak and elderly.

I mention the two older people and the effort I took, less than one year ago, to intervene on their behalf; before I explain my failure, despite my efforts, to protect my two new friends at the horse farm here in Northern Georgia to be discussed in Part Nine. It provides an illustration of how the value of a human life has changed because of the effects of Armageddon here in 2012.

Looking back on that first night December 31, 2011 I am now convinced that the divine first unleashed the forces of destruction against humanity at 10:15PM, December 31, 2011. It's been less than a year since I helped those two old people, that loving couple. Me the preserver. They the weak, protected previously from the forces of nature by civilization. I fear for people like them and I doubt my ability to trek on to help people like that old couple back at first night. Please don't tread on me, I fear what we will become.

Here is something I wrote previously, sub-titled- Fears-

Sunday, September 12, 2010

When they came

fiction
edward w pritchard

for Frantz Kafka

when they came my neighbors stout iron cyclone fence didn't stop them

when they came two flights of stairs didn't slow them

when they came a dead bolt lock and and solid oak door didn't deter them

when they came uncle's Smith and Wesson didn't faze them

when they came my wife's pleadings didn't help me

when they took me my arguments didn't interest them

when i looked through the cyclone fence up two flights of stairs through the broken down oak door at my sobbing wife her tears didn't comfort me as they took me away

Posted by edward pritchard at 8:14 PM
Labels: fears

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