It was dark outside. Ever since Daylight Savings Time went into effect it was getting darker, earlier, but it was especially dark that night. It was raining too. Thunder, lightning. That’s how I remember it. A Dr. Frankenstein, “It’s Aliiive” type of evening. I sat on a chair staring at the dull glow of the television. There were no lights on in the house. I recall a power failure some time that week, it must have been then. Maybe due to the thunder and lightning that I remember so clearly. Names and numbers scrolled across the bottom of the TV screen. While bodiless heads talked above.
The numbers were black on a grey background. Don’t tell me it was different; the image is still clear in my mind. The numbers were ghastly. One of the bodiless heads said the words, “Forty Years.” Reminded me of the Bible where we lived peacefully in the land of Canaan for forty years until we were forced back into the desert. It was the Gangrene-infested Odoriferous People who rewrote the Bible, rewrote history, and it looked as if they were going to do it again.
They’ll probably try to tell you the sun was shining even though it was 9 at night. No thunder or lightning. And they’ll say the names and numbers were in nice bright colors, red and blue perhaps. Don’t believe them. Don’t believe them for a second. I know what really happened and so do you. Never allow yourself to forget. Never, I say, or we’ll starve out here in the desert and never make it back into Canaan. And you should see what they’re doing to the land.