SeaTac Airport – Chapter 2
Preview from Ron and Bruno: Against the Doctatorship
Bruno met me at the airport. He knew I’d need guidance since they were under lockdown. It was the first time I’d been anywhere that had a population of obedient maskers. I was used to defying lockdown orders. I never wore a mask. I wouldn’t get vaxed. And there was no way I was going to supply papersto any government official.
“You’ll need to put on a mask.” The security officer at baggage claim said.
Bruno could see me from where he stood on the other side of baggage claim. He was shaking his head and putting his finger over his lips shushing me. But when it came to my freedoms it didn’t take much to set me off.
The security officer asked me again. “Mask?”
“Oh, you mean the Mask of the Beast?” I said.
He just looked at me, silent. I put on my mask which had large red letters that spelled out Lamb of God in Hebrew.
“What’s that say?” He whispered to me.
I figured since he whispered, he wanted to keep it between the two of us, so I whispered back.
“It says, Lamb of God, in Hebrew.”
Still whispering, he said:
“There are supposed to be 144,000 of us. I’ve been reading a lot about that. Do you have an extra?”
I handed him one.
“God bless you.” He said, no longer whispering.
“I’ll take that as a real blessing.” I replied. “Remember me in your prayers. My name is Ron”
“Okay, Ron. Just call me Hank. Looks like you got a friend waiting for you in baggage claim.”
“Yeah, Hank. I better be going. Nice meeting you.”
I nodded my head to Hank as if tipping a hat, a custom I’d picked up in Arizona. Then I walked over to where Bruno was, but not before getting a good look at Hank’s name tag: Captain Henry Lewis. I repeated the name in my head and to remember, I associated it with John Henry the hard driving man and Joe Lewis the champ. You never know when you might meet a person again. Remembering a person’s name is an act of neighborly love.
Bruno was nervously pacing at the baggage claim.
“I thought you were gonna get yourself arrested.” He said.
“As if what you thought wasn’t obvious.” I replied. “I saw you pacing back and forth like a guard dog locked inside a junkyard fence.”
“Got any other poetry for me?” Bruno asked.
“Well, I got the best book of poems right here.”
I held up my Bible and smiled, looking around me as I said it. A woman with cropped hair and overalls glared at me across the concourse.
“Ah, Seattle. Good to be back where the women hate me and aren’t afraid to let me know.”
“So why’d that cop stop you for so long.” Bruno asked.
“He wanted to know what my mask said and then asked for one.”
“So, what does it say?” Bruno asked.
“It’s Hebrew. It says, Lamb of God.” I said.
“And what’s that mean?” He asked.
“The Bible says about Christians in the end times, that they shall see His face, and His name shall be between their eyes.”
I paraphrased the verse.
“Better give me one too.” He said.
Once we exited the airport doors, I expected to see people walking without masks. But there wasn’t a person in sight without one. Even the maintenance workers on the tops of buildings were wearing masks.
“Tyranny!” I shouted to Bruno.
“It’s the shits.” He replied.
“No, it’s not the shits.” I said. “I think Jesus is coming soon and that’s fantastic.”
“Well, you can think whatever you like, Ron, but today, it’s the shits.”
And Bruno was right.
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