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Lieutenant Jim Gallegos (Iranian War Vet)
The former Marine earned his Purple Heart when Iranian bullets tore into him during the ill-fated Operation Urgent Unicorn invasion of the Iranian coast. Gallegos’s unit’s mission was to seize an oil refinery, but the plan was confused and interference from Clinton administration officials back in Washington prevented the already hollowed-out military forces from holding their objectives.
When Hillary Clinton decided she needed a boost, she suddenly got serious about Iran. By then the military was gutted—no money to train or maintain or sustain, we used to say—and all to pay for spending on her deadbeat voter base. Protecting the country is in the Constitution; sending welfare checks to losers in Fort Living Room isn’t. But we were soldiers, and we saluted and drove on.
When it went down and we went into Iran to grab some petroleum sites as a “measured response” to nuking our ally, well, we knew it would be a freaking disaster. All these geniuses who never spent a day in uniform were trying to stage-manage the whole thing from DC. We asked for armor. Denied. We asked for air support. Denied.
“Too provocative,” the Clinton people said. We were landing on the Iranians’ beaches! It doesn’t get any more provocative!
Then, when things started going south, they panicked back in the White House.
We didn’t. We fought until we ran out of ammo, which was soon because we couldn’t get resupplied. Those of us who weren’t dead got taken prisoner, paraded on TV—you saw it. The world laughed at us. Clinton made Jimmy Carter look like George Patton—her groveling apology from the Oval Office begging the mullahs to let us go was the last thing we wanted to hear, as much as we wanted to get home.
Then the Iranians told her that wasn’t enough, and she looked like an even bigger clown. When President Marlowe got inaugurated and gave her “you have 24 hours” speech—holy shit, the Iranians did a 180. They knew she was deadly serious. We got nice new clothes, some real food, and we were out of that shithole of a country in under 24 hours.
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Tony “Gator” McCoy (Chief Advisor to President Carrie Marlowe)
The first thing we did was deal with Iranian prisoner crisis that had paralyzed the Clinton administration. It was just like what Reagan did in 1981. We did it in a distinctly conservative fashion.
The president walked to the podium and announced, “This a message to Iran’s leaders. You have 24 hours to have all American prisoners out of Iranian airspace or the United States will commence unrestricted warfare upon your nation with the intention of destroying your military and secret police, annihilating your infrastructure, and killing you specifically. This is not threat—it is a promise. I will not be taking any questions. Iran now has 23 hours, 59 minutes and 30 seconds.” Then she walked off.
The press was stunned. The people, though, went nuts supporting her. Here’s the thing—she would have done it. The military, as screwed over as it was from 16 years of liberal administrations, was set to act.
I can’t say much about the war plan because it’s still classified, but have you ever seen a parking lot? Now think of one that’s made of glass and glows in the dark.
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Rudy Zamora (Major, Texas Rangers)
He looks like the picture of a rough-and-tumble Western lawman even when he is dressed for golf. We are at a course outside Fort Stockton, a west Texas town that used to be known as a pit stop on Interstate 10 and today is a growing city feeding off the oil boom that never seems to end thanks to environmental deregulation.
Rudy Zamora is soft-spoken, but don’t let that fool you. He was the lead Texas Ranger at the “Battle of Austin” in 2021. Zamora retired in 2028, moved to Fort Stockton, and was soon elected mayor. If you look carefully, you can see the outline of his pistol in his waistband under his shirt.
I am a Texan. Yeah, I’m also an American—I fought in Iraq—but this is a republic. It’s built on principles. The Constitution sets those out, and I figure the Bill of Rights ought to mean what it says. So when the Clinton administration went after our governor for refusing to enforce the new federal gun laws, I had no problem when I got ordered to stop it.
Hillary slipped through in 2020—she didn’t win Texas, that’s for sure—but I think she figured her crew was going to lose the next time. She and her pals were bound and determined to beat us into line before she had to go. She did a lot of bad things. The worst was when her handpicked Supreme Court came out and said that the Second Amendment that says we Americans can keep and bear arms really doesn’t say that. They found a lot of things the Constitution didn’t say in there, but they couldn’t see the things it did say.
Well, that stirred us up pretty good, but Texas law still protected our rights. Hillary hated that—she hated the entire South, especially Texas. So she jammed through a bill requiring citizens to turn in their “assault weapons”—which weren’t assault weapons—and register all the rest.
And she expected us to play along. She expected us to just roll over. After all, it seemed like people had been rolling over to DC liberals for decades.
She didn’t know Texans. It just wasn’t going to happen.
Our governor announced that we wouldn’t cooperate. Not only won’t we do it, he says, but we won’t let the feds enforce the law in Texas.
Well, now everyone is looking at us because we’ve drawn a line. The liberal media is getting spun up about “the new insurrectionists” and all, but the people of Texas were behind the governor—even a lot of Texas Democrats.
Sometimes you gotta call out a bully. Hillary was a bully, and we called her out. So she had a problem. And I don’t think she really thought through what she did next.
She had her attorney general go into a federal court back in DC and get one of the judges Obama packed it with to issue an injunction holding our governor in contempt. Then the attorney general announced that the governor was going to be arrested by federal law enforcement.
By this time, we’re watching all the federal agencies in the state. Many of the feds were sympathetic, so we knew right away that an order had come from Washington into the US marshal’s office in Dallas. It ordered the lead deputy US marshal to go arrest the governor and put him in the federal lockup in Dallas. I know how the deputy responded to Washington: “Do you want a massacre? The hell I will.” And he and his people sat tight in their offices.
I know the FBI refused to arrest him as well. I got a call from a friend at the Houston field office, and I told him this was a bad idea. He passed it back to headquarters. The FBI director personally told the attorney general it was not within their jurisdiction, but the truth was that the FBI just wasn’t going to kick that hornet’s nest.
So, the attorney general was furious because none of her people in Texas would go and arrest the governor. She wouldn’t listen to them when they told her this was some serious shit, that the Texans weren’t just going to sit back and take it. That’s why you don’t put a law professor who has never lived outside of Boston in a position like AG—you need to have some understanding of the country you live in if you want to be its chief federal law-enforcement officer.
Obama and Clinton and their crew had been so used to just doing what they wanted they forgot that at the heart of things, America works only because everyone agrees the system is legitimate and cooperates. They tossed away legitimacy but expected us to act like they hadn’t. That was a recipe for disaster.
We got word that the Marshals Service had chartered a 737 jet and that a big team was flying into Austin at 11:22 p.m. on May 1, 2021. I talked to the governor beforehand and told him my plan. He said he didn’t want any of us to risk ourselves because of him.
“It isn’t about you,” I said. It was about principles. I told him I’d try to avoid trouble, but I was a Ranger and I wasn’t going to run from it.
We went up into the control tower and tried to warn them off. They told us they were landing anyway. The AG had made sure
they picked guys who would do whatever they were ordered to do—a dozen deputies back in DC actually got fired for refusing to go.
We knew they were heavily armed; they thought they were going to intimidate us. They didn’t understand Texans, I guess. By dawn, they did.
We made sure the controllers knew where to direct the jet on the airfield once it landed. I deployed my sniper teams to cover the tarmac and brought up a few dozen vehicles to pen in the plane. We figured there were about 20 feds on the plane—turned out to be 33—so I brought over 100 personnel. Yeah, I know, “One riot, one Ranger,” but I figured they were less likely to try to play horsey if we outnumbered them.
Only a few of us were Rangers. Most of us were actually Department of Public Safety officers or other local law enforcement. I was a major in the Rangers, and I had operational control of the operation.
I wouldn’t let our guys gear up like they were getting ready for World War III, but they did have their gear out of sight nearby just in case. I wanted to work this out peacefully, and you do that by deescalating the situation whenever you can.
Then it starts to go down. The plane lands and the controllers guide it right to where we wanted it. A few more units drive out and surround it. The plane is now totally closed in.
We send one of those ladder trucks up to the door and I go to the foot to wait. My men are behind the vehicles surrounding the aircraft, weapons out of sight. I’m maybe 25 meters out front. I have an earpiece in and I have comms with everyone, including my snipers. I had my issue .357 SIG Sauer, and I had a couple extra 12-round mags just in case. I was hoping not to have to use them.
At that point, before the door opened, I’m still pretty sure I’ll be able to talk those boys into turning around and flying back home. But they had other ideas.
The first guy out is Deputy Raymond Hough, who I knew in the past from some joint fugitive investigations. I didn’t think much of him, to be honest, but he wasn’t stupid. He comes down the ramp with a bunch of his boys and they’re decked out for war. Armor, helmets, M4s. My guys see it too, and I can hear the chatter in my earpiece. I whisper, “Relax. Just keep your heads and this will all work out.”
The feds were trying to show me that they came to play, so I just kept calm.
Hough is all in black—they were all in black. Right off, he tells me, “You and your men are obstructing a federal law-enforcement operation! If you don’t stand down, you’ll be arrested!”
I say, “Now Ray, you seem to be a little outnumbered here. Why don’t we talk this over?”
“Nothing to talk about,” he says. “We’re here to do a job, and we’re doing it.”
Now, more of his guys are coming off the plane, stepping past me and Hough, and fanning out. My guys are keeping calm, but these feds are all carrying heavy weapons and they are getting jumpy.
I don’t like how it’s going, so I say, “Ray, maybe you can ask your boys to get back on the plane and we can talk about this. There are a lot of guys with weapons out here, and you know how one stupid move can send things out of control real quick.”
But Hough wasn’t listening. They’d been trained to use overwhelming force to dominate the situation, and they were reverting to their training. They were trying to dominate a situation they didn’t have control over. My guys were just standing off, behind their vehicles, heavy weapons out of sight. But the feds were spreading out to confront them.
“At least tell your guys to sling their rifles, Ray,” I said.
But he wasn’t having any of it. He goes, “Get your fucking state troopers out of our way, Zamora. Do it now! Where are our buses?” We had intercepted the buses they chartered and sent them away.
So I say, “You’re not leaving this airfield, Deputy. Now, how about we do this the smart way?”
Then he says, “How about I cuff your ass?”
I kept trying to turn the heat down. “I figure that’ll be a bad idea, Ray. Let’s not get stupid,” I say.
But even as I was talking, about 75 meters away a deputy marshal named Wayne Grohl was in a staring contest with a Texas state trooper named David Rodriguez. Grohl lived, though with a few holes in him, and testified that Deputy Rodriguez was making a move on him. The camera footage shows that never happened. The deputy never even put his hand on his service weapon. Grohl shot him in the face, and all hell broke loose.
The feds heard Grohl’s shot and just opened up on us. They had their rifles up already, so for a couple seconds they had the advantage. Our guys on the tarmac dropped behind their vehicles and went for their own heavy weapons, but a couple got hit on the way down.
I saw what happened and yelled for Hough to call “cease fire,” but he was either stupid or pumped with adrenaline or both, because he turns and brings his M4 up at me.
One of my snipers took off most of his head.
Hough staggers and falls. Now bullets are flying everywhere and I’ve got two problems. First, I’m 25 meters in front of my men and their barricade of vehicles out in the middle of a bunch of stupid, scared feds. Second, and worse, with Hough dead, there’s no one in charge of the feds to get them to stop shooting.
I don’t recall drawing my SIG—years of training made it instinctive, I guess—but it’s in my hand when a young fed comes out behind the stairway and sees me. I yell “Get down,” but he starts taking a bead on me.
I took aim center mass and fired—right into the Kevlar plate I knew he was wearing. I knew it wouldn’t penetrate, but the .357 slug did knock him on his ass. Broke a couple ribs, but kept him out of the fight. First guy whose life I ever saved by shooting him in the chest.
Bullets are whizzing around. I can hear brass falling from the door of the jet and hitting the tarmac around me from the guys shooting up there. Now our guys are firing back and tearing the jet up—bullets are punching into the sheet metal and cracking the windows. I’m crouching by the stairway just trying not to get shot as I try to retake control.
“Cease fire! Cease fire!” I’m yelling into my comms, but when somebody’s shooting at you, you know, you shoot him. There were about 12 feds on the tarmac when Grohl fired and pretty soon every one of them was down, either dead or wounded.
I saw a marshal in the door of the aircraft firing full auto and then take one in the neck and fall backwards. Then the firing petered out.
After a couple minutes, we started talking to the guys on the plane. It wasn’t flying anywhere, that was for sure. It looked like Swiss cheese, so we needed to figure out what to do with the survivors. Eventually, they gave up their weapons and we kept them in a hotel until we could bus them out. They weren’t prisoners—except for Grohl.
I’m not proud of what happened there. It makes me sick. But I did my duty, and I gotta say I’m happy I didn’t have to kill anyone myself. I know it broke up the Texans who did. It’s bad enough killing a bad man. Another cop, even one who is enforcing unconstitutional laws? It makes you want to throw up. We killed nine United States marshals and wounded eight more. They killed one Texas Ranger, a guy who had been in my wedding, and one state trooper, Deputy Rodriguez, plus wounded six more. It was a tragedy, and it was all the Clinton administration’s doing.
Now, the administration was stunned. This was something entirely new—active resistance. They immediately claimed we “ambushed” the marshals and the mainstream media parroted that line. We weren’t dumb, though. We had cameras all over the place, and our governor let the administration tie itself into a false story, then called a press conference. Even the mainstream media had to show up for that—this was huge news, flood-the-zone coverage.
He had me walk through the events using our footage, which the public had not seen until then, and it was very clear that the feds escalated the situation and started shooting, and there was no doubt at all that the administration was lying.
Of course Hillary threw the attorney general under the bus. The AG resigned, and her replacement negotiated with us, dropping the contempt order. The adminis
tration also agreed not to try and enforce the new gun laws in any state that refused to allow it, and 32 states refused. We gave them back Deputy Marshal Grohl instead of trying him for murder ourselves. They let him plead guilty to a federal manslaughter charge.
Right after the shootout, we were not sure what to expect next. There was a lot of talk about “civil war,” but that was foolishness. No one wanted any more real fighting. Our country had deep problems, but we needed to solve them using the means in the Constitution. It was the Clinton administration ignoring the Constitution that had got us where we were in the first place.
Plus, the administration suddenly realized that it might not have the means to fight, if it came to that. Some of its own law-enforcement personnel had refused to participate in the Texas operation, and who knows what a conservative, largely Southern military would do if she gave it an unlawful order.
One more thing. Antigun legislation in liberal states had driven gun and gun accessory makers to the free states, away from the Northeast and West Coast. That’s the opposite of the Civil War, where the Yankees had all the gun factories. The conservative states supplied most of the warriors and most of the weapons. In the end, what were the liberals going to do, make us submit with harsh language?
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Darren Dolby (Lawyer/Activist)
This flamboyant attorney talks about the Clinton administration’s gun laws and the grassroots reaction to them, with widespread resistance by police who refused to cooperate (sometimes because of state laws instructing them not to) and by jury nullification.
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