United States Invaded (12 page)

Ted stands up saying, “I knew it, I knew it! He was nothing but a fraud. Damn it, he screwed this country into the ground. Look at the mess he left us. How are we going to handle the release of this information? As much as I’d like just to publish it, if we did so, many will think we made up the documents to try to discredit Obsma. We’ll look petty; we’ll look like we’re shoveling crap because we don’t have a real defense.  If we’re not careful, this will backfire on us. Mr. President, I suggest we form a committee to review every document President signed and the impact of overturning them. This is going to turn into a bigger mess than the trial.”

Randy stands saying, “Many people here and around the world are going to say who cares? He was elected that’s all that matters. He was the country’s first Africa-American President. Many are going to say that can’t be taken from him. The old rules are just that-old. They’re meaningless today. I’m telling you; we may think we found a way to fight back against President Reid. However, I don’t think we have. I think Paul and his team have given us a gift, answers the country has been looking for, for six long years. However, it’s not going to help sway world opinion. Most of the world’s people are just not going to care about our Constitution. Most are going to say we put too much faith in a 238-year-old document. The rest of the world doesn’t care about our laws and traditions. That President Obsma should never have been allowed to run for the office means nothing to the world. If we’re seen to be hiding behind our Constitution, we’ll lose whatever support we may have. I for one thank Paul and his time in locating the truth. I’d still like to know what the plan is to defend President Brownstone.”

Paul returns to the podium, “Mr. Secretary, we believe we have to first discredit President Reid. We’re going to put up a very simple defense, one based in truth. The truth that no one in this room had anything to do with the blackout. The truth that when President Brownstone found out about the plan to purchase power from the New York City Edison plants, he fired the government manager who executed the contract. President Brownstone spoke with the chairman of Edison. He agreed to make the penalty payment for breaching the contract. These prove we, and he had nothing to do with the blackout. If we had nothing to do with the blackout, we couldn’t have anything to do with President Obsma’s loss of life. We have to use Obsma’s background documents to prove beyond a shadow of doubt that President Reid lied. If he lied about not knowing President Obsma wasn’t qualified to be President, if he knew about the letters to the Mayor of New York City and he still blamed President Brownstone, it’s all a political game show. He’s trying to use the World Court to give him what he lost in the breakup of the country.”

The 275 people in the room are silent, while many thought there was something wrong with President Obsma’s background, very few went so far as to say he wasn’t qualified to be President. This hasn’t happened in the history of America. President Brownstone addresses the group. “Everyone, this information is hereby classified TS SCI/Prism blue. No release is allowed without my personal signature. Paul, I almost wish you’ never found this file. This information has the potential to tear apart both the USA and LSA more than any other single issue. The release of this information has to be handled with more care than anything else this country has ever released. I’d like to say I’m shocked, but I’m not. My gut told me we’d find the information. I’d prayed that once we found his background information it would be this. So many aren’t going to believe the documents. Remember the crap storm his long form birth certificate caused. The software experts who claimed it was phony, well it turns out they were correct.

“People, while this information can help us, this isn’t going to make their case go away. In addition, this information is going to be turned into a three ring circus. President Puten is going to want to have his experts examine the documents to see if we created them. I’m sure the World Court is going to do the same thing.

“Paul, I want the originals given to the Supreme Court to hold in their locked files, none of the documents can ever be handled alone. From right now, every document must be in sight of three people from different agencies. Not two, I want three people to have eyes on the documents anytime they are not in the Supreme Court’s safe. Agent Jonson, I want a senior secret service agent present any time these documents are viewed. John, please assign a platoon of Marines to guard the Court’s safe, they are to be armed and operate under Threatcon Delta rules of engagement. They are to do everything possible to protect the originals.

“I’m going to take Ted’s suggestion to form a committee to review every document President Obsma signed and the impact of undoing them. I’ll announce the members of the committee at breakfast tomorrow. Rash, I’d like you to form a committee to develop a media plan on how, or even if, we should release the information we found.”

The room erupts. Everyone has started shouting trying to get the President’s attention. Sarah bangs on the table with her shoe. “Mr. President, we can’t withhold this information from the American people. The American people have been hurt enough; they have the right to know. They have to know. Sir, we can’t withhold this information. If we do, we’re no better than the people who plotted to hoodwink the American people. These papers create the worst constitutional crisis since the civil war. President Brownstone, you’re correct that many aren’t going to believe us, we have to handle the release with the greatest care. Sir, I feel very strongly this information has to come out.”

The room again explodes with everyone talking over each other. Randy stands to address the group, “Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, ladies and gentlemen, thanks to Paul and his team, we’ve uncovered a plot against the United States. We’re all surprised, and I’m betting relieved that finally some of President’s Obsma’s paperwork has been found. Overall the find of the documents is going to be good for the country, it doesn’t answer the question we came together for today. Paul, Dave, what is your recommended course of action for the President’s defense? These documents aren’t going to stop the World Court from finding President Brownstone guilty.”

Chapter 9 

Kathy and I left before dawn for the 200 mile drive south to Williamsburg; our plan was to spend a relaxing weekend doing nothing. We planned to tour some of the local wineries, Jamestown and a very large outlet mall. As we’re driving south on I-95 we’re noticing hand made signs hung over bridges calling for the appointment of Obsma to Sainthood. “Kath, this is crazy, I think I’m going to start making signs saying, ‘Obsma for Anti-Christ.’ None of this makes any sense. It feels like we’re inside a pre-planed marketing program; everything is just too well laid out to be a grass roots movement. I wonder if the Pope is going to respond anytime soon.”

“Brad, you’re right, everything about the push to name Obsma a Saint smells like baby crap.”

“You’re right. I hate politicians. How about we drive down to Norfolk and take a tour of the Navy base? Remember when we were in San Diego we got a tour of a ship?”

“Do we have to take a boat? You know I get sea sick in a bathtub.”

“I’ll find out when we reach the hotel. I’m really looking forward to this weekend. Three days with nothing to do and no schedules. It’s been a long time since the two of us get to just hang around with each other.”

“Brad, do you think the next steps in someone’s plan to discredit President Brownstone will turn violent?”

“I pray it won’t, but I know it will. I just hope it doesn’t effect our weekend.”

“Don’t you dare even think that." 

“I’ll try not to.”

No sooner had I finished saying that when the traffic in front of us comes to a complete stop. I tune the radio to the local news station to see if there’s any road information. “Kath, do you see any flashing lights ahead?”

“Honey, I only see a line of cars.”

After twenty minutes of not moving an inch, I open the door to see if I can see what’s going on. As soon as I open the door, we hear car horns. Standing next to the car, I can’t see anything. “Honey, I don’t see anything; 95 just came to a stop, must be a major accident up ahead, why don’t you see if the nav can find us a detour.”

BANG BANG

“Crap, honey did you hear that?”

“Kath, yes, gun fire! Not a good sign. Are our handguns in the trunk?”

“Yes, each of ours is in the suitcase. Want me to get them?”

“I’m out here already.”

BANG BANG BANG

“Kath pop the trunk!”

“Here’s yours, load it, I’ll load mine.”

People are running in our direction; men, women, kids, all are screaming to get out of the way of something or someone.

“Kath, something bad is coming our way, are you ready?”

“Why does this happen on our weekend?”

“God hates us. Open your door and take a position behind it.”

The people running past us don’t answer my questions, their faces display panic and fear. We hear more gunfire. Finally, a man from behind us holding a shotgun approaches us, “Any idea what’s going on?”

“Heard it on the CB, I drive a truck. A group up ahead is blocking the freeway to force people to sign their petition. Somebody didn’t like them blocking the road; he drove through their little blockade. A couple of them had guns, they fired at the car driving through. He put his car in reverse and rammed them. The survivors dragged him out of his car and beat him to death. Someone saw it happening, he had a CCW, so he tried to save the driver from the mob but they had more guns than he thought. The protesters started firing on everyone; they’ve set a few cars on fire. The mob has grown to a thousand all from Richmond. They’re going car to car stealing everything of value.”

“I’m so glad their idol is a Saint.”

We both laugh at my little joke.

I hold out my hand, “I’m Brad, my wife is Kathy.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ralph. Got much ammo for your handguns?”

“Few 8 round magazines for each. You?”

“Twelve rounds of buck.”

“Hell of a standoff we’re going to have with the ammo we have.”

“Brad, I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that. Here comes a group of people, they’re chasing the group that just went past. You ready?”

“As I’m ever going to be. Kathy, get down, use the door for some protection. Do you see them coming?”

“Yes, do we shoot first?”

“No, they have to shoot first or at least show violent action, we have to be in fear for our lives, otherwise its murder.”

The three of us get ready to open fire when we hear multiple sirens and helicopters. Looks like the cavalry is coming. The group in front of us starts shooting towards the helicopters, who return fire with rifles. We see the bullet strikes on the street and cars in front of us. A couple of the mob falls, others break, running in all directions. The initial police cars are driving on the grass center island, looking behind me, I see lines of advancing police cars, state and local. One of the helicopter lands on the center island. Four heavily armed troops jump out, one checks the downed bodies, the other two check the area around the helicopter.

“Kath, Ralph, toss your guns in the car, I don’t think we should be holding guns when the cops arrive.”

“You’re right; I’m putting my shotgun under the stuff in your backseat.”

Right after we put our guns away, two officers approach us, we don’t move, we hold our hands where they can see them. “Are any of you hurt?”

“No officer.”

“Please show us your license.”

“Officers, I’m going to reach around and remove my wallet from my back pocket, OK?”

“Yes, thanks for telling us.”

After checking our IDs, they tell us the road will be cleared within a couple of hours.

After the officers check twenty cars, they return to the front of the line. Three hours later we finally make it in a single line of traffic to the location where the incident started. Pushed to the side of the road are five cars with bullet holes in them. There are folding tables and broken chairs piled on the shoulder of the road. Banners are wrapped together in a pile; the banners are handmade which say “Saint Obsma.” When we pull even to the line of heavily armed police, Kathy says, “Brad, there are four bodies on the right-hand shoulder.” 

“Not the way I thought we’d start our long weekend.”

“Me either, I wonder what other surprises we’ll find.”

The balance of our trip was uneventful. When we pulled into Williamsburg we saw banners hanging on billboards all over the main road into town, half are for Obsma’s Sainthood; the other half against. We also saw at least ten
Gadsden Flags flying on flagpoles. We saw hundreds of the New State of Virginia “Don’t Tread On Me” license plates. Checking into the hotel we noticed an armed guard in the lobby. Checking in, I asked the receptionist why the guard. “There’s been a lot of trouble lately. There’s talk of a rally or parade tomorrow in support of President Obsma being made a Saint. We don’t want any trouble.”

“Honey, do you think we should carry our guns with us?”

“I’m hoping we didn’t pick a war zone for a mini-vacation. Let’s leave them in the car for now. I’m hungry, let’s go check out the famous pancakes.”

“For dinner? No way, I want a couple glasses of wine and fish, you can have your pancakes for breakfast.”