The crowd pushes forward stomping the guard who shot into the crowd, killing him. His police car is turned onto its side and set on fire.
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The midday news program’s sound bites are;
“Police called to stop mass bank robbery.”
“Bank guard beaten to death as the rich try to withdraw all of their funds trying to avoid paying taxes.”
“The mega rich are trying to steal funds from the needy; they are once again trying to get out of paying their fair share.”
“A Heroic police offer was killed while trying to protect the needy waiting in line to get into their bank while the rich withdrew all of the banks funds.”
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The President and The Speaker of the House meet over lunch, “Mr. Speaker, I hope I can count on you to pass my bills.”
“Mr. President, what does it matter, the Senate is in recess, without the Senate any bills we pass can’t come to your desk for signature, any bills we pass will be sitting waiting for the Senate to return, by the way, what did you do to with the Republican Senators?”
“Mr. Speaker, you pass my bills, and leave the Senate issue to me, I’ll get it through the Senate, once the bills pass and I sign them into law, you will have access to all of the funds you’ll need for your next election. In fact, I can promise you, your opponent will be so flawed you’ll win without having to spend 10% of your funds.”
“Mr. President, I think the country is going to be upset over these bills. I’m not even sure some of these are legal, I think the Supreme Court will overturn most of them.”
“Don’t worry about the Court, I have the Chief Justice in my pocket, some pictures the FBI have, you just pass the bills. By the way, how’s your lunch?”
Chapter 5
At 8:30 AM EDT, four black government DHS Suburbans, pull up to the Pentagon’s closed front gate. This morning there are two Army corporals on guard duty; they are wearing full combat gear including body armor. One has a model 1911 45 caliber sidearm strapped to his leg; the other is holding an M16 at port arms. The one with the sidearm approaches the driver’s window of the first black Suburban, “Good morning, welcome to the Pentagon, how may we be of service?”
“Corporal, I’m TSA special agent, Captain Redstone, I’m here on orders of the President to collect the four people named in the order. Our orders are to collect these four and deliver them to the White House. Here is a copy of our orders.”
“Captain, thank you, please wait one while I call in for instructions.”
“Front guard post calling Captain Grover, over.”
“Corporal, this is Captain Grover, what’s up?”
“Sir, we have four DHS Suburbans at the front gate; they have a written order on White House stationary ordering the four service chiefs to be handed over to them so they can be taken to the White House, their leader is a TSA Captain Redstone.”
“Corporal, did you say TSA Captain?”
“Yes sir.”
“Please ask them to wait one; I’ll be right there with a security team.”
An announcement is heard from the loudspeakers that ring the Pentagon “Quick reaction group 1 to front main gate, code BUSTER, repeat code BUSTER.”
The DHS agents look at each other wondering what code BUSTER means, they figure they’re going to find out very quickly; one of the agents pulls his sidearm out sliding it under his leg, so he’s ready in case code BUSTER turns out to be trouble.
Within three minutes, four Hummers and two LAVs arrive at the main gate; all of the military personnel are wearing full battle gear, all are carrying M4 carbines. Captain Grover walks over to the DHS Suburbans, “Hello, I’m US Marine Captain Grover the Corporal told me, you’re TSA agents, is this information correct?”
“Look Captain, you can clearly see my patch, I’m TSA Captain Redstone, and we have a valid written order so stand aside, open the gate and get out of our way.”
“Captain, the TSA has no jurisdiction here, are all of your people TSA agents?”
“Yes, we are a special TSA quick reaction team, and before you ask, we are armed and we have a ruling from the AG allowing us to enter your facility armed.”
Captain Grover looks concerned; he turns his head to his team saying, “Armed!”
Hearing the word armed, the military security team charges their weapons aiming them at the black Suburbans. Two 50 cal heavy machine guns are charged and aimed at the black Suburbans. TSA Captain Redstone says, “Whoa there Captain, we didn’t do anything wrong, we’re here on written orders, you have to allow us enter. Tell your people to lower their weapons or face arrest by my team for drawing weapons on Federal agents who are here on a legal mission.”
“Captain Redstone, thank you for your interest in visiting the Pentagon, I’m sure you’re aware that the TSA’s mandate is to screen baggage and people who are flying, as neither are happening here at the Pentagon, I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.”
“Look here Captain Grover, we are federal police, we can come and go as we please, now either you open the gate, or we’re going to crash through it, is that clear?”
“Listen to me very clearly TSA Agent Redstone, you have zero jurisdiction here, if you crash through our gate, you will be considered domestic terrorists and dealt with in an appropriate manner, this isn’t an airport, this is a United States Military facility, and we have the means to protect ourselves.”
Captain Redstone, yells, “Grover, you’re full of bullshit," with that he hits the gas of the lead Suburban, crashing through the front gate, brushing Captain Grover aside, knocking him to the ground, the LAVs and Hummers open fire with their M2 heavy machine guns shredding the DHS Suburbans. One catches fire and explodes when the flames reach its leaking gas tank. The Pentagon security troops check the vehicles for survivors, finding none, Captain Grover calls in the report, and he tells his troops to bag the bodies and maintain the current alert status.
The sound of the gunfire sends all of the quick reaction teams into action, they close every barrier, they assume defensive positions to repel anyone trying to break into the Pentagon. People inside the building are sent to safe areas, the senior officers are escorted to underground bunkers. After arriving in the command center bunker and being briefed Marine General Brownstone picks up the red telephone handset which connects him directly with the President. “Mr. President, this is General Brownstone, I’d like to inform you that the Pentagon was attacked today by a group of domestic terrorists. Our security squads successfully beat off the attack; there were no survivors. I’ve sent an alert notice to every Federal Agency, military base, and the Secret Service, to be alert for attackers dressed as TSA agents.”
Before the general can complete his report to the President, the door of the Oval Office opens, four Secret Service agents, two armed with MP5 submachine guns burst into the President’s office, two agents grab the President by his armpits; they start carrying/dragging him down the hall to the bunker’s elevator, saying, “Sir the Pentagon was just attacked, we have to get you to safety, please don’t resist, you’ll be safe once you’re in the bunker.”
“Idiot, I was just talking to General Brownstone when you yanked me out of my chair and ripped the handset out of my hand. Let me go, everything is going to be OK, I think it was just a big misunderstanding.”
“Sorry sir, we have our orders, any armed attack in DC means you have to go into the bunker.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you; it wasn’t an attack.”
“Sir, yes it was, black Suburbans attacked the Pentagon, they drove the front barrier. The military had to kill all of the attackers; there’s no telling how many more of them there could be operating in DC, and you may be the next target.”
The President is dragged screaming to be let go, down the hall, shoved into an elevator and pushed into the bunker under the White House. When he catches his breath, he yells, “Someone get me the Secretary of Home Land Security, I mean right now or y
ou’ll all lose your jobs.”
“The lead Secret Service agent says “Sir, per standard operating procedure he is on a helicopter to Mount Weather, the Vice President is in Colorado, he’s on his way to Cheyenne Mountain, shall I continue?”
“No, just get the Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security on the line for me.”
“Yes sir, line two.”
“Tell me what the hell happened?”
“Mr. President, I don’t know; we sent four Suburbans to the Pentagon; they even had written orders typed on White House stationary, I don’t know what went wrong.”
“Well, find out and get back to me, and get me out of this bunker.”
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The Speaker of the House holds a meeting with a majority of the membership to discuss the upcoming new bills. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I met with the President yesterday who gave me a list of the bills he’s sponsoring and wants us to pass. I’m passing you all a list to you, let’s discuss them one at a time.
The Congressman from the sixth district of New York stands yelling, “John, what is this pile of cat crap? Citizenship for illegals currently in the country? Mandating home workers join a union and pay dues? Making Common Core the law of the land? Increasing welfare payments while cutting Social Security? Creating a national holiday for Islam? John, I can’t support any of these, I would be voted out of office so fast my head would spin, hell I would be recalled. Most of us would be.”
“Congressman, I wouldn’t worry about that, keep reading, one bill forbids recalls of elected officials.”
“John, NO, and I mean DAMN NO, there’s no way I’m even going to listen to any more of this bullshit, what did he give you to support this bag of cat crap? Did he offer you some juicy Ambassadorship?”
“Congressman, either we pass them or he’ll do it by executive order.”
“I say, let him try it, we should go ahead and just impeach him, we’ve had an agreement, that once the midterm elections were held we would impeach the SOB, why haven’t you called for a vote? Could it be because you sold out? I make a motion we vote for a new Speaker.”
“Congressman don’t get carried away; you’ll get your vote for impeachment once the full Senate is convened.”
“John, when will that be? Where are the Republican Senators?”
“They are in a safe place; I was told there were many death threats made against them, and the DHS felt they had to move them to a safe and secure location for their safety.”
“If we don’t pass this list are we next?”
“Now Congressman, why would you ask such a thing?”
“Because the SOB in the White House is more of a dictator than he is President. My people sent me here to impeach him, not support him.”
“Calm down, we will hold our impeachment vote, but who said it has to be now? Why not milk this until right before the 2016 elections?”
“By then it’ll be too late, look at the damage he’s doing to our country, another 18 months of him and we’ll be a fourth world country. The damage will be so great; we’ll never recover.”
“Let’s take a vote, all those in favor of putting the impeachment on hold? Opposed?”
The vote is close, but the older and more experienced members carry the vote, the impeachment will be announced, but slow pedaled to just before the 2016 elections.
The Speaker says, “I’m going to start bringing these new bills to the floor for very limited debate tomorrow. Each member may have five minutes to speak on each bill. However, I want nothing aired that will embarrass us.”
“Mr. Speaker, that’s not a debate.”
“Those are my rules.”
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Pulling out of the station I notice we’re being pulled over by a Sherriff, “Ron, I’m going to pull over and see what he wants, do you want to handle the questions? You were one of them.”
“Brad, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pull my ball cap down over my face and just sit here, you handle it, if they recognize me, they may go harder on you.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Just cool it and don’t give the officer a hard time.”
The Sheriff walks over to my window, which I roll down, “Hello Sheriff, is something wrong?”
“License, registration and insurance card.”
“Officer, why did you pull me over?”
“Just give me your ID.”
I hand over the requested ID and wait. “Ron, what’s going on?”
“Brad, not sure, let’s see what he says when he returns. Right now he’s running your data through the police network.”
“Sir, are you carrying any firearms on your person or in your car?”
“No I’m not.”
“You, in the passenger seat, show me your ID.”
Ron, whispers, “Officer unless I’ve committed a crime, I don’t have to give them to you,”
“OK, both of you out of the car.”
We notice the second officer is standing behind my car with his hand on his sidearm as we exit the car a second sheriff’s car pulls in behind the first one whose stopped us. The two new officers walk towards us, saying, “What’s going on, are they giving you a hard time?”
“Sergeant, they are asking us questions.”
“The large sergeant reaches out; he slams my head against the roof of my car, “When you’re given an order by a sheriff you follow it, do you understand me? Don’t talk unless spoken to.”
“Was he armed?”
“He said no. However, his right eye blinked when he answered, I think he’s lying.”
“Sounds like just cause to me, he must have been hiding a weapon in the car, you have cause to tear the car apart to find a weapon.”
“Yes sergeant.”
Ron and I stand there with our hands on my car’s hood watching the four sheriffs tear my car apart looking for a weapon that isn’t there. Two hours later, I have a trashed car; my seats have been ripped open, door panels cut apart; the headliner slit in four places, the carpet torn up and my console ripped out of the car, Parts of my dashboard are lying on the ground near us. The initial officer approaches me, saying, “Well guess you were correct; you didn’t have any weapons in the car. You should be careful about breaking the new national curfew; you could get hurt.”
“Officer, what about my car?”
“What about it? We had cause to perform a search. Let me remind you, there are four of us, if you file a complaint, it’ll be tossed because all four of us will swear we found your car this way we were concerned for your safety, so we pulled you over to ensure you were safe and not being held against your will.”
“That’s total bullshit! You tore my car apart; you caused thousands of dollars in damage.”
“Hope you can prove it, by the way, we did find your cell phone in the console, it’s a shame it fell on the street and broke. The two of you can move along now, by the way, we don’t consider your car safe to drive; get the interior repaired before you drive it again.”
The two sheriff’s cars leave, I’m almost crying, my car, my toy, something I washed and waxed every week, babied since new is trashed, and the outside has hundreds of scratches from the sheriff’s leaning equipment against my fenders and lying equipment on the hood, roof, and trunk.
“Ron, is there anything I can do?”
“Yes, I’ll help you repair the damage, I have a couple of contacts who used to strip cars, I’m sure I can help get you a good deal getting the car repaired. As far as going after the sheriff’s department, forget it. Even if you get a settlement, you’ll be a target; if you cross the street wrong, you’ll be arrested. You don’t want to be on their wrong side.”
“Ron, when you guys act without any oversight it sure sucks.”
“Not me, I tried to follow the rules, the problem is when the ‘Oath Keepers’ left, the thugs remained, things are going to get much worse. If I had my way, none of them would have ever been hired they are all drunk with p
ower and what they can get away with. I’m telling you, don’t cross them, you can’t win.”
“Damn, I was saving money for a .50 caliber rifle, there goes that dream.”
“Brad, what were you going to do with it in 60 days?”
“I could have good standoff range to service my targets. Don’t go get all logical on me. Want to stop for a beer?”
“I suggest we get home since we’re still in breach of the new curfew.”
“Spoilsport, OK, let’s go, I hope one of the springs in the seats bites your butt. I’d love to burn your uniform.”
“No you don’t, the day may come when I can I put it on again, one never knows what the future holds, come on over I have a case of beer I haven’t even started yet.”
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The morning news program’s sound bites are;
“A deal is near to end illegal immigration.”
“House, to agree to stop recalls, will save the country hundreds of millions of dollars.”
“The hot rumor says the House will propose a bill to equalize all religions and install new holidays that will honor all religions.”
“Union membership and benefits for all.”
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The President and his Attorney General meet over breakfast in the executive dining room, “Mr. President, I have an executive order drafted as you requested outlawing additional states to be created, hence shutting down the 51st state initiative in Colorado, the Western Maryland and Northern New York breakaway actions. This executive order doesn’t solve the issue with Texas. Their Governor is correct; they had the right to leave the union at any time.”
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