I'm going to start posting revised chapters of Book 2 over here. I can't post book 1 any longer as it's currently for sale on Amazon. I'll try to post an updated chapter every couple of days.
This isn't going to make to much sense unless you've already read book 1 as book 2 starts where book 1 ends. I try not to exceed 100,000 words per book, when one hits 100K I end it and continue in another "book"
Hope you enjoy, at least you get to read the edited version which isn't going to be posted on the other site.
IJT
2015 The Second American Civil War
Book 2
Prolog; (read book 1 , when I publish it, I’ll add a real prolog)
Chapter 1
The “Hands-around-DC” march didn’t turn out the way Glenn thought it would. He’s deeply troubled by the violence and death on both sides of the beltway. He tells his staff, “I want to go to the beltway and pray for the souls of the injured and dead.”
“His long time sidekick, Patrick says, “Glenn, we can’t allow you to go. First of all the DHS will find you and arrest you, you’re on the President’s top five most wanted list. Secondly, it’s still a very dangerous place. Gangs are roaming the area; bikers have started fighting the inner city gangs. People who lost loved ones at the march haven’t forgotten, many are looking for revenge. You’ll end up getting caught in the middle of all of these battling groups.”
“Pat, I have a top security team that goes everywhere with me.”
“Glenn, you travel with two to four people, I don’t think that’s going to be enough to save you, I suggest you contact General Browstone and ask him for a platoon of his Marines.”
“If I can’t go, what can we do?”
“We thought we’d hold a live on the air town hall meeting to discuss what happened. We’ll pray together with our listeners, we’ll financially support those who lost loved ones, however we can’t step foot anywhere near DC. DHS, the FBI and the Secret Service have turned the White House into an armed camp. They’ve set up heavy machine guns and even 105mm canons on the White House grounds. All of DC is an armed camp. They’re stopping anyone they even think might be a threat, they KNOW you are a threat, you have a reward on your head. With the Capitol empty, and the Mall and other monuments closed there’s no tourists visiting DC any longer. Only the most hard core government workers still show up for work. They’re escorted from the metro their offices and back by government security officers.”
“I never wanted this to turn violent. I begged them not to turn violent. Look at what happened; the President’s used the violence to all but close DC. He’s closed our national treasures from the very people they were built for. How could I have been so wrong? I should have seen the problems coming; I should have known he wouldn’t let us hold a peaceful rally without turning it into a political circus. “
“Glenn, please calm down, why don’t you contact Rash on the sat phone, chat with him.”
“Pat, that’s a very good idea, thanks.”
“Rash, this is Glenn, do you have a minute?”
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“Ron, that was to close we just made it off the beltway before the DHS agents closed it. What the hell happened? One minute it’s peaceful, the next all hell has broken lose. Who the hell threw the first punch?“
“Brad, damn union thugs, the President sent them to stir up trouble, he intentionally wanted an excuse to ban all rallies and marches, no groups of more than five can hold meetings in public. He’s outlawed all public gatherings thinking this will prevent any uprising.”
Kathy walks in carrying three beers, “I for one don’t care what he says, I’m telling you, if he’s not stopped soon he’ll never be stopped. He’ll cancel the 2016 elections and appoint himself king. We’ll never be rid of him. His wife will take over after him; the Obsmas will be America’s first royal family. Our founders will roll over in their graves when they hear America has a king. We have to do something. Time isn’t on our side. The longer he rules by executive order the harder it’s going to be to get him out of office. He can’t even be impeached since he sent Congress home.”
Brad says, “Look what happened to the Chief Justice, he announces he was going to make a major announcement, within an hour he gets hit by a drunk driver, who just happens to die in her sleep in a holding cell. Does anyone really believe a single word of that story? The White House killed the Chief Justice. I’m sure he wasn’t the first Obsma had killed and he won’t be the last.”
Kathy responds, “The media fell for it, they reported it with crocodile tears in their eyes. They worship at the President’s feet. Anything he says they believe. If he told them to line up and jump off of the George Washington Bridge, I bet you they would, thinking they were helping him. They don’t understand sooner than later he’s going to do away with all of them. He’s no different from any other nickel dictator. He has the press on his side right now, once he has total control he’ll do away with the free press. He has his own black shirts, the DHS troops report the news his office writes. There’s DHS monitors in every newsroom. The President has soft censorship, soon he’ll force total censorship in place.”
“Kathy, you’re correct, but what can we do? Where’s the damn military? Why are they allowing this to happen? Didn’t they swear an oath to defend the constitution? Shouldn’t they be out here stopping him?”
Ron answers, “My guess is the military is split; split in following their orders and helping save the country. They know what happens when countries implode. They’ve served in countries torn apart by civil war, once the shooting starts it’s almost impossible to stop. The country will be torn apart, never to heal. The upcoming civil war is going to be much worse than the war between the North and South. Hell we’re almost at that point right now.”
“Ron, if we don’t explode into a full blown race war, we’re going to have a civil war, we’re already too divided, no one can stop the coming war”
“Brad, there is a group that can stop it, if they get together and fulfill their duty to the county. They swore an oath; they have to fulfill their oath.”
“I pray you’re right and they wake up before it’s too late.”
“Me too.”
Kathy sits down next to me saying, “There’s a special on tonight about the march, at least according to the trailer it looks like Wolf News is going to tell the truth.”
“Since they’re on the internet and hosted from outside of the country, I don’t think the President can shut them down.”
“What time?”
“8PM, let’s watch, maybe we’ll be on TV, it’ll be our 15 minutes of fame.”
“I just hope it’s not our last 15 minutes. I worry that any minute the front door is going to be kicked in by the DHS black shirts and we’ll be arrested.”
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“General, the beltway rally was a disaster, at last count there’s twelve dead and over a hundred wounded, many are still in the hospital, some are in a coma. A few might not make it. We could have interceded and given the union thugs hell. We could have stopped the thugs.”
“Is that what we’ve come to? Beating up union thugs? No. We have to help the people reclaim the country. We have to help them in a way that doesn’t destroy the country while they’re reclaiming it. I have an idea that’s really out there. It’s going to take a lot of guts from a number of people to take the next step in reclaiming out country. If they’ll do it, we’ll protect them as best we can. I want our people to hand deliver a message to each of the group leaders we’re in direct contact with, can you arrange that?”
“Yes sir.”
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In Ashburn Virginia a front door bell rings, “Hello Mr. Johnson, I’m Mrs. Gray, the president of the homeowners association. Mr. Johnson, we’re very sorry for the loss of your son. I know this is a very bad time for you, as the President of the homeowners association it’s my duty to inform you that you’re in violation of the homeowners association’s rules concerning signs in the subdivision. We don’t allow the display of signs or flags on our properties. We’re asking you very nicely to remove the large black ribbon from the front of your house.”
“Wait a minute, we’re not flying a flag nor have we posted a sign.”
“We consider the ribbon a sign and a flag. Your son’s funeral is tomorrow, we’re asking, demanding you remove the ribbon at sun down tomorrow.”
“My son was ten years old; he was holding my hand when a bullet came out of nowhere; it killed him. All he did was stand next to me in line protesting the decisions of our President. I carried his small dead body in my arms to my car, I drove him to the hospital where they pronounced him dead on arrival. I was there when he was born, I was there when he died, and I’ll keep my ribbon displayed to remember my son.”
“Mr. Johnson, under the revised homeland security rules we can have you classified as a domestic terrorist if you don’t follow the agreed upon rules.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“The Department of Homeland Security has revised the rules and definition of domestic terrorists, anyone who upsets the domestic tranquility, which you are clearly doing by being in breach of our agreed to rules. May I remind you, you signed a copy if the rules before you moved into your house. You are aware of the regulations which you are clearly in violation of. The new DHS rules say those who are a veteran, which you are, who owns firearms, which we know you do can be classified as a domestic terrorist. It would be horrible if they had to come to your home tomorrow night and arrest you right after the funeral of your son. Which is why we’re giving you till sundown tomorrow. Good day Mr. Johnson.”
“Mrs. Grey I know where you live.”
“Mr. Johnson, you’re threatening an elected official? That means I have to call DHS right now.”
“Wait a minute, I didn’t mean anything, I just lost my son, come on, why don’t we start all over again?”
“Good day Mr. Johnson.”
Thinking, what a bit-h, he walks back into his house slamming the front door behind him, he has to prepare for his brother and sister who are coming over in the morning to attend his son’s funeral. At 11PM he goes to bed, since he hasn’t been able to sleep since his son’s death he takes a sleeping pill washing it down with a beer. He falls into a deep dreamless sleep. At 3:30AM he’s awaken when his front door is kicked in, ten armed men dressed all in black rush into his house, they kick in his bedroom door, he sits up starting to yell, he lifts his hand to block the flashlight beam in his eyes when five shots are fired, hitting him in the chest instantly killing him.
“Sergeant why did you fire?”
“LT, he was reaching for something, I had to protect the team. No big deal, another domestic terrorist bites the dust. Since he’s was on the list, the only paperwork we have to do is cross his name off the list.”
“Before we leave, search the house for his contacts, we’ll pick up everyone on his social network, these birds of a feather fly together.”
This isn't going to make to much sense unless you've already read book 1 as book 2 starts where book 1 ends. I try not to exceed 100,000 words per book, when one hits 100K I end it and continue in another "book"
Hope you enjoy, at least you get to read the edited version which isn't going to be posted on the other site.
IJT
2015 The Second American Civil War
Book 2
Prolog; (read book 1 , when I publish it, I’ll add a real prolog)
Chapter 1
The “Hands-around-DC” march didn’t turn out the way Glenn thought it would. He’s deeply troubled by the violence and death on both sides of the beltway. He tells his staff, “I want to go to the beltway and pray for the souls of the injured and dead.”
“His long time sidekick, Patrick says, “Glenn, we can’t allow you to go. First of all the DHS will find you and arrest you, you’re on the President’s top five most wanted list. Secondly, it’s still a very dangerous place. Gangs are roaming the area; bikers have started fighting the inner city gangs. People who lost loved ones at the march haven’t forgotten, many are looking for revenge. You’ll end up getting caught in the middle of all of these battling groups.”
“Pat, I have a top security team that goes everywhere with me.”
“Glenn, you travel with two to four people, I don’t think that’s going to be enough to save you, I suggest you contact General Browstone and ask him for a platoon of his Marines.”
“If I can’t go, what can we do?”
“We thought we’d hold a live on the air town hall meeting to discuss what happened. We’ll pray together with our listeners, we’ll financially support those who lost loved ones, however we can’t step foot anywhere near DC. DHS, the FBI and the Secret Service have turned the White House into an armed camp. They’ve set up heavy machine guns and even 105mm canons on the White House grounds. All of DC is an armed camp. They’re stopping anyone they even think might be a threat, they KNOW you are a threat, you have a reward on your head. With the Capitol empty, and the Mall and other monuments closed there’s no tourists visiting DC any longer. Only the most hard core government workers still show up for work. They’re escorted from the metro their offices and back by government security officers.”
“I never wanted this to turn violent. I begged them not to turn violent. Look at what happened; the President’s used the violence to all but close DC. He’s closed our national treasures from the very people they were built for. How could I have been so wrong? I should have seen the problems coming; I should have known he wouldn’t let us hold a peaceful rally without turning it into a political circus. “
“Glenn, please calm down, why don’t you contact Rash on the sat phone, chat with him.”
“Pat, that’s a very good idea, thanks.”
“Rash, this is Glenn, do you have a minute?”
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“Ron, that was to close we just made it off the beltway before the DHS agents closed it. What the hell happened? One minute it’s peaceful, the next all hell has broken lose. Who the hell threw the first punch?“
“Brad, damn union thugs, the President sent them to stir up trouble, he intentionally wanted an excuse to ban all rallies and marches, no groups of more than five can hold meetings in public. He’s outlawed all public gatherings thinking this will prevent any uprising.”
Kathy walks in carrying three beers, “I for one don’t care what he says, I’m telling you, if he’s not stopped soon he’ll never be stopped. He’ll cancel the 2016 elections and appoint himself king. We’ll never be rid of him. His wife will take over after him; the Obsmas will be America’s first royal family. Our founders will roll over in their graves when they hear America has a king. We have to do something. Time isn’t on our side. The longer he rules by executive order the harder it’s going to be to get him out of office. He can’t even be impeached since he sent Congress home.”
Brad says, “Look what happened to the Chief Justice, he announces he was going to make a major announcement, within an hour he gets hit by a drunk driver, who just happens to die in her sleep in a holding cell. Does anyone really believe a single word of that story? The White House killed the Chief Justice. I’m sure he wasn’t the first Obsma had killed and he won’t be the last.”
Kathy responds, “The media fell for it, they reported it with crocodile tears in their eyes. They worship at the President’s feet. Anything he says they believe. If he told them to line up and jump off of the George Washington Bridge, I bet you they would, thinking they were helping him. They don’t understand sooner than later he’s going to do away with all of them. He’s no different from any other nickel dictator. He has the press on his side right now, once he has total control he’ll do away with the free press. He has his own black shirts, the DHS troops report the news his office writes. There’s DHS monitors in every newsroom. The President has soft censorship, soon he’ll force total censorship in place.”
“Kathy, you’re correct, but what can we do? Where’s the damn military? Why are they allowing this to happen? Didn’t they swear an oath to defend the constitution? Shouldn’t they be out here stopping him?”
Ron answers, “My guess is the military is split; split in following their orders and helping save the country. They know what happens when countries implode. They’ve served in countries torn apart by civil war, once the shooting starts it’s almost impossible to stop. The country will be torn apart, never to heal. The upcoming civil war is going to be much worse than the war between the North and South. Hell we’re almost at that point right now.”
“Ron, if we don’t explode into a full blown race war, we’re going to have a civil war, we’re already too divided, no one can stop the coming war”
“Brad, there is a group that can stop it, if they get together and fulfill their duty to the county. They swore an oath; they have to fulfill their oath.”
“I pray you’re right and they wake up before it’s too late.”
“Me too.”
Kathy sits down next to me saying, “There’s a special on tonight about the march, at least according to the trailer it looks like Wolf News is going to tell the truth.”
“Since they’re on the internet and hosted from outside of the country, I don’t think the President can shut them down.”
“What time?”
“8PM, let’s watch, maybe we’ll be on TV, it’ll be our 15 minutes of fame.”
“I just hope it’s not our last 15 minutes. I worry that any minute the front door is going to be kicked in by the DHS black shirts and we’ll be arrested.”
@@@@@@@@
“General, the beltway rally was a disaster, at last count there’s twelve dead and over a hundred wounded, many are still in the hospital, some are in a coma. A few might not make it. We could have interceded and given the union thugs hell. We could have stopped the thugs.”
“Is that what we’ve come to? Beating up union thugs? No. We have to help the people reclaim the country. We have to help them in a way that doesn’t destroy the country while they’re reclaiming it. I have an idea that’s really out there. It’s going to take a lot of guts from a number of people to take the next step in reclaiming out country. If they’ll do it, we’ll protect them as best we can. I want our people to hand deliver a message to each of the group leaders we’re in direct contact with, can you arrange that?”
“Yes sir.”
@@@@@@@@@@
In Ashburn Virginia a front door bell rings, “Hello Mr. Johnson, I’m Mrs. Gray, the president of the homeowners association. Mr. Johnson, we’re very sorry for the loss of your son. I know this is a very bad time for you, as the President of the homeowners association it’s my duty to inform you that you’re in violation of the homeowners association’s rules concerning signs in the subdivision. We don’t allow the display of signs or flags on our properties. We’re asking you very nicely to remove the large black ribbon from the front of your house.”
“Wait a minute, we’re not flying a flag nor have we posted a sign.”
“We consider the ribbon a sign and a flag. Your son’s funeral is tomorrow, we’re asking, demanding you remove the ribbon at sun down tomorrow.”
“My son was ten years old; he was holding my hand when a bullet came out of nowhere; it killed him. All he did was stand next to me in line protesting the decisions of our President. I carried his small dead body in my arms to my car, I drove him to the hospital where they pronounced him dead on arrival. I was there when he was born, I was there when he died, and I’ll keep my ribbon displayed to remember my son.”
“Mr. Johnson, under the revised homeland security rules we can have you classified as a domestic terrorist if you don’t follow the agreed upon rules.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“The Department of Homeland Security has revised the rules and definition of domestic terrorists, anyone who upsets the domestic tranquility, which you are clearly doing by being in breach of our agreed to rules. May I remind you, you signed a copy if the rules before you moved into your house. You are aware of the regulations which you are clearly in violation of. The new DHS rules say those who are a veteran, which you are, who owns firearms, which we know you do can be classified as a domestic terrorist. It would be horrible if they had to come to your home tomorrow night and arrest you right after the funeral of your son. Which is why we’re giving you till sundown tomorrow. Good day Mr. Johnson.”
“Mrs. Grey I know where you live.”
“Mr. Johnson, you’re threatening an elected official? That means I have to call DHS right now.”
“Wait a minute, I didn’t mean anything, I just lost my son, come on, why don’t we start all over again?”
“Good day Mr. Johnson.”
Thinking, what a bit-h, he walks back into his house slamming the front door behind him, he has to prepare for his brother and sister who are coming over in the morning to attend his son’s funeral. At 11PM he goes to bed, since he hasn’t been able to sleep since his son’s death he takes a sleeping pill washing it down with a beer. He falls into a deep dreamless sleep. At 3:30AM he’s awaken when his front door is kicked in, ten armed men dressed all in black rush into his house, they kick in his bedroom door, he sits up starting to yell, he lifts his hand to block the flashlight beam in his eyes when five shots are fired, hitting him in the chest instantly killing him.
“Sergeant why did you fire?”
“LT, he was reaching for something, I had to protect the team. No big deal, another domestic terrorist bites the dust. Since he’s was on the list, the only paperwork we have to do is cross his name off the list.”
“Before we leave, search the house for his contacts, we’ll pick up everyone on his social network, these birds of a feather fly together.”
Deena could tell you though.