Freedom vs.Tyranny

by Ira J. Tabankin

  The next day dawns bright and clear. However, there are subtle differences, ones, most people starting their day miss. For example, in New York City a large number of young people start to gather on the Upper East Side, in Miami, groups gather in the wealthy areas, in fact, in every city group’s small and large start to gather. All have been given coded instructions through social networks. The various groups go to their instructed locations where they pick up banners, professionally painted signs, some of which still have wet paint on them. DHS has had people working all night printing the maps, organizing the people, getting the messages out, printing the signs and banners. Everything had to be timed perfectly so that the press recorded everything. Loyal members of the press had been contacted in the middle of the night and told to be at specific locations at specific times in almost every major city. The only cities that are going to be left alone are Hollywood and Beverly Hills. The President had reached an agreement with the Hollywood stars to ensure they were left alone in exchange for their support and making propaganda films. The President ordered a series of direct to video and direct to the internet movies using his movie star and director donors to explain in very simple terms where the Republicans and the Tea Party are wrong, why terms limits for any office is a bad idea. The movies and videos explain that if term limits were in place, every few years there would be a mass turnover in Congress. The country would lose the experience; experience that’s required to move bills through Congress. If the country lost this experience, it would be dangerous to the country. By the time, newly elected officials figure out where the restrooms are; their terms would be up, and the process will have to start all again. In the late 1930’s the Nazi’s created very successful propaganda movies to turn the population against the Jews, this time the President and his advisors have twenty-first-century computer technology on their side. The President is making movies that rewrite history making the viewers believe what they see really happened.

  At 7:45AM The press arrives at the locations they were told to be at, in order to get exclusive stories, no reporter in their right mind, (assumes reporters start out in their right minds, which they don’t) would ever refuse the chance for a real exclusive. The reporters wonder what the special story is. The reporters spend a couple of minutes checking their cameras, sound levels, the lighting and making sure every hair on their heads is perfect. When out of nowhere comes screaming and chanting, “Down with the 1%, the 1% have robbed America blind.” Hundreds of people carrying banners and signs start down the major streets in the upper-income areas of each city. (No one questioned why all of the signs and banners said the same thing) A few of the reporters yawn, thinking to themselves, “Just another occupy rip off. What a waste of time.” What’s different this time is the crowd starts attacking the homes and office buildings owned by the rich? They break into the homes, they break all of the windows. The mob drags the owners out of their homes. The mob ties the owners to trees in their front yards; they are forced to watch their homes looted, torn apart and then set ablaze. They’re forced to watch their famous works of art burned in front of them, their designer clothing, their $1,000 a pair of shoes, their $5,000 suits; everything is burned to ashes in front of the crying and begging owners. A small group of people stand in front of the owners, saying, “You have been judged and found guilty by the people. Guilty of not paying your fair share, you are guilty of stealing resources from the average American, you are guilty of wasting resources, we the people have judged you guilty, and your punishment is the loss of your belongings so you can suffer like the rest of us have. You’ve raped us so you could get rich while we the people got poorer. We lost our jobs; we lost our homes; we lost our savings while you took everything from us. You are going to learn what suffering is, we the people have judged you and found you guilty. As you’ve raped us, we are going to rape your wives and daughters. You will be marked for life as a 1%.” A hot poker is taken from the fire; the poker is a brand that says 1%, when it’s white hot the brand is pushed against the owner’s foreheads. The rich scream from the burning pain, those around the owners can smell the owner's flesh burn from a hot poker. Most of the rich pass out, they are left tied to the trees in their front yards. House by house the mob goes, burning the mansions to the ground, every owner is branded. The children of the wealthy owners are taken by the mob to be given to a poor family so they can understand the suffering their parents caused the rest of the country.

  Office buildings owned by the wealthy have their glass windows smashed 1% is painted on the building’s walls in human manure. Every bank along the mob’s path has their windows broken, their signs torn down, and “THIEF” spray painted on their walls. The mob moves from building to building; the street is covered in broken glass, every store owned by the wealthy is looted, their inventory is tossed into the middle of the street and set on fire. Every car parked along the streets has their windows smashed, people jump onto the roofs and hoods, jumping up and down denting the sheet metal beyond repair. Many of the cars have gasoline poured on them and set on fire causing them to explode when the flames reach the gas tanks.

  The reporters can’t believe what they’re watching, wanton destruction, burning, smashing and destroying everything in the mobs path. Dragging people out of their homes, trying them in people’s courts and branding and raping them is more than some of the reporters can take. What if it the mob reaches their homes? Could they be next? Could they lose everything they own too?

  One of the older reporters looks around at the scene in front of him, he tells his camera man, “This is worse than the Kristallnacht in 1938. Than 91 Jews were killed, today a lot more could die, where are the police? Where is the fire department?” The reporter’s grandfather told him the story of Kristallnacht; his grandfather still had the tattoo on his forearm when he died. The reporter knows in his gut this was set up by someone very high up in government. He thinks, who could pull together all of the resources to organize mobs around the country? Who could have signs and banners printed up in a short time? Who could have supplied the addresses of the mega-wealthy? Who’s powerful enough to make sure the police and fire departments stayed out of the area? He knows he can’t ever mention his assumptions on the air or his career will end before he completes his report. In 1938 Germany, the Nazi party setup Kristallnacht to start a war against the Jews, he knows today’s event is the government formalizing a massive propaganda war against the 1%. He knows the Federal Government must be behind this; a week before the President addresses both houses of Congress and the world; he knows who’s behind it. What he doesn’t know is how to explain it to the world so they’ll understand what’s going on. He wishes Rash and Glenn were still alive; they would see right through the smoke screen and tell the world what was going on. He sat on the curb watching the chaos going on all around him. A feeling of deep sadness washes over him. The sadness comes from watching his country burn and die in front of him. Sadness and helpfulness fill him. He was happy his grandfather hadn’t lived long enough to see this day; first his grandfather wouldn’t have believed it could happen in America and second because the sight would break his heart and kill him. The last thought the reporter had before a rock struck him on the forehead was, history does repeat itself.

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  At 2:00 PM the four US Military service commanders gather in the War Room under the Pentagon, two are drinking coffee; one is sipping a diet coke, and the other is waiting, waiting for the others to speak. General Simpson sits down saying, “Gentlemen I’m sure we’ve all seen the news. The riots, the burning, the wanton destruction, the raping, the branding. Where were the police, where were the fire departments? We all know this was a created mob, an event that has the fingerprints of our friends over at DHS all over it. DHS wasn’t alone in pulling this off; there’s only one person who could have ordered this and gotten away with it, he’s the only person who hasn’t said a word about it. There’s total silence from the White House. We started a discussion a week
ago asking if our Commander and Chief can also be a domestic enemy. As far as I’m concerned the question has been answered.”

  General Bracken looked around the table; he looked down at his empty glass of water. “How can the Commander in Chief be our enemy? The oath we swore when we enlisted said we agreed to follow the orders of our Commander in Chief and the officers appointed over us. I can’t come to grips with the President being an enemy of the country. I can’t. I’ve tried; I went for a walk at lunch to see firsthand the damage and the wanton destruction. I saw it; I agree that someone in the government had to have given tassel approval for this to have happened. I saw it with my own eyes, but I can’t figure out how we got here and why the CIC would allow this to have happened let alone have a hand in it. I can’t agree right now that he’s the enemy of the country.”

  Admiral Zander sadly responds, “General, what about the gun grab, isn’t he breaking the Constitution, isn’t he breaking the second amendment?”

  General Bracken, looked the Admiral eye to eye saying, “Admiral, we all know something had to be done. There were more shootings in Chicago last year than in Afghanistan. More children died in drive-by shootings than we lost troops in an active war zone. Don’t you agree something had to be done?”

  General Simpson replied, “General, taking guns away from the law-abiding will leave guns only in the hands of criminals, do you want the law abiding citizens to be defenseless?

  “General, can’t the damn DHS get ALL of the guns off the streets?”

  “General, you know damn well; not everyone will turn them in, remember your history, the British thought the same thing, if they could disarm the colonies than the colonies couldn’t revolt. Our forefathers wrote the second not for hunting, but for times like these. What are you going to say if he decides to run for a third term?”

  “Admiral, he wouldn’t dare, the people wouldn’t stand for that.”

  “Really? In many schools, the Constitution isn’t even taught any longer, how would most know he’s breaking the law, how many laws has he broken and gotten away with? Who’s going to stop him?”

  “Listen, if we do this, America is no better than any other third rate dustbin country we’ve all fought in, the American military does NOT overthrow a sitting President. Congress has to impeach him. We can’t do it through the use of force, Admiral, Generals; we can’t do this. Hell I’m not even sure we discussing it is legal. If you don’t mind, I will take my leave from you. I can’t sit here and be a party to this discussion.”

  After making his statement, the four-star General of the US Air Force stands and leaves the Pentagon bunker.

  Admiral Zander turns to his two counterparts and friends are asking, “What do we do now? We need his assets. I don’t want my pilots fighting with the Air Force. I don’t want my ships being hunted by B52s. I don’t want to hunt B2s flying combat missions over America. I also don’t want him to have control of our strategic forces. If things turn to crap Russia or China may decide the time is right to take us on, we need to have total control of our strategic forces. Generals, I’m about to suggest something that tastes like my mouth is full of dog crap.”

  “Admiral don’t say it, I think we all know what you’re about to say, I’m 99.99% sure these walls don’t have ears, but, don’t even breath it. I’d like to take a short break.”

  The three men agree to take a short break so they can check their messages to see if anything critical is happening. General Simpson pulls a secure cell phone from his uniform pocket, he presses a speed dial stored number, “Captain Grover, I have a class A1 mission for you, do you remember our little chat a week ago?”

  “General, of course, I do, is it time to execute plan, angel?”

  “Captain Grover, execute op plan angel within the next 24 hours.”

  “WILCO”

  Both parties hang up; the General stops at the men’s room to wash his hands, he then grabs a fresh mug of coffee before returning to the War Room, the other two officers look at him. He smiles and says, “I think it’s time to execute Op Plan Brimstone.”

  “All three look at each other and nod; Admiral Zander says I agree, General the Navy is ready to execute Op Plan Brimstone.”

  “General, Admiral, the Marines confirm and are ready to execute Op Plan Brimstone.”

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  Ron and I are trying to figure out where to hide our weapons, “Ron, I still think Jake can hide them, I’m telling you his farm site is huge, he has over 100 acres, he has lots of old tractors and fuel tanks all over his land. A few more bits of metal aren’t going to make any difference. Plus, look at the news, there’s no way I’m going to be unarmed if those animals enter our neighborhood. I’ll take down as many of them I can before they get to my house, won’t you do the same?”

  “Brad, I understand your feelings about the mobs. As to Jake, I wish, I pray you’re right. I happen to know the DHS is going to check millions of acres for buried metal just in case someone tried to bury a weapon of mass destruction, they would be able to compare any differences, in fact, they don’t even have to lift a finger, their supercomputers will scan the images to check for differences in the pixels. I worry the feds will nail Jake and hence us. They have a list of most of the militia members; Jake is on their list. I checked with a friend; your name isn’t on their list. If it were I, would have to break off contact with you.”

  “What the fuck do you mean Jake’s on their list, and I’m not, I thought you resigned from the force, how do you know who’s on their lists and who isn’t? Have you been playing me?”

  “I did resign. However, I still have friends. Don’t you still have friends in companies you left or got fired from? I’m NOT playing you.”

  “Well, OK. You’re sure Jake’s on their list?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I need to alert him.”

  “How are you going to do that, I’m sure he’s being watched.”

  “We have a way to send and receive information in case your old friends decided to take too much of an interest in us. I’ll go first thing tomorrow; I need to get my hair cut anyway.”

  “I’m not sure I understand, and I know I don’t want to know. It doesn’t answer the question of how or where to hide our guns.”

  “Ron, I have an idea, take my house, where would you look if you were still a sheriff? Tell me everywhere you would look that tells me where not to hide them.”

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  In cities across America, rallies are held to show support for the poor innocent children killed by the militia outside of Baltimore. In Oakland California, the march started very peacefully, people holding banners and singing, “Give Peace a Chance.” Preachers holding hands with children march singing together. The march is led by the Reverend Allen Sharkton, he made sure he was in the lead whenever there are cameras recording the event, he had to ensure his place in history. He knew he was destined to lead the change of society; he was put here for a reason, to rise the “Black Nation” above the slaving, thieving white race. He’s more than a race baiter; he is a full blown racist. In fact, he paid a group of bikers to dress up in various forms of camo and attack the march in ten minutes so he could use his pulpit on television to blame racist whites for keeping his black brothers and sisters down. The reality is he didn’t care one whit about bettering the lives of those who lived in the inner cities; he only cared about lining his own pockets, anything that brought him additional money, power and fame are all he cared about. Hence, the deaths of a few of his black brothers and sisters are only a means to his ends.

  Eight minutes later gunshots ring out, three people in the front line of the parade fall dead. Panic erupts in the crowd; people start running in all directions, some in the crowd, who brought weapons with them, start returning fire in the direction they thought the attack was coming from. A problem for the marchers is the bikers are in a V formation. The parade walked right into the biker’s killing ground; the bikers opened fire towards the crowd; many of
their shots hit people in the crowd who are running for cover, the bikers each got five shots off before they took off, one of their shots hit the Reverend in his ass as he turned to leave the killing ground. The Reverend fell screaming for someone to help him. People ran in all directions; five people ran right over the Reverend, who lay on the street bleeding from the wound in his ass. The bullet entered at an angle breaking his hip; he couldn’t move. He thought to himself; I’m going to enjoy watching the damn bikers die a slow and painful death, the assholes weren’t supposed to shot me. Damn, it hurts. Before the last biker left, he saw the Reverend go down, he smiled and looked through the scope mounted on his AR 15, he thought to himself, if I kill him we won’t get the other half of our money, screw it, I’ll never get a better chance. He waited till Reverend Sharkton lifted his head to cry for help; he heard a crack, never feeling the bullet that entered his head. The bikers laughed all the way to Mount Shasta.

  When the President was informed Reverend Sharkton had been killed in the peaceful march in Oakland he said, “Enough is enough, I don’t think we can wait a few more days for my address; get the Speaker on the line, I’m moving up my speech. The nation needs to hear from me. The nation needs my leadership. Our people need guidance; they need our help. I have my place in history staring at me. Make the arrangements for me to hold the address tomorrow night.”

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  The 11:00 PM News sound bites are;

  “Reverend Sharkton is killed in a peaceful march in Oakland.”

  “The entire country mourns for the loss of the good Reverend Sharkton.”

  “The President is so moved by the loss of the Reverend he’s moving up his address to tomorrow.”

  “President announces a national week of mourning for the Reverend, all banks, and Federal Government offices will be closed for the week.”