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and you should continue your faith in those leaders that you elected to see you through any troubles that might occur.
“There are four of you here that have special orders you were supposed to pick up today. I will ask that you stay so you can pick up your already purchased items,” and I point out four individuals that I recognize as customers of mine.
The four of them, and one other man that I recognize, remain. We all watch the other people as they get into their cars and drive off, one by one.
I shake hands with the four I pointed out. “Billy, Matt, Katherine, and...Jessie. Good to see you. Is everything okay with you?”
Katherine says, “I was hoping to pick up a few extra things and got worried about what you would have left when I saw the crowd. How can the government take all of your stuff?”
“They didn’t,” I reply. “They can of course, based on executive orders, but they haven’t. At least not that I have heard.”
“I knew it,” the fifth person waiting nearby says. “You lied to all of those people. How can you do that? They just wanted to get some things because of what's going on.”
“Everyone, I would like you to meet the worm,” I mention with contempt. “If any of you remember the crappy article a guy wrote about me and this store a few months after I opened, this is the loser that wrote it. Meet, Chad Hansen.”
I turn and face Chad directly. “I remember your uninformed article which deliberately left out the critical information of why people should be prepared. Do you, Chad, remember what my reply to your article said?”
“Fuck you!” he replies.
“Very articulate, Mr. Moron. This idiot left out my mention that the government has recommended for the last few years that everyone should have at least a month’s worth of supplies on hand. A month’s worth of food and water, and at least three months accumulated funds to help pay bills and cover regular expenses in case of emergency.
“This sorry sack of left-winged drivel wrote that I was fear mongering, and how did you put it...? My ‘Biblical end of the world conspiracies should go back to the Bible-belt in South Dakota from whence I came.’ That’s it, right, Chad? That and my ultra religious-right mentality is not welcome in Oregon. What a wonderful welcome you provided to me, my family, and my new local business.” I just stare at him in disgust.
“I thought you were an Atheist,” Matt says.
“That I am, Matt. I am and have always been an Atheist. This idiot didn’t bother doing his research. He had no intention of writing a fair article about me or my store. He is just an anti-gun hoplophobe who wanted my store shut down. He doesn’t, or should I say he didn’t, see any reason for my store to exist.” I turn back to Chad, step up less than a foot away from him, and say, “So what is it? Why are you here right now? I doubt you are here for another article about my store.”
“I’m here for some supplies. And yes, I remember your reply to my article. The editor published it right next to my own piece in the paper, and it nearly cost me my job, you asshole,” Chad says angrily, pointing his finger at me.
“Listen, Chad, even if I liked you, which I obviously do not, you aren’t one of my regular customers, which these four people are. I am going to let them in and buy a few things. I will not let you have anything, and you can write whatever you want about it in your little column section of the paper. You had your chance to get ready for what is coming, and you chose to ridicule and harass me and people like these folks. You should have been more open-minded about the possibility that your government might not have all of the answers for you. And just to put things in better perspective, even if I let you have everything inside of this store, you wouldn’t know what to do with most of it, and would still probably die if you ever had to protect yourself.
“And as for my article, it did
“There are four of you here that have special orders you were supposed to pick up today. I will ask that you stay so you can pick up your already purchased items,” and I point out four individuals that I recognize as customers of mine.
The four of them, and one other man that I recognize, remain. We all watch the other people as they get into their cars and drive off, one by one.
I shake hands with the four I pointed out. “Billy, Matt, Katherine, and...Jessie. Good to see you. Is everything okay with you?”
Katherine says, “I was hoping to pick up a few extra things and got worried about what you would have left when I saw the crowd. How can the government take all of your stuff?”
“They didn’t,” I reply. “They can of course, based on executive orders, but they haven’t. At least not that I have heard.”
“I knew it,” the fifth person waiting nearby says. “You lied to all of those people. How can you do that? They just wanted to get some things because of what's going on.”
“Everyone, I would like you to meet the worm,” I mention with contempt. “If any of you remember the crappy article a guy wrote about me and this store a few months after I opened, this is the loser that wrote it. Meet, Chad Hansen.”
I turn and face Chad directly. “I remember your uninformed article which deliberately left out the critical information of why people should be prepared. Do you, Chad, remember what my reply to your article said?”
“Fuck you!” he replies.
“Very articulate, Mr. Moron. This idiot left out my mention that the government has recommended for the last few years that everyone should have at least a month’s worth of supplies on hand. A month’s worth of food and water, and at least three months accumulated funds to help pay bills and cover regular expenses in case of emergency.
“This sorry sack of left-winged drivel wrote that I was fear mongering, and how did you put it...? My ‘Biblical end of the world conspiracies should go back to the Bible-belt in South Dakota from whence I came.’ That’s it, right, Chad? That and my ultra religious-right mentality is not welcome in Oregon. What a wonderful welcome you provided to me, my family, and my new local business.” I just stare at him in disgust.
“I thought you were an Atheist,” Matt says.
“That I am, Matt. I am and have always been an Atheist. This idiot didn’t bother doing his research. He had no intention of writing a fair article about me or my store. He is just an anti-gun hoplophobe who wanted my store shut down. He doesn’t, or should I say he didn’t, see any reason for my store to exist.” I turn back to Chad, step up less than a foot away from him, and say, “So what is it? Why are you here right now? I doubt you are here for another article about my store.”
“I’m here for some supplies. And yes, I remember your reply to my article. The editor published it right next to my own piece in the paper, and it nearly cost me my job, you asshole,” Chad says angrily, pointing his finger at me.
“Listen, Chad, even if I liked you, which I obviously do not, you aren’t one of my regular customers, which these four people are. I am going to let them in and buy a few things. I will not let you have anything, and you can write whatever you want about it in your little column section of the paper. You had your chance to get ready for what is coming, and you chose to ridicule and harass me and people like these folks. You should have been more open-minded about the possibility that your government might not have all of the answers for you. And just to put things in better perspective, even if I let you have everything inside of this store, you wouldn’t know what to do with most of it, and would still probably die if you ever had to protect yourself.
“And as for my article, it did
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