I'm not drinking again until this goddamn war is over

I'm serious this time

“I always wanted to be a dentist from the time I was in High School, and I was accepted to dental school in the spring of 1972.”—Mark Spitz

In November of 2019 I decided on a booze break. Go a day and see how it feels. Ease into it. The first week breezed by, but Christmas season was almost here and that is a big-time boozing celebration. Could I possibly make it until Christmas? If I do what are the chances of making it through the family function drink fests? There’s Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day and if any present needs Chinese assembling how do you figure out the translation without beer, or whiskey?

Cut to the chase. I make it through all the over celebrating for a person nobody has seen for over four, maybe five thousand years but he died for my sins. That alone is champagne worthy. I refrain. At this point I’m pretty cocky. Look at me everyone I’m the only one not intoxicated. One thing I noticed about not drinking at a party is everyone expects you to get them another beer, another glass of wine, or a shot of whiskey. What the fuck is that all about? I started changing up their order. If they asked for a beer, I brought them a bowl of corn chips.

I make it all the way until February 29, 2020. Four months. Look at me. My neighbor had secretly joined me. He came over and told me after he saw me strolling around my front yard with a glass of red wine. He’s back to a bottle of wine a day sometimes two. Happily vaccinated and boostered.

February 29, 2020 is leap year. A special day. My mother was born on this day. Number 29, 2+9=11. MAGIC to these ritualistic satanic freak creatures. It’s a simple plan if we all go along with it--willingly commit suicide. I climbed out of my hot tub on Feb 29, dried off and poured myself a strong drink, no ice. My drinking streak ended. I believe it was sometime around 10:12AM. Does magic ever go terribly wrong?

After the Seattle Seahoax lost their first-round playoff game I decided I’m going to take another booze break. Ease into it. It took three strong beers to get through that awful game and if it would have gone into extra innings, I had plans to switch out to something stronger. Something to take me over the edge. Throw me off the fucking cliff Wiley coyote style.

I watched people leave the bar looking like they had just been raped. It wasn’t the game. It was the bar tab. Hey, but look at us now. Two years ago we weren’t even aloud into the bar. And then the following year we had to show our commit suicide card to get in. Masks were required but only to walk in. Once seated you can take off the mask because the virus can’t get you while sitting, drinking and eating. That’s science baby. Don’t question it. Nobody in the bar had on a Brett Farve jersey. I almost wore it.

Would you like to buy it?

It’s been 16 days since I’ve tasted a luscious, IPA beer. Jack Torrance once said, “I’d give anything for a drink. I’d give up my goddamn soul for just a glass of beer.” That’s a little over the top and Jack needs some mental help. At one time the evil fucks were giving things away to anyone who would take the shot. A McDonald’s meal, $50,000, a gun, a lap dance from a stripper, but I don’t think they ever gave away any beer. This shows just how stupid they are. There’s a lot of Jack Torrance’s out there willing to give up their soul for a beer. Dumbfucks.

I’m kicking around this idea, DON’T HAVE A DRINK UNTIL THIS WAR IS OVER AND THOSE FUCKERS ARE SWINGING FROM A ROPE. Oh, what a drink that will be. A drink for humanity. They should use hemp rope. They should use hemp for everything. I learned when I was young whatever the government is afraid of is good for us. I think I was six.

One of the reasons I started the VRR was to keep them in fear or attempt to. Let them know we are aware they are attempting to murder us. Let them know they are murdering us. This is creating a serious amount of fucking rage. Repeatedly throw the Nuremberg Code in their face. Repeatedly ask them for their definition for the word safe. Repeatedly ask them the question Senator Roberts asked, “HOW IN THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT TO GET AWAY WITH IT?” I remember a scene from the movie Willard. Willard took all of his rats to some fucking asshole who had been shitting on him. He had a lot of built-up rage. He opened up a briefcase filled with rats and shouted, “TEAR’EM UP.” A new form of capital punishment perhaps.

I like my timing. I stopped drinking four months before the war started and I stop drinking four months before the war ends and they are all arrested and punished. Shit. This means I can’t have a beer until May of 2023. It goes fast doesn’t it? Next month will be my one year, “YOU’RE FIRED,” anniversary. That went fast. It’s also the official anniversary of The Vaccine Reaper Report. I didn’t creat a Substack until August because my Mac needed a major update and the piece of shit browser wasn’t able to access Substack.

I’m confident something will happen in 2023. I’ve recorded a ghost train racing down my street numerous times now, most recent was yesterday morning at around 3AM. I’ve compared the audio graphs and they are almost the same. Random days, random times, same sound. That’s impossible. Who is the conductor--the Reaper? At the 3AM train passing a pair of Great Horned owls were also recorded. Is there a connection? I’ll have to science that now. The owl visits for just the month of January 2023 have greatly exceeded every January in years past. I think I’ve recorded them at least ten times this month. A typical year is 13 or 14 times. 2022 was over 100.

A vaccinated family member is sick again. It’s the vaccinated cold from hell. My wife and I both caught colds on the same day. Covid-19 fear was sweeping through the Huggins household. Two days later it was gone and we went on a 10 mile hike. Definitely beer worthy. I think this is about the fifth time this double jabbed and boosted family member has caught the Covid 19 vaccinated cold from hell. Will their vaccinated immune system suddenly get better than it was prior to vaccination? Isn’t that what they were led to believe? Does science ever calculate rage into their formula’s? They should. They probably will after this is over.

Yesterday I attached a song by the 5^th dimension onto the article. It was one of the members birthdays, Ron Townson. He was born in 1933. The same year as Klaus Shwab thing was born, the same year the song Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf was released. I also discovered it was one of my classmate’s birthdays.

A very high chance he’s vaccinated. If you want to attend a rock concert you have to be vaccinated. Remember those days? I believe that is called coercion. A government tactic still being used in Washington State on this day January 30, 2023. They know it’s a violation of the Nuremberg Code and they are willing to get arrested, get convicted, go to the gallows in an attempt to save you from catching the Covid-19 virus and ending up on a ventilator. Readers that is how fucking stupid they are.

Time: 7:37AM

Temperature: 28 degrees

Tip of the day: Hummingbirds are the first to awake and the last to go to bed. On nights when you know it will freeze bring the hummingbird feeders indoors, but get them back out before dawn. They will love you forever.

I’ll be back. It’s early. I’m not clocking out of the war today. I’m going to single handedly attempt to end it today. At least I tried.

Here’s the 5^th dimension ladies attempting to coerce me into drinking their daddy’s wine—Boones Farm.