Chapter Four of TRUTH’S BLOOD by Tyler Roberts

Posted: August 26, 2013 in Uncategorized
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“Propaganda works best when those who are being manipulated are confident they are acting of their own free will.”

Joseph Goebbels, Nazi Propaganda Minister

 “The wicked return to the grave, all the nations that forget God.”

 Psalm 9:17

A brilliant spring sun was out and so were the witless, faddish people always there to chase the latest trend—each of them as brain dead as the next, Cliffson thought.  He was returning from the store with his youngest son Zach after purchasing an inner tube to repair the tire on their wheelbarrow.

Zach had been laid off from his job in Boise and was thankful to be able to return to a job he’d once held at a local greenhouse where Jean worked as a bookkeeper.  Though the Fed’s voodoo numbers put unemployment at 9.9 percent, real unemployment was nearing thirty percent and jobs were tough to come by.  As much as Cliffson was sorry to see his son lose his job, he had to admit he enjoyed having him around the house.

The mid May weather was improving nicely and the two of them detoured through the garden to look for newly sprouted pumpkins, before beginning repairs on the wheelbarrow. Raising pumpkins was something they’d done together since Zach was a little boy.  In the fall they would collect wheelbarrows full of them, make a fire in the fire pit and “gut” the pumpkins to collect the seeds. That little boy was now a strikingly handsome young man.  At six foot four, his trim son stood out in a crowd and his dark hair and complexion was an instant draw for many young women.

Cliffson relished the time he had to spend with his son.  For a little while he would escape his concerns over the condition of the nation and take his time repairing the wheelbarrow.

On the other side of the mountains Thomas Jefferson was storing camping gear in the garage and listening to the radio.  School was out and his family had just returned from a weeklong stay at their private cabin in the Cascade Mountains.

The talk show host warned about what the president’s policies were doing to the nation and how badly people were hurting as a result.  Thomas rarely listened to these programs and figured his son must have changed the channel.

“……..our economy is in a shambles, micromanaged by those who have never had a real job, but incredibly the Zombies remain in denial.  People, how can you still cling to these government promises? It’s time to wake up people. Now is the time to act.”

Reporters writing negative stories about the current administration often turned up missing and it was evident no story critical of the administration would be found in any newspaper in America.  Censorship of the press was nearing completion.

Davis walked back into the garage to help his Dad finish putting the gear away.

The broadcaster continued. “Like all democracies falling into tyranny, one of the first things a government does is control the press.  I recall how you people lashed out when the president outlawed a common bumper sticker, telling us it was “mean spirited” and “wasn’t helping the nation come together, but we…”

“Amen brotha’,” Davis cheered.

Thomas looked up from the fishing gear he was working on to say something to his son and then thought better of it.  Politics had become a serious battleground between the two of them but today was not the day for it.  Thomas couldn’t help wondering why people got so worked up over the loss of a few minor freedoms and remained largely unconcerned.  The government will work it out, he reasoned.

Besides, they’d just finished going through the pile of mail that accumulated while away on vacation and it included five new scholarship offers.  Two from smaller schools and one from Oregon State, but it was the other two offers that left them dancing about the room.  Both Texas and LSU had offered Davis full ride baseball scholarships.  Thomas was not about to dampen the excitement with an argument over politics.

At the age of eighteen the weight of a full ride scholarship may not have been entirely appreciated by the young Davis, but it wasn’t missed by his father.  He thrilled at the potential for his son to have a professional baseball career.  Certainly there were no guarantees of making it to the Pro’s, but everything was on the right track.

“Son,” Thomas said, “let’s go find that new car we’ve been talking about getting you for college.”  Davis began laughing and Thomas grew a puzzled face.

“Dad, it’s just so much all at once, but sure, let’s go, just don’t get upset if you find me laughing out loud when we test drive them.  I’m way out on cloud nine right now.”

Five hours later Mary watched them drive up in a brand new, black BMW convertible.  It was a great day for them and now she was going to make her husband take them all out for dinner to celebrate.


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