There is a house that is high on the hill. Its lights are on and it is meant to be a shining example for all the world to see. But no one is home, and ‘We the people,’ no longer live there.

Jericho lost his device from his work-station. He searched everywhere but finally had to report the loss.

“Unable to track,” the automated voice of the screen said, “You will receive a new device in three days.”

All-day Jericho remained distracted, anxious, eventually growing sick to his stomach, profusely sweating and trembling uncontrollably. His productivity dropped below 10 percent, triggering an alert from Human Resources.

That night, Jericho couldn’t sleep and was found wandering the hallways of his apartment complex talking into his shoe. He remains in the psych-ward, a poster child for why carelessness is frowned on by the State.

Newly elected Republican Nevada Assemblywoman Annie Black of Mesquite, Nevada was in Washington D.C., in support of President Donald Trump when the Capitol Building was stormed.

“I’ve attended over a dozen Trump rallies over the past few years, including the one in Bullhead City in October,” Black wrote in an op-ed. “They’ve been nothing but peaceful, fun events. Wednesday’s started out that way … but went horribly and tragically wrong.”

“Regardless, I don’t care if they were Antifa, rogue Trump supporters, white nationalists (or) whatever,” she continued. “Those who rioted inside the Capitol should be identified, arrested, charged, prosecuted and severely punished.”

The Democratic Legislative Campaign Committee, which works to elect Democrats to positions in state legislatures, called for Black’s resignation, along with 11 other state legislators from around the country the organization said were involved in the chaos.

“There is blood on the ground at Capitol Hill and Republicans have nothing to say about their own elected officials who cheered on the rioters,” said Jessica Post, president of the Democratic Legislative Campaign Committee in a statement. “There must be consequences for these shameful actions.”

Nevada Assembly Speaker Jason Frierson, D-Las Vegas, and Assembly Minority Leader Robin Titus, R-Wellington, released a joint statement stating that it would be “disappointing to learn of any elected leader at any level of government participating in violent or criminal activities.”

“Nevada families deserve representatives who take their duty to uphold the fabric of our democracy with the level of seriousness it demands,” the statement read. “Any activities deemed criminal should be handled by law enforcement and any actions taken against any member will be carefully considered if appropriate, but we will not be distracted from doing the work Nevadans elected us to do to get through these unprecedented times.”

No one in either party called for Gov. Steve Sisolak’s resignation following a video that aired on KTNV, where at about the 5:56 mark, Sisolak says, “To those who will be out on our streets asking to be seen and asking to be heard, I thank you.”

This comes right after acknowledging that LVMPD Officer Shay Mikalonis was shot in the head and left paralyzed by a Black Lives Matter rioter. Sisolak then went on to call for police to be “patient” with the rioters.

Edgar Samaniego has since been arrested and charged with the shooting of Mikalonis.

“Man always thinks he can save himself,” she stated as she pointed at the shuttered lifeguard tower.

Five or more years ago, I was being told I was full of shit and called nothing but a conspiracy theorist when I asked, “Are they planning a massive die-off?” after I first noted this sort of stuff being obtained by various state authorities, then stored away. Now suddenly, from the Las Vegas Sun, today:

Expert: Southern Nevada was fortunate in procuring the portable metal containers early in the pandemic because jurisdictions throughout the country are now competing for ways to store bodies awaiting burial or cremation.

From the news article itself:

Funeral homes and the county coroner in Las Vegas are preparing for a post-holiday spike in coronavirus deaths by adding storage space — including refrigerated trailers with special shelving — for corpses. In case of a surge, one container was left in the coroner’s office parking lot in mid-December. It’s not being used but could add space for up to 60 bodies in addition to the 100 inside the morgue.

So fucking sick of being right and yet the one to have to back down because no one tells the goddamned truth in the media anymore.

“Jus’ fucking shoot me now! No one gets it. No one really cares. Not even my wife. And no, I don’t want the blindfold, nor do I need a cigarette. My nerves are jus’ fine. Okay, I’ll take the blindfold, you insistent, Bastard! The yellow one, please. Make it quick.”

She danced alone, joy-filled and without abandon, in a space left wild and untouched by casted shadow. Her difficulties, it was decided by the State, would be resolved by 35mg of Adderall per day.

A simple tent revival scam was all it was ever supposed to be, all it had ever been. But this time it wasn’t and I know I’ll never see anything like it again – ever.

Sitting in the second row, I watched as Sister Laurel took the stage like she had so many times before. And I was there in the audience, an unseeing shill, like so many times before.

What happened next is a mystery. Sister Laurel prayed, sang, shouted, and danced like she usually would but then she stopped cold, grew rigid, head back, gurgling before she began to shake violently before regaining herself.

“Must be something new added at the last minute,” I thought, noting that the yokels didn’t seem to be buying into her act.

Then Sister Laurel made an altar call and she began to heal those not in on our gag.

They walked, leaving canes, crutches, and wheelchairs, dancing in the aisles. Others began to speak though mute all their lives, to see for the first time, and still other’s to hear.

Like I said, I’ve never seen anything like it – and never will again – as the blind woman next to me began to see.

They demand attention. They demand money. They demand liberty. They refuse to listen and they are not listening now. Nothing to be said, no voice left, only tears for the coming days.  An ends to their means. Unplug those ears, Peasant, and listen!

At first glance, a child’s stuffed toy, lost. Closer inspection reveals something more. A poor soul, separated from its collective. With no one to say which way to turn, what to do, how to think, it surrendered and fell down. It lays there still, afraid to move.