DETROIT, MI - Few people had ever heard of Nathan Martinez, Jr. before the politician appeared upon the Washington political stage at the celebratory Democrat gala following the midterm elections. Everyone in the audience, most especially the media figureheads were taken aback by his smooth, articulate delivery that reminded most of them of video clips of Martin Luther King’s I Have a Dream speech. His cue-card monologue was heavily laced with every heart-wrenching platitude the political advisor, Nelson Frank, could squeeze into the seven-minute time limit. It had been a home run!
Martinez's performance had outshone every other political personality, including the Democrat presidential frontrunner, Margaret Evenson, and marked the beginning of the myth.
Nathan Martinez was a product of LBJ's "Great Society" welfare programs that replaced the responsibilities of the head of the house and created single-parent households for eight out of ten minority children in the nation. The programs had also created a segment of society totally dependent upon the state and imbued with a sense of entitlement.
Martinez’s early life was played out as a “professional student” and social butterfly and only attained a law degree some ten years after first entering the University of Michigan. The title of attorney in hand, Martinez entered for the briefest of periods the private sector where he was shocked by the experience. Constantly at odds with his coworkers, Martinez soon found himself back in the unemployment lines before being forced to return again to his safe haven, academia.
The Civil Rights legislation spawned something else, a new kind of nonprofit organization funded entirely by taxpayers and largely capitalized upon by white Blue-State liberals: community organizations. Theoretically created to mobilize poor communities into improving the safety and prosperity of their crime-ridden neighborhoods, it instead created a new kind of extortion racket where threats of boycotts and sign-toting demonstrations were only assuaged by backdoor payoffs.
The radical Bill Nash was running this kind of operation in the greater Detroit area and it was his ad for ‘community activist’ that Nathan Martinez, Jr. answered. Nash’s operation blossomed under Martinez as the payoffs grew and later persuaded the young attorney to enter politics. Nash was well connected; Detroit was controlled by Democrats and Martinez’s big break came in an election for a senate seat long held by Senator Charleen Brown. Senator Brown had made the mistake of overreaching one too many times, upsetting the establishment, particularly Detroit Mayor, Sean Dailey. With the election nearing, Martinez’s name was brought up as someone who would secure the minority vote without outrageous demands or threats. Behind closed doors, the deal was struck and a month before the election Senator Brown mysteriously withdrew her name from the ballot, giving Nathan Martinez, Jr. the seat without challenge.
Most of the political establishment liked what they saw, Martinez was the right color, the right pedigree and of the right moral persuasion, all of which would keep those payoffs coming in, payoffs to maintain a seat at the table of power. In the case for the NAACP, it was blind support and delivery of the African American vote. The ACLU’s contributions were pro-bono lawsuits that worked to chip away at the U.S. Constitution and kept opponents tied up in the courts with frivolous lawsuits. The list of special interest groups included extremists groups like the Sierra Club, the Green Movement, PITA, ACORN, NOW, and most recently, the Climate Change Federation.
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PHOENIX, AZ - Colonel Heston often relived his horrifying experience when asleep, finding himself back in that windowless mud room, his hands and feet bound so tightly his circulation was cut off. The same hopeless feeling would overcome him as the Colonel struggled unsuccessfully to free himself from his bonds and the frightful sight of al-Zarqawi standing over him, smiling demonically while powerful arms grabbed and directed his eyes at the horrible sight of his Lieutenant’s severed head!
“You bastard! You damn bastard!” Heston shouted just as he was shaken awake from his nightmare by air turbulence. The Colonel looked about at his surroundings, the business section of the 757. Most of the passengers Heston could see from his seat stared at him with questioning looks. One businessman the Colonel noticed appeared as if he understood what he was going through. The aircraft shuddered again as it met more rough air on its approach into Phoenix International. Cold sweat beaded from his forehead.
Half an hour later, the Colonel stepped from the flight and made his way to the lobby of the terminal. Standing there waiting for him just outside the security gate were his wife, daughter and son-in-law, each with tears of joy in their eyes. The women ran up and embraced him, soon followed by his two grandchildren who ran up yelling, “Grandpa, grandpa!”
He was home! He had made it home, alive!
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