Twogood's Drink

Take a full Lemon, cut in half, get Grandma's hand juicer (the one with the ribbed cone with trough to catch the pulp and juice) pick seeds out. Pour both halves into large (and l emphasize large) coffee cup!

Put in a tablespoon and a half of Apple Cider Vinegar!

Put in a tablespoon and a half of Honey!

Now have your Water, boiling hard (old-fashion way) on stove or electric kettle

(no nukers, micro-waves) as fast as possible, transfer boiling water to cup, bring up to 1/4in from top!

Immediately hit the liquid with 3 to 4 shakes of Cayenne Pepper on top!

You'll see the reaction when you hit it with the Cayenne, make sure you get all the cayenne into the liquid and off the rim of the cup or it will raise hell with a person's lips ! Start inhaling fumes as you stir, your sinuses will tell you it's working right off the bat!

Drink as hot as possible and when you get down to the bottom, you'll see the pulp and Cayenne laying there. Now that Cayenne has lost it's heat in the liquid, Drink it All down ! Between 4 to 5 doses ought to suffice in normal cases!

Make sure you have something in your ol belly. It's very acidic!

Best scenario, Take just before nights sleep and another first thing in the morning! Also take as quick as you feel something coming on, try not to let it set up house! GOD Bless, keep your powder dry, and your heads up! Twogood

Well first off I should probably introduce myself!  My name is Mark Twogood.  I was born in the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana in a little town by the name of Hamilton.  Now, Hamilton is just where I was born as it happened to be the closest hospital.  Where I lived and grew up was about 55 miles South of Hamilton on a ranch called French Basin.  There was a little gas station, Post Office and Store all in one that was in an area named Sula. It was another 15 or 16 miles from French Basin to Sula.  What I'm tryin to tell Ya is amenities were few and far between!  We didn't run to town for every bump and scrape. If I remember correctly it had to be pretty much life threatening to involve a trip to town.  Everything else, we fixed it on the ranch!  That is how this ol drink came to my knowledge.  It came from my Grandma Gertrude, Nana to me!

Nana was one of the first white women to come into the Nez Perce Indian Nation on the breaks of the Salmon River.  Nana made the journey to the area she would call home, over the hill in Idaho, by covered wagon. There they built their ranch and raised a family of Twogoods. 

My dad built his ranch in the Bitterroot Mountains in Montana and Grandma would come over the mountains and visit us often.  As I remember it, it didn't necessarily have to be summer time either.  I remember her coming for Thanksgiving, at Christmas and Birthdays too!  This meant she was there in all seasons and inadvertently there was flu's, fevers and down right ugly crud.  Whether Nana was there or not, out would come the "Twogood Drink"!  In better than 65 years of this ol Cowboy's life, 16 years as a professional Cowboy performing at Major events in cities from New York to San Fran and many others in between before returning after the First World Cup of Rodeo in Australia in 1982, this Drink has never failed!

I have used this drink through 35 years of working in Hollywood on cramped film sets, through the oil boom in North Dakota.  Now, if you've ever been on a film set you'll know that you've got 60-80 people all crawling over each other in hot cramped spaces, smoke machines, lights and plenty of Germs!  Within hours every person on set can come down with whatever nasty bug has made its way there.  This drink got us through SARRS and H1N1 on set and every rotten thing in between.

This drink will ride you out of any storm!

Well my friends, I’m not sure how you made it to this site of SocietyofCow.us, but I’m sure glad you did. Chances are it was from the “better than two-hundred-year-old remedy” that I’ve spent the last year and a half using to defeat the "wuhan foo." 'Cause this ol' cowboy wasn't going to hand it out to just anyone and certainly not those of the same mindset as blm or antifa; you know the anarchist burning down the West Coast in Seattle and Portland. And I might add, a whole lot of other cities throughout our Great Nation. And I'll tell you why I was so adamant about that here in a bit! I started this mission by going through Arizona and up through New Mexico through the Navajo Nation, through Gallup, which was completely shut down, and getting it to their law enforcement. Then East to Albuquerque and then North, where I stopped at every pueblo in search of all the elders I could find. Next, I went through Raton and into Colorado, where blm and antifa thugs were burning the capital. I then headed up into the Pine Ridge and Standing Rock Reservations, where all were very receptive to a natural remedy. 'Cause they all had been taught about a certain part of history and are very leery of white-man hospitals and medicine with the smallpox that the government had slipped into the wool blankets way back when! And in reading this old remedy, they could see it was made up of everything they had in their kitchen, except maybe the lemons and they'd get them, but there was nothing in there that would hurt them! And I'll be a son of a gun; the numbers started to fall. Oh the main stream media wasn't tellin' ya, and the government parasites weren't tellin' us and still aren't tellin' us, but people were getting back to me with actual testimonies of the results!

Now here's the bit: When this whole “wuhan foo” started, I was in Northern Arizona. I’d just arrived from the NFR in Las Vegas. My dear childhood family friend wasn’t home when I arrived, so I waited at her little ranch. She’s several years younger than me, not in very good health (due to emphysema and COPD), and on oxygen. It’d gotten really bad just before Thanksgiving, and she’d spent some time in the hospital with it. Her son and daughter-in-law were worried about her being alone at her ranch, ten or fifteen miles away from them. So she’d been at their place, waiting desperately to get back to her little home. When she found out I'd arrived, she knew she’d have help if she got in a bind. You have to understand that she’s an ol' cowgirl and pretty damn set in her ways. Come hell or high water, she was goin’ home!

Well to top it off, her fifteen-year-old grandson brought something home to his grandma. You know how boys are at that age; they always have two or three buddies with them and are into everything with school, dirty hands, and not washing them enough. Sure enough, Marilyn got it. She stayed away from her son and daughter-in-law so they didn’t know she was sick. When they headed back to her ranch, she sat in the back seat so they couldn’t get a good look at her.

When they arrived, I headed from my trailer to the house to see them all. With all the hoopla, I didn’t really notice that she was all that sick at the time. Later, I could see her shuffling the kids out as quickly as possible. And after the dust settled, I went over to her place. Man, did I get a shock; she looked like death warmed over, and you could hear that old death rattle in her chest. I said, “Listen, we’ve got to get onto this immediately or you’re gonna be back in the hospital!” She let out a roar, “Over my dead body!” And I reminded her that it might damn sure be if we don’t get a handle on it! So I told her about an old-time natural remedy that my Grandmother Nanna gave me and the rest of my family anytime there was a need. I’ve never had a case in better than sixty years where this remedy ever failed me! I told her I had all the fixins, except lemons. So I told her I would run to town to get some. Meanwhile, she needed to get something to put in her tummy because the drink is quite acidic. An hour later, I got back and she was pale and sounding worse.

Not wasting time, I headed for the kitchen to prepare the Drink. She was watching Fox News and the breaking story: Pandemic! “Mark,” she said, “Are you listening to this?” I was and replied, “Ya, what are they telling us they’ve concocted now?” I finished making the Drink, gave it to Marilyn, and we sat down to watch the panic. After a bit, ole Marilyn says, “Geez, this doesn’t sound good. I wonder if that’s what I’ve got?” I tried to calm her, being fully convinced that whatever it was, this old drink had never failed me, and it wasn’t about to start now and to remember that!

In the morning, I came in to check on her. She had a restless night of sweating, tossing and turning, and dreams as it was knocking that old fever out of her, but she was now busy vacuuming, getting her house in order, and was full of pep! I said, “Looks like the ol' Drink did the trick.” She replied, “Damn, Twogood, I had kind of a bad night with kicking the fever and all, but this morning I woke up feeling good. I had some breakfast, and made another drink after watching how you made it. It is totally gone! My chest is clear, sinuses are clear, and my energy is like a spring chicken again!”

Now ya remember I told you I was going to tell you the rest of the story about how I got to spreading this Drink throughout the country much like Johnny Appleseed? Well here it goes. A couple of days after it had cured my friend, I came wide awake at three o'clock in the morning in my fifth wheel, and there was this reddish-yellow ball of light in my trailer. It looked like what the sun looks like in the spring out here in rural America at sundown when the farmers are planting their crops or in the fall, when they are taking them off! Well the first thought that hit me was it's time to get up! So I reached up to turn the light on and when I did, everything went to normal and I could see that man, it's still the middle of the night. And then the revelation: this voice said "Tell Your People About The Drink" and that was it! Well, you can imagine I'm darn sure awake now and in a cold sweat! And trust me, I tried to get more, but no, that was it! So for the next couple of days, I think about the whole ordeal and I talk to some of my close friends about it, including my friend that I'd just cured and I called an ol' rodeo buddy of mine, Jimmy Cleveland, who is well-versed in the Bible. There was a pause and he said, "Twogood, I can only help you with the part of it and that's the time! Three o'clock is when the bugles sound, the start of a new day. Now as far as the "Voice," the LORD didn't speak to me, He spoke to you, and only you are going to know how to follow it." And I do, but the trouble I was having was why did He say to tell your people and not say, tell My people? And the answer is, or at least I hope, 'cause I never could get an absolute confirmation on it, but that's not necessarily true. Two or three times throughout my travels when I started to doubt myself, I'd look over to the West and saw the same sun I did that night in my trailer. I got a calmness in my heart and knew my mission was to get it to my Christians, my Conservatives, my Native Americans, my Colored folks, my Asian people, and my Hispanics. Those who had goodness in their soul and believed in the LORD with all of their heart! The others, well I couldn't worry about, 'cause they'd stick to the railroad track with their blinders on and just pooh-pooh it, probably discard it, and go right on like good lockstead sheeples! And never once has America fallen into the fetal position and screamed the sky is falling like they have with this. So the long and the short of it is you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink!

The Drink works!