Wednesday, April 28, 2021

MASK ON; MASK OFF; I AM STILL A FREE MAN, IN A ONCE FREE AND GREAT NATION

Introduction

For how many eons has the “mask mandate” – which the “guvrmint” types (i.e., federal, state, and local) have thought that they had power to enforce -- been the “new normal?” I don't remember. It seems like a decade or more of mask wearing, as it seems.

I have written about the insanity, since 2020, until I'm blue in the face. Enough is enough!

Mask Off

Tennessee Governor, Bill Lee, removed the “mandate” that he did not have power to order, in the first place. Effective 4/27/2021, Tuesday, at 11:59 PM, “mask off” is in effect. The TN.gov website link in here. I like how these bureaucrats get it down to the second.

Knox County, where Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I reside, unfortunately, has lifted that “mask mandate,” as of the same date and time. Knox County Mayor Glenn Jacobs, the former professional wrestler, followed Bill Lee's “executive order.” The link is here.

Well, good. It seems that various points of bureaucratic confusion are happening. You can find various “Interweb” articles, if you care to take the time. I did, for about a minute or so. It's insanity winding down, folks.

For the last eon, as it seems, when I exited a business that had required masks, I would always say, loudly, “mask on; mask off; I am still a free man, in a once free and great nation!” I have either had no one around to hear me, a few who may have heard me, or a few folks who clapped and commented in a positive manner. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman has heard me a few times.

Conclusion

I did a “gaggle” search for “mask on; mask off; I am still a free man in a once free and great nation photographs.” The following is what the “Interweb” gave me, as on of many irrelevant photographs.


I hope that most folks, in this once free and great nation, have crossed the road, into freedom. As the media types seem to indicate lately, that is not happening. The USSA, apparently, is on the fast march to “democratic socialism.” The socialists are using “systemic racism,” etc., as their tools – to advance their propaganda and agenda.

It seems, for now, however, that the chickens may have won the “mask mafia war.” We will see. I'm 10-10 on the side, to eat supper now!

 

Sunday, April 25, 2021

4/18/2021, SUNDAY, HOUSE MT. HIKE #178 (#42 BIONIC) (Published 4/25/2021, seven days late)

Introduction

Looking out my home office window, at 2 PM on the dot, as I start writing, I see that the weather is still partly sunny. The rain yesterday is still mud, in the known areas, on “my mountain.”

On 4/18/2021, last Sunday afternoon, I hiked House Mountain #178 (#42 “bionic”)! The writing is better seven days late than never. I hope that you enjoy the hike, and a few life notes, with me. Do you have your canteen, full of water, with you?

The Hike Details

I started at 1:40 PM, going up the west trail, as I do usually. (I touch a post, just west of the parking area, to mark my start time. My 'ol truck and I were lucky. We had found a good parking spot, in the upper parking lot.) The weather was warm, but not too warm, and mostly sunny, with some wind from the southwest. (The wind was bringing in the rain that came the next day.)

I me a couple, not far into my hike, at a spot I know well. They were resting at a rocky area (one of many), on their way down. They appeared to be in their 50's. The man had two fully “bionic” legs, from the knees down. He and I exchanged a few pleasant words. The doctor didn't cut off my right foot. (I've wished that he had done so, several times. I think that it would have been better, if I had a complete foot replacement.) That good man and I inspired each other! He inspired me more than I inspired him. I remember many details of that relatively brief conversation.

I touched my rock at the west bluff and marked my time -- 34 minutes from base to bluff. (Will my right foot ever allow me to return to the usual 24 to 28 minutes? I wonder.)

The photograph, above, is the only one that I took. It looks southeast, from the west bluff. The trees are budding out nicely. The leaves are back and coming back more. Wild flowers are in the area. It is a sign of spring.

In my “4/20/2021, TUESDAY, TRIBUTE TO HAL TRENT” article, I had concluded, “By the way, I hiked House Mountain #178, 4/18/2021, Sunday, for Hal. I'll have another article on that hike in a few days.” Hal, my friend, I wonder. Could you see me hiking that day? I hope so. Spring signs on that hike indicate new life. Need I write more? I think that my readers know what I am saying!

A couple of young men were on the bluff. One stated that he was born in 2006. I told him that was the year that I started this website. (It's the year my new, 'ol truck was built also.) My first article was on Monday, March 06, 2006 – “How to Pronounce 'Appalachian.'" Those two fine young men gave me hope for the future. They have the proper, timeless, values.

Early in my hike up, I had passed a woman, who had indicated that she was taking her time. She's in her 30's. She arrived at the bluff, as I had started to hike back down (the same west trail). We talked a bit. She doesn't allow her health trouble to prevent her from hiking a ridge! She was glad to know of other hiking areas around here. She plans to hike them. I encapsulated my “bionic” story to her. We inspired each other. I may have inspired her a bit more than she did me. (I have never had asthma trouble.)

Going down the same trail, two men were behind me, at a point. I had caught up to them, while they were resting. I led the rest of the way down. Near one, of the six, main switchbacks, two small rocks decided to allow my left shoe to roll over them. (I had missed noticing them, while conversing with the men behind me. That was my fault.) I decided to land on my left hip and left forearm. That was the second time that I've taken a fall hiking “my mountain.” (The first time was “pre-bionic,” when my left foot stepped on a snow-covered rock, at an east trail switchback, while I was going down. I didn't know ice was under the snow!) That second-ever fall led to “bionic” conversation.

One of the men, in his 30's, had temporary “bionics” in, as I recall, his left foot. Years ago, he took foot damage. He had “bionics” installed. He had them removed, after he had no longer needed them. (My “bionics” go with me to the grave. My everlasting body will not have them.) We talked “bionics” as we continued hiking down. I understand the bouts of depression that he had. He opened up. I opened up. At the parking area, I showed him my snow photograph, with my name on it. It's on the information board, along with other photographs. He knows this website. We parted, by looking each other in the eye and shaking hands. I hope that I see this young man again.

Conclusion

At 3:40 PM, I touched the same post that I had, at 1:40 PM. I did not hike the full two hours. I enjoyed the view on the west bluff a while. I had conversed with the fine folks, whom I have mentioned. Two hours in the woods improved my – right foot and knee, disposition, and spirit. A day in the woods adds a day to longevity. I do not hike, to converse with folks. I hike to hike! House Mountain has been very well known for many years. It was not as well known, when I had started hiking “my mountain.” Meeting and conversing with folks is a side benefit that I enjoy.

With apology to my new 'ol truck, I didn't take a photograph of him. A man was waiting on me to leave, so he could take the same parking spot. Someone had parked, incorrectly, close enough behind me. I know how to back, turn, back, turn – repeat. My truck and I did that enough to be free. I had thought about writing a pithy note and placing in under a windshield wiper blade on the car that was parked incorrectly. I refrained. At least, my rear bumper didn't leave a crease in the driver's side door!

I have twenty-two more hikes, until I get to House Mountain hike #200. I'm getting there – step-by-step, day-by-day. I'm getting closer to joining my friend, Hal Trent, step-by-step, day-by-day. Y'all think about that, ya hear?

At 5:30 PM, I saw readership: all time 93,859; today (so far) 422; yesterday 455; this month 8,734 (so far); and last month 4,757. I can't see reader identities. I can't know who subscribes to receive e-mail notification, when I publish an article. Thanks, y'all, for stopping by, with a cup of coffee, and reading a while. I hope my words are beneficial. They are for me, as I write them. (I haven't been writing since 2 PM. I took breaks and did other stuff, which includes having called two of my three younger brothers.)


Tuesday, April 20, 2021

4/20/2021, TUESDAY, TRIBUTE TO HAL TRENT

Introduction

I never knew that his first name was Joseph. I always knew him as Hal.

Tribute

Hal Trent is my known friend. He went to Rogersville City School, for grade school. He and I became friends in high school, at the Rogersville High School (which is the Rogersville Middle School now). In high school, we had a few classes together. He and I became friends. I remember many details, from those years. Hal was a good friend. He was born on 3/18/1960. I was born on 7/17/1960.

After high school graduation, in 1978, we went our ways. I graduated college. I married. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, and we moved to Missouri (1986 – 1994). We moved to Moscow, Russia (1994 – 1999). Hal stayed in our home town, of Rogersville, Tennessee. That was good for him.

At some point, as I recall, I reconnected with Hal, in the late 1990's. He had a business in the old Raley-Vaughn Motor Company location, which was, then, a small mall area, with various businesses. (It's First Community Bank main location now.) I think that we met, when I had stopped by, when we were on one of our four-to-six week furloughs, from Russia.

After we returned from Russia, I met Hal a few times. We met at our high school reunion, on 4/13/2012, as best as I can recall. Afterward, we met a few times – when his wife, Kathy, and he were selling produce, at fall festivals in Bean Station and Rogersville, Tennessee.

Hal, aside from aging as we do, was still the same person from high school. He had wisdom, wit, and a great sense of humor. He was a man of God.

Hal left this world to go HOME, on 4/17/2021, Saturday. He was age 61. The visitation and funeral are in a few minutes, later today. The drive is 1.25 hours, one-way. I had thought about driving. I wish that I could have. Yesterday, I wrote the following on his tribute wall:

Marion W. Ferrell: my heartfelt prayers to Hal's family and friends. Hal and I graduated high school in the same class. In the 1990's, I saw him again. I saw him a few times, when Kathy and he were selling great Winesap apples, in Bean Station or Rogersville, during the annual festivals. I will write an article, on my website, https://www.appalachianirishman.com, in a day or so. Hal, my friend, I hiked House Mt. #178 yesterday for you. You are HOME. We, here, will join you at HOME! Won't it be great at that heavenly high school reunion? It will be!

Conclusion

I wish that time and distance had allowed Hal and me to see each other more. I think the same for other friends, whom I haven't seen in a while.

One of these great days, time and distance will be swallowed up into everlasting togetherness. Will it not be wonderful then? Hal has togetherness with so many, whom he has joined at HOME. May we all go HOME soon, dear Lord! Fly those wings, Hal!

By the way, I hiked House Mountain #178, 4/18/2021, Sunday, for Hal. I'll have another article on that hike in a few days.


Monday, April 19, 2021

LATE TRIBUTE TO PAPAW FERRELL, IN “LIFE, SUCH AS IT IS,” CONTEXT (Published 4/19/2021)

Introduction

I have had this article in mind and, to some degree, in draft print, since 4/13/2021, Tuesday. The Ferrell clan is on “Ferrell time” (aka slow) at times. My Ferrell slowness is showing, only due to real life details!

Papaw Ferrell

Marion (no middle name) Ferrell was and still is my paternal grandfather. He was born on 4/13/1880 (as the best records verify; NOT on 4/13/1779). He left this world on 11/21/1970. I know. I was age 10, when he passed. I have the historical records. I know the gravesite. I remember the details. It is family heritage.

On 4/13/2021, working from home last Tuesday, I remembered. Did any other family member, of the Ferrell (from Fearghail, County Longford, Ireland) clan, remember? I wonder. I am sure that some did.

Since 11/21/2013, I have had the PDF lists of Ferrell genealogy. (I have the 6/26/2019 update also. It is a 375-page PDF.) A fine distant cousin had done the work. His research and efforts are accurate (as much as they can be) and are appreciated greatly. The following is the brief genealogy. The numbers mark generations. For example “1” led to “2” as son of “1.” The PDF listings expand the genealogical bush greatly.

1 John Ferrell 1780 – date of death uncertain.

2 John Ferrell, Jr. 1802 – date of death uncertain.

3 James Robert Ferrell 1856 – 1920.

4 Marion Ferrell 4/13/1880 – 11/21/1970. (Note: the PDF has year of birth 1879, in error.)

5 Earl Ferrell (9/17/1927 – 1/25/2008).

6 Marion William Ferrell (this is me; 7/17/1960 – well, the Good Lord won't tell me).


The above article and photograph are from The Rogersville Review, 4/17/1958, Thursday (weekly) edition. That date was four days after Papaw had turned age 78. The article is exact on the details. The photograph was taken in 1908. Papaw, age 28, had been drilling wells seven years. He started in 1901. The exact community was called “Snowflake.” The 1905 model Koger well-machine was mule-driven sometimes also. Earl Ferrell (my father) was using the cable drill in 1958 (i.e., Cyclone). Papaw Ferrell, in 1908, had been drilling a well for Mr. Dinsmore.

The next two images are from Dad's business card. I still have several of them, put up in a safe place. The first image is from the back of Dad's business card.

The next image is the front of Dad's business card.

Granny (Molly Gertrude Archer Ferrell) and Papaw Ferrell were my paternal grandparents. I remember them well. I still see the old home place, where Dad and his brothers and sisters grew up. I remember many great details. They had electricity, eventually. They had a hand pump, for water from the well, in the kitchen. They didn't need indoor toilets. The two-seater outhouse was sufficient. A big tub, near the kitchen stove, was for baths. I know. I took a few baths in that tub.

The Ferrell family is aware of many historical items. I encourage my cousins to write their books or journals, for publishing. Granny and Papaw raised six sons and two daughters. Farming, gardening, hunting, and trapping fed the family. There were many changes over the years.

The life was harder. The life was simpler. A man knew where a man stood. Truth was truth. Facts were facts. Straight forward words hit home, when needed. There was much love. The “L” word (love) was demonstrated, by actions, not by repetition of the word. The “L” word was not used. Love was, however, demonstrated in life actions.

Papaw Ferrell was not bothered by phone calls, texts, e-mails, website articles, heat and air unit problems, plumbing trouble, washer/dryer problems, car/truck trouble, etc. Granny and he never had a car or truck. He walked, or hitched a ride, to town, as he needed. Papaw and his sons cut firewood, feed the livestock, killed hogs at season, farmed, etc. Dad told me that his back trouble started when Papaw wanted to get that last load of hay in. Dad was worn out. He did it anyway. He felt his back pop. He had back trouble the rest of his life. He continued to drill wells and do other physical labor. He endured.

I wonder if any of my cousins will post comments to this article. I hope that they do! Come on, cousins, man or woman up! It's the Ferrell way! We need to write a book, which includes all our stories and memories, together.

Conclusion

I've said many years that I was born too late. I wish that I had been born in 1760, or at least 1860. (I could have been my own grandpaw!) I was born when I was born, to godly parents. That was fine. A person can't pick when or to whom he is born. I am not complaining. I am thankful for my heritage.

Heritage is based on deep roots. I have deep roots. The Fearghail clan (along the John Ferrell line) has deep roots. (Well most of us do.) Family strength, based on moral absolutes from God, builds good communities. Good communities build good states. Good states build a good nation.

As I conclude, do you see what the socialists are doing and have been doing for decades? Destroy the family, by social programs that pretend to be to help the family. That destroys communities. That destroys states. That is what is destroying this once great nation – even as I type now. “Come on, man!” This once great nation needs a spiritual awakening that starts in the home. At 5:59 PM, on 4/18/2021, Sunday, I hear the beep of the microwave. Supper is ready. I'm hungry. Let's eat! By the way, wait for a sad but everlastingly joyous article next. It's in my mind only right now.

4/19/2021, Monday, postscript: I published this article, such as it is, finally. I have at least two more articles in mind but not on paper yet. One will be a tribute to a high school classmate, who left this world too early, at age 61. I will see him again. He's having more fun that can be imagined now, at HOME. At supper time, I'm signing off for now.


Monday, April 12, 2021

4/12/2021, MONDAY: IT'S A MAD, MAD WORLD – VERIFIED

 Introduction

 

“A picture says a thousand words.” Read on, for my additional words. Aren't you as tired of it all as I am?

“Corona Myopia Psychosis” Sidetrack – With Apology

A friend, who sends e-mail information, to several, including me, e-mailed us, on 4/10/2021. (I wish that he would create his website instead.) “Good job, Jim!” His e-mail articles need to be on his website – if he would do so.

He referenced a link to World Net Daily. The article appears to be a factual statement of the damage that mask wearing does to the environment and to humans, who wear them too long. You can check out the details here – if it doesn't bore you. Another informative link is here also.

I don't wear a mask, as a regular routine. I do so only for a few moments, as needed. For those who wear masks as they do their underwear, on a daily basis, I suggest that they read the article.

The socialists are out there, here and, again, here, for examples. They continue to use the new cold virus as one tool, in their arsenal. They have won.

Another Shooting

Austin-East Magnet High School has made international news, again, sadly. It is not because of educational and moral excellence. It is due to the magnet of countless numbers of shootings in that area, of Knoxville, Tennessee. Today, 4/12/2021, Monday, another shooting happened. The news is global. Here is a link from the United Kingdom.

This is another sad example of the rampant, uncountable, examples of the fact. The USSA, mostly, has lost its moral compass, has forgotten God, and, consequently, has been abandoned by God.

When I travel, I have one pistol and ammunition with me at all times. It stays in my truck, usually. At times, it is in my right front pants pocket. At home, three weapons and plenty of ammunition are ready. I know how to stop a threat.

The USSA is, in majority, apparently, accepting the threat of Satan, who is laughing, as he leads this once great nation into the Hadean Realm. The USSA, in majority, apparently, has accepted the Devil's lie.

The USSA Majority, Apparently, Has Abandoned Morality and God

I'm in one of those pensive moods today, in my writing. I do not apologize. The USSA, in majority, apparently, has abandoned morality and God. Do you remember, maybe forty or so years ago, or more, when this was a predominately moral nation? I do.

Logic and reasoning do not matter anymore. One cannot reason with an irrational person. “If it feels good, do it” has been the trend for years. The chickens are coming home to roost.

As a side note, I engaged in a brief exchange yesterday, with a younger adult that I know. Her husband and she started their mission work in Russia, under our guidance. I hope that I educated her into God's amazing grace, yesterday. My mother was and still is the greatest example of a Christian, whom I have ever known. My “Light at the End of the Tunnel” book will be published, in time. It will include, as a side note, the details of yesterday.

My godly mother, thankfully, is at Home, with the Lord. She doesn't have to see what I see now.

Conclusion

As supper approaches to be ready, I will conclude this brief article, by saying: the USSA, by person, has two choices. Either turn right and go straight or keep turning left (slight pun intended, to my socialist readers) and going to the Devil.

Many of my readers, even if we are in the USSA minority now, are going straight. I wonder if my socialist readers will stop turning left. Let's eat supper!


Sunday, April 11, 2021

4/11/2021, SUNDAY: LIFE, SUCH AS IT IS, UPDATE

 Introduction

Well, at 5:29 PM, on a windy and sunny Sunday late afternoon, how are y'all? The rain most of the day yesterday was fun. The result was no weekend hike for me.

Life, Such As It Is, Update

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had her spring break week, of paid time off from work (4/5 – 9). She endured. The front porch flower bed area is, at least, cleaned out. She did other stuff, but not too much around here. She does the best that she can.

I am still drudging along, in my work-at-home, Monday through Wednesday, and at office, Thursday and Friday, routine. I survived. Monday was our usual every-four-week chiropractic appointment. I wonder if I'm enduring another setback, in a countless number of setbacks, to go forward. This one involves my left shoulder. I will know, in a few weeks. I endure.

4/8/2021, Thursday, was Holocaust Remembrance Day. Did you remember? I did. "Band of Brothers" was on TV last evening. That was fitting. I will not get into the historical details now. You are able to research all the factual details. It happened – despite what the fake propaganda claims.

4/9/2021, Friday, was my next-to-eldest brother's birthday anniversary. (I am the eldest of four sons, of Earl and Betty Ferrell.) I called him, after work. We talked for a while. His family and he are doing well enough. I know other details, which I will not post here.

4/10/2021, Saturday, would have been the birthday of my mother-in-law, Phyllis Ann House Gordon (4/10/1941 – 4/30/2017). Almost four years have passed, since she went Home. I remembered. “Maw” Gordon, as I called her, was a good mother-in-law. My wife and her Gordon family endured well enough. It gets a little easier, as time passes. I wonder what my mother-in-law and my mother (Betty Lou Wood Ferrell), along with so many others, are doing now. I know that they are having more joy at Home than we are here – on this speck of dust. Hey, Lord, when will you call “everyone out of the pool?” We, well most of us I know, are ready to go Home, to join so many others! We will wait, since you aren't coming back today – well, unless you do in a few more hours.

Yesterday, ironically, we receive a postal letter, regarding the speed bump plan. About eight months ago, in the warm weather, a neighbor instigated an effort by Knox County, to install two speed bumps in our little subdivision. (They call them speed humps, which is a euphemistic expression.) Months went by. I assumed that the petition phase had stopped the insanity. It, apparently, did not.

Today, I took a little time. I finished a letter to Knox County, which I started yesterday. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman bought the extra envelopes and stamps that I needed. We have 22 neighbors, in this quiet and peaceful subdivision. Tomorrow, I will have, with flag up, in our mailbox, 23 postal letters. One goes to Knox County. The other 22 go to our neighbors. (I could, of course, hand deliver to our neighbors, but the post office needs the money.)

Well, we'll see what happens. I may win. I may lose. Our subdivision does NOT need the speed bumps! Either way, I AM STANDING – against the bureaucratic insanity, which a neighbor, who went overboard, inspired last year.

Conclusion

This is a brief update only. I have another article, on “Corona Myopia,” etc., in my mind. Supper, however, is almost ready. It's 6:15 PM. Let's eat!

Monday, April 05, 2021

TO BE SHOT OR NOT TO BE SHOT; THAT IS THE QUESTION (published 4-5-2021)

 

Introduction

With apology to William Shakespeare (from “Hamlet,” spoken by Hamlet, written about 1599 - 1601), I decided upon the title for this article. I'll start with a little “life, such as it is,” update.

Life, Such As It Is, Update

My truck decided that he needed a new battery on Saturday. I got him one, after using the battery charger a few minutes. I hauled trash first, before getting the battery. I always keep the engine running while hauling trash. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had already been out, visited her family, before her Dollar General and IGA errands. The car gets the next battery very soon.

Today, 3/5/2021, started Mrs. Appalachian Irishman's week-long, spring break, paid vacation. She might get some work done around the house and yard. I still work at home Monday through Wednesday and at office Thursday and Friday, as the insanity continues. Mainly, we had our every-four-week chiropractic adjustments today! I think my adjustment will help my left shoulder “whatevers” that have bothered me, since 3/29/2021.

I apologize for my digression! Let's get back to the subject at hand!

Fact Check of “Farcebook” Fact Check

Should one be shot or not be shot? The peer pressure is on! Everyone, from birth to the day before death, needs to get the new cold virus shot! That's the trend, in the socialist media.

I have a real life friend, who is also a “Farcebook” friend. On Good Friday, my friend re-posted a link to the following 3/14/2021 article. The main website is The Truth About Vaccines. The specific article is found here. “Farcebook” had, initially, labeled my friend's re-post as not verified. (I saw it that way first.) Afterward, “Farcebook” dropped the not verified tag. “Farcebook,” apparently, corrected its error. They still do not like truth that gets in the way of their agenda.

I decided to dig, to fact check “Farcebook.” I found that “Farcebook” was right, to correct its initial error. My friend's re-post is correct. The following is the proof that I found, on 4/3/2021.

The proof is straight from the USSA Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). Their https://wonder.cdc.gov information takes some work to get what you find. I did the work. I have the 288-page landscape PDF downloaded on my computer. The basics are:

These results are for 1,911 total events.

Query Criteria:

Date Died: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021

Date of Onset: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021

Date Report Completed: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021

Date Report Received: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021

Date Vaccinated: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021

State / Territory: The United States

Vaccine Products: COVID19 VACCINE (COVID19)

Suggested Citation:

United States Department of Health and Human Services (DHHS), Public Health Service (PHS), Centers for Disease Control (CDC) / Food and Drug Administration (FDA), Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (VAERS) 1990 - 3/26/2021, CDC WONDER On-line Database. Accessed at http://wonder.cdc.gov/vaers.html on Apr 3, 2021 3:39:10 PM

The CDC facts are that, from 12/2020 through 3/26/2021, 1,911 people died after having taken the new cold virus shot. The 288-page landscape PDF that I have parses out details. You can find the same details as I did. I did not read all 288 pages. I didn't want to take the time.

USSA cumulative total, as of 3/31/2021: the CDC COVID Data Tracker verifies the following new cold virus shot data:

Total doses: 158,662,022.

People who have had one dose: 102,502,483.

People who have full (2) doses: 58,362,945.

1,911 divided by 102,502,483 means that 0.001864345% of people, who had one dose, died due to the dose. The various types of shots are safe enough. The variance between 3/26/2021 to 3/31/2021 is only five days.

(Note only: the re-post that I mentioned above cites VAERS data, from the same CDC website that I checked, on 4/3/2021. The re-post website check was 3/14/2021. The death total that I saw, on 4/3/2021, was higher than the 3/14/2021 article.)

My fact check of the initial, then removed, “Farcebook” fact check is confirmed. “Farcebook” removed their error correctly. “Farcebook” had to accept CDC VAERS data.

The Question

The question remains: to be shot or not to be shot? First, the risk is low, but the risk exists. Another website has data from the CDC that compares the new cold virus shot fatality rate to the influenza shot fatality rate. The article was published on 3/6/2021 and updated on 3/10/2021. They did some number crunching that I will not do again. You can read their number crunching. It is a good article that includes quite a bit of data and percentages. An influenza shot could and has killed, in low percentages. (I have taken influenza shots over the last several years. I didn't take one at my last annual physical. My doctor and friend agreed that I did not need to do so that time.) A new cold virus shot could and has killed, in slightly higher percentages than the influenza shot. The risk is low. I know folks, who have had their new cold virus shot (or shots). Aside from feeling a little puny, everyone I know has survived.

Second, the new cold virus cannot be forced upon a person – yet. We still have some freedom, in the USSA, don't we?

Finally, the answer, for me, is that I freely choose to not be shot. Am I a second class citizen of the USSA?

USSA New Cold Virus Passport

Yes, I am, or I will be soon. The socialists are driving the new cold virus passport agenda. If you want to be fairly free, you will need a new cold virus passport that verifies that you have had your shot (or shots). I found three articles, as proof. I list them, by title only, with each link. Each link has several details.

Coming Soon — Vaccine Passports Will Determine Where You Can Go and What You Can Do. The article was written on 3/29/2021.

The Biden administration is developing a national coronavirus 'vaccine-passport' program for Americans. The article was written on 3/29/2021.

Think Global Vaccine Passports Are Scary? Wait Until You See What’s Next. The article was written on 01/06/21. (The socialists have been working on this a while.)

Conclusion

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman has had her two-round new cold virus series of shots. She felt sickly a day or two after the second shot. She has not grown that third ear – yet. She is a USSA first class citizen. She has her new cold virus shot card. That is her passport.

I will remain a second class citizen. Any government agency or business that refuses my reason for being there -- due to not having a cold virus passport -- will feel the educated and eloquent wrath of my glib Irish tongue. I can imagine, eventually, going to dine out together. The restaurant may refuse me, since I will be a second class citizen. My wife and I will eat there anyway – if they want to make some money. My logic and glib Irish tongue will win.

The USSA Socialists are forcing their control very quickly. The new cold virus passport is another tool that they are using to control the sheep. I have bull-headed herd immunity against their efforts. I STAND. Join me? Many of my readers STAND. Other readers may need to grow a backbone. I hope they do.

Thanks, friend, for re-posting an informative post. It inspired this article.


Sunday, April 04, 2021

HE IS RISEN!

 Introduction

I wonder if, by God's providence, my “bionic” left shoulder “whatevers,” which started on 3/29/2021, kept me from doing much today. I do not know. God did not tell me.

By faith, however, I have written. I hope you are inspired.

Faith by Sight

A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.”
Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!”
Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” (John 20:26-29.)

The inspired apostle John recorded the details, centuries ago, for us. His inspired words are still alive today. The scene was after Jesus had risen from the dead and had been seen by many, except Thomas. Thomas went quickly from doubt to belief, by seeing Jesus, in his resurrected body. The evidence was overwhelming. He could doubt no longer.

Life on Mars

The motivation for the title of this segment, “Life on Mars,” is from a dear relative, who had written a deep and meaningful poetic thought by the title. The stylistically well-crafted words involve the hypothetical situation of a person -- having been frozen in state and transported to Mars – who was awaiting to be thawed, to meet her Maker. “Resurrection has come” is one line.

The poetic words conclude, “Frozen people sent to Mars; frozen planet life in jars.” We are temporal life in jars (i.e., everlasting souls in physical bodies). The soul (i.e., who we are, really) is everlasting. Eventually, we get out of our “jars,” and we “float to Mars” (i.e., we go HOME, to meet our Maker)! If we are ready, we have a pleasant and welcoming meeting. If we are not ready, the meeting will be unpleasant judgment.

Temporal Life in Everlasting Context

I have a friend and sister in Christ. Her husband is enduring a serious trial. My 3/29/2021 article mentioned, and was inspired by, his wife and him. On Good Friday, she, in complete honesty, expressed her thoughts at the time. She wondered why the trial befell her husband. She desires earthly justice for evil people. She knows that God is in control and that, in the end, it will work out. She referenced Romans 8:28.

The following are two segments, from my still incomplete and unpublished book, “Light at the End of the Tunnel.”

2. Relational Scar (written 8/29/2016): “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Rom. 8:28 NIV). “And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief” (Mk. 9:24 KJV).

If God has providential will, and He does, and if He knew how the timing of Mom’s illness and death would affect me, and He did, then why did He allow it to happen? (As a sidebar, since I am where I am, due to Mom’s death, why did He not cause 18-year-old “chicklet” to delay her trip by even two seconds, to not time her failure to yield perfectly, so as to hit my ol’ truck and me?)

EVERLASTING PERSPECTIVE (started 9/9/2016; finished 12/31/2020): I know that our permanent Home in Heaven will make all the evil we endure in this life appear in proper perspective, a fleeting moment compared to everlasting bliss.

My book, once finished and published, will include many more details and theological points. My friend and her husband, who is my friend, are enduring a trial. It is hard, as I know, to place the here and now suffering into everlasting perspective. They are managing. I am managing. This weekend would have been a great opportunity for House Mountain hike #178. Whatever I did, or didn't do, or didn't do correctly, on 3/29/2021, has bothered my left shoulder area since then. I felt too “busted up” to visit family, etc., in my home town or to hike. It's a bit depressing. I'll get over it. I will do what I didn't do this weekend, eventually. I am patient.

Patience is a key. Step by step and day by day are keys. We look forward, not backward. We accept, with some “fussin' and cussin',” the trials here. We endure. We hope and know the future. The future is getting out of the “jar” and meeting our Maker!

Conclusion

Иисус воскрес! Воистину, он воскрес! (Jesus arose! In truth, he arose!) This is how the Russian believers greet each other on Resurrection Day (i.e., Easter, as we call it). They call it “Pashka.” Russian Orthodox Pashka will be on Sunday, May 2, this year. (They follow the Julian calendar, not the Gregorian calendar.)

Faith is by sight. Thomas saw Jesus. He believed and knew. Faith is also seeing, by knowing, the yet physically unseen. I see Jesus by knowing faith. I will see him, as Thomas did, eventually, but not today.

I have faced two major faith trials in life, since we returned from Russia. The first involved my mother's illness (on 12/28/1999) and going Home (on 12/27/2000). The second was and is my 3/29/2016 ongoing “fun.”

Jesus said to Thomas, “blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” I have not seen Jesus – yet. My mother, and so many others have. I believe based on my knowledge. The evidence is overwhelming. I have doubted. I can doubt no longer. The Truth is out there. I see Jesus. Do you know the Truth? I hope so. If not, you are welcome to e-mail me. My e-mail is in my website heading.

I hope that you are having a happy Resurrection Day!


Friday, April 02, 2021

ATHEISTS' DAY, GOOD FRIDAY, RESURRECTION SUNDAY

 Introduction

The time is right for a deeper article. The focus is on the everlasting, not on the temporal.

Atheists' Day

Apparently, Atheists' Day is an actual day for atheists. According to one website, it is April 1st every year (unofficially). According to an atheist website, however, it was 3/23/21 this year. I think atheists are confused.

Mrs. Appalachian's 2008 Honda Civic has acquired a ding on the right front passenger door, on the top frame for the window. I noticed it late, on 3/31/2021, while placing our new automobile insurance documents in her car and my truck. (It was after she'd gone to bed.)

On Thursday, 4/1/2021, before she left for work, I asked about the ding. She speculated that it had been there a month or so. She wasn't at or in the car. She had noticed it, without telling me. I had been checking our car over the last several weeks, as I do at times. I had not noticed the ding before. Well, it must have been the ding leprechaun that did it.

Later, on 4/1/2021, when my wife was at work, and I was working at home, I heard a noise. I looked. Amazed, I saw that a 2021 white Nissan Altima had appeared in our driveway! It had appeared out of nothing, from thin air! April fools!

“The fool has said in his heart, 'There is no God.'” (Ps. 14:1; 53:1). That sounded harsh, King David. It was not harsh. It is inspired truth. April 1st is annual Atheists' Day. They are foolish enough to say that they know there is no God. An agnostic speculates whether God exists or not. An atheist is convinced in his foolishness that God does not exist.

From nothing, nothing comes. That is a basic point of logic and common sense. If there was ever a time when nothing existed, nothing would exist now. Something exists now; therefore, something, or someone, had to have always existed (eternally).

The space time reality, called the universe, has not always existed. The Second Law of Thermodynamics, as well as observation, established this fact centuries ago.

Since the universe is not eternal, then someone must be eternal. That someone is God, in three persons: the Father, the Word who became flesh as the Christ, and the Holy Spirit.

To the lower right of my website, you will find my Religion/Apologetics references. I suggest, for deeper study, that you search those websites, for detailed proof that verifies: the God of the Bible exists, the Bible is his inspired word, and the Word became flesh, as the Christ, who died and rose again – completing God's eternal scheme of redemption.

I have read, written, and spoken (publicly and privately) on the topic many times. I have offered to engage in formal debate with a local atheist. He backed away. If you would like to contact me, for personal conversation, my e-mail address is on my website heading.

A new car does not appear, spontaneously, in the driveway. Matter did not come from nothing. The wise KNOW and believe (faith by knowledge, not blind leap) that there is a God.

Good Friday

“It is finished,” Jesus stated, as he died on the cross. The three words are profound. God's eternal scheme of redemption was finished. Before God created the heavens and the earth, he had known (as he is omniscient) that his plan to save mankind would happen, in time.

From creation, to Adam and Eve's sin, to the forming of Israel, to the birth, life, death, and resurrection of Christ Jesus, our Lord and Savior – God's eternal plan took time. “It is finished” now. The plan is in place.

Freedom of will grants two choices: accept the Good Lord's free gift offer and live accordingly or reject it. Our Lord opened the door. Have you walked in? Many of my readers have. Some may not have. If you have not, please walk in.

Resurrection Sunday

“Easter” could have origin in a name for a pagan god or gods, or it could have origin in an early German word for resurrection. Answers in Genesis has a detailed article on the topic. The Russian word for “Sunday” translates as “Resurrection.” I choose to call “Easter” “Resurrection Sunday.” The option is not a matter of faith. It is a matter of preference.

It is verified. Our Lord and Savior, Jesus, the Christ, arose! He was the eternal Word (as the triune God). He had been born of a virgin. He lived. He was God incarnate. He was sacrificed, as the perfect atonement, for sin (that had entered this world, by Adam and Eve succumbing to Satan's temptation). HE AROSE! He lived in the flesh again, for several days. He then ascended, to heaven. HE OPENED the door for us to join there.

The atheist has laid an egg. He is wrong. I hope that he discovers the way, the truth, and the life, before it is too late for him. I can help him, if he asks.

Resurrection Sunday is not an annual celebration only. It is a daily celebration of life – everlasting life.

Conclusion

Temporal life (on earth) is a blink of an eye. We are everlasting creations. We were born (came to exist). We will die physically (our soul separates from our body). Our soul resides in either a place of paradise or torment – until Christ returns (to call everyone “out of the pool”). Temporal (time) will end. The living and the dead, the dead first, will receive everlasting bodies, and we will go HOME, to our everlasting home in heaven – if we have accepted the Good Lord's free gift offer. If we have not, we will go to everlasting punishment.

Everlasting life is, well, everlasting. We are everlasting creations. I place the good and the bad in life into everlasting perspective, as the apostle Paul has taught us: “For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.” (2 Cor. 4:17, KJV).

Happy Resurrection Sunday, in two days, y'all! HE AROSE. HE LIVES. HE LIVES IN ME. Does He live in you?