Democrats and gun talking points

If there's one thing the British government don't like , other then British people , its Free Speech and more so anonymity while speaking freely , with this in mind the British Office of Communications is threatening the owners of American website 4Chan with heavy fines of £20,000 plus daily penalties  due to its promotion of anonymous Free Speech because they don't fit in with Labours new "Online Safety" censorship act , the law firm acting on behalf of 4chan have issued a "piss off" notice to Starmer and his fascistas threatening their own court action through American courts and calling on Trump to get involved.

https://x.com/prestonjbyrne/status/1956391746029428914

I'm sure Starmer's proposed action against an American company offering anonymous online free speech on top of his bare faced lies to Trump's face about our "Free Speech" will make for an uncomfortable State visit of Trump for Starmer next month.

Exasperated British Barester Daniel ShenSmith highlights the idiocy.
 

 

My parents both golfed.  My sisters golfed.  And I golfed, for many years.  I was even on the Golf Team in college at the U of U.  

I went over to Malaysia to work, and the big recreation there is golf (big time)!  Everybody golfs, some every single freaking day.  There was a big golf course and club we all belonged to on the way home from the job (which was about 60 miles).  Many guys would stop on the way home and get in 9 holes before heading home, some even 18 holes.  I got suckered into this more than once.

There were also some guys who joined this same club because golf was about the only recreational thing to do there, other than sweat your ass off and cuss at people and things.  (Aside from the food, I hated Malaysia, I really did!  The job was hard enough, let alone where it was...located on the Equator of the fucking Sun.)  Anyway, some of these guys couldn't golf at all.  I envied them.  

One time, I'm playing this hole, and some of these guys were in front of us.  They were moving pretty slow, but I didn't care.  (I'd brought a cooler full of Tiger beer, so I was like..."Whatever!" (not what I really said)).  Anyway, this one guy slices (if you could even call it that, more like hit a 'diagonal' shot) his ball off into the jungle which lined the course on all sides.  This particular area was dense jungle.  But this guy is NOT gonna' lose his ball, so he goes in after it.  Like with gusto!  He's out of sight for a while, when all of a sudden I hear..."AAAAIEEEEGH, AHHHH, OUCH, (thud) AAAAGHEEEIA!  DAMMIT! (whack!) DAMMIT!!  GET OFF ME!!  GAWD DAMMIT!!!"  Just the sound of this dude shrieking had me laughing so hard I almost pissed myself!  I hear more of the same, and pretty soon I see branches and leaves flying up and it looks like the Tasmanian Devil is coming!  By this point, the dude was a human weed wacker, just ripping a path through these bushes making his escape.  This guy comes running out, stumbles and falls down.  Now he's crawling...and shrieking.  So I decided I better drive up and see what the hell was going on (his buddies weren't helping him at all).

I get up to him and he gets up.  He looks like he's been in a street fight (bloody nose, blood all down his shirt, etc.).  "WTF happened to you, dude??", I said.  He says..."A..a...a...erm...I got in there, and this f'ing monkey attacked me out of nowhere!  There's a whole bunch of those bastages in there!!!  GOD DAMMIT!!  JUST DAMMIT!!"  He throws his 5 iron (I think he meant in the direction of his cart, but it just sailed off to the right), and he grabs his Driver.  He's mad as hell now, and he's gonna' head back in there and go to WAR on these monkeys!  "WHOA, WHOA, whoa, dude!!  Hang on a second!", I say to him.  "Don't mess with those monkeys, man, seriously!  They'd Fk you up, bigtime!!  (and they WILL too!)"...says me.  He's like..."I don't care, I'm gonna' KILL THAT MF'er!!!!"  I was actually kinda' worried, until I saw what he did next.  He marches over to the edge of the jungle like he's gonna go to WAR against these monkeys, except he stops.  Then he starts hollering at the top of his lungs..."COME OUT HERE YOU SONS A BITCHES!!"  (I'm sorry, I'm laughing so hard even writing this that I'm crying).  He's wildly swinging his club at the air, the gound, hitting the ground and taking huge divots out, and just flipping out. Then this dude just starts destroying anything within 5 feet of the edge of the jungle!  He's whacking his club off underbrush, big trees, you name it!  His club is all fucked up by now, and he screams again..."COME ON OUT HERE YOU BITCH, IMMA KILL YOUR ASS!!"  Then he just launches his club off into the jungle (it flies out of sight).  He marches right back over to his cart and grabs two more clubs.  This dude has gone completely insane by this point.  This is pretty entertaining, so I moved over to the passenger side of my cart, put my feet up, and cracked open another Tiger!  

The whole time this guy is out of his mind, there's no calming him down...he's just losing it.  (I guess he had a really bad score before this).  He's cussing the whole time.  "GAWD DAMMIT, MF'ING GAWD DAMN MONKEYS...COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME YOU FK'ERS!!"  By now, he's back over at the edge of the jungle again, just hacking everything in sight apart with his club until it's so bent and twisted it's just a metal stick with no head!  Then he grabs his next club..."GAWD DAMMIT!!  COME OUT HERE YOU BASTARDS!!  I DARE YOU!"...then he goes back into weed-wacker mode again!  I have to give this guy credit, he did a helluva job trimming back the jungle about 5 or 6 feet in all directions...impressive!  Even took some pretty impressive hunks out of some of the bigger trees (I think if he would have kept at it, he might have even managed to cut one down!).  Then he comes back for even MORE clubs!  At this point, I told him..."Dude!  You're not gonna' have enough clubs left to finish the hole, let alone the round!!" He sits down on his cart, and puts his head in his hands.  He's still cussin'.  I walked over and handed him a cold Tiger, which he gladly took and slammed.  He gradually started to come out of 'Psycho Weed-Wacker' mode, looked at his golf bag and realized he'd used up about half his clubs.  Then I think he started crying and laughing at the same time.  I handed him one of my towels, dumped some water on it and suggested he wipe off his face.  Still, the whole time he was cussin' up a storm, mumbling..."gawd damned monkeys, I hate those MF'ers, I'm gonna' KILL every last one of those bastages I see from now on!  I'm gonna' club my wife to death if I EVER hear her say how "Cute" they are, ever again!  MF'ing monkeys!!  Mumble, mumble...mumble."

He sits there for a moment, and it looks like he's calming down.  Nope!  After about two minutes, he jumps up, grabs another couple clubs...and starts to head back over there again to wage more battle on these monkeys..."COME ON, YOU MF'ERS!!  I'LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YA!!"  I managed to talk him off the ledge that time.

Oh my gawd, did I ever laugh!  By this time a crowd had showed up for the show, including his buddies, who were no help at all to this poor dude.  Of course, they were all egging him on..."Go back in there and FK those monkeys up, Bill!!"  I told them to back off, and told him to relax.

He angrily reached in his bag, grabbed out another ball, and tossed it over into the middle of the fairway.  He'd mashed most of his good clubs around a tree at that point, so I think he had a putter, sand wedge and a 5 wood left.  He grabbed his 5 wood....and sliced ANOTHER ball off into the jungle on the same side about 75 yards down the fairway.  He bounced his club off his cart, started cussing again, and said he was "damn sure" getting his ball back this time!  I told him he was on his own, and continued my play.  I found my lie, and promptly sliced my shot off into the same gawddamned trees, but about 160 yards away.  Sigh.  I slammed my beer, hopped in my cart and drove up to the green and dropped a ball about 5 yards off the green...which, of course, I hit right over the green into the sand trap on the far side!

Did I mention...I hate golf?!!!!  LOL! 

There really is enough innuendo or smoke to make one consider the possibilities. I post just a short extract from the article.

https://news.joshwho.net/p/mossad-inside...e_vignette

Quote:We were informed that Jeffrey Epstein had passed away. We were shown a cell. A sheet for the bed. a hyoid bone fracture. However, what transpired was the largest cover-up since 9/11, not justice.
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The official narrative has been completely overturned by shocking disclosures from Israel: Epstein did not commit suicide. as he never passed away.
According to insiders, Epstein wasn't only a predator; he was always a valuable intelligence asset.
He was a weapon. A extortionist. A handler. An instrument of Mossad and the CIA.




Additionally, they evacuated him rather than killed him when exposure threatened the operation.
Change your body. staged death. Israel is the destination.
He is now back in business, working for the globalists as a blackmail operator for Israeli intelligence.
And this is where the darkness sets in: Formerly yelling for justice, top U.S. intelligence officers are now being silent.
Or worse, they might change their mind. Straight-faced, irrational denials. evasive responses. And a coordinated quiet at once.

They aren't hiding a suicide.




They are disguising themselves as a ghost.

Because if Epstein had dirt on them or was employed by them... What does that reveal about their true target audience?
If the most influential individuals are being observed... What are your chances?

The digital prison of the globalist is not imminent. It has already arrived.

Do you still believe that Israel wouldn't spy on the powerful using someone like Epstein?
Then you have no idea how actual intelligence operations operate. when complete control is their goal.

Quote:Israeli Official Arrested in Nevada Child Sex Operation Is Released and Back in Israel
Tom Alexandrovich works under Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu's office.
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Michael Luciano
A top cybersecurity official for the Israeli government was arrested in Nevada during an undercover operation targeting child sex predators.
Tom Alexandrovich was apprehended and faced felony charges of “Luring a Child with Computer for Sex Act,” according to the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department, which assisted in conducting the operation from nearby Henderson, Nevada.
“A multi-agency operation targeting child sex predators led to the arrest of eight individuals over the last two weeks,” the department said in a release published on Friday. The release lists the names of 38-year-old Tom Artiom Alexandrovich and seven others.
Sometime after the arrest became public, Alexandrovich’s LinkedIn profile was deleted. According to a screenshot posted online, his LinkedIn said he is the Executive Director of the Israel Cyber Directorate, which is a government agency that operates under the office of Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. Alexandrovich was in Las Vegas to attend this year’s Black Hat Briefings, an annual gathering of cybersecurity professionals. He posted a photo of himself at the conference on his LinkedIn before the account was deleted…

Quote:The US government just ordered the Pentagon to start using lethal force against the drug cartels. This is a gigantic change because up until now the US military has only been authorized to creep on the cartel using surveillance flights. This is not a drill you guys, this information is coming straight from The New York Times sources inside the white house and the plan has already been in motion for the past couple of weeks.

"I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"

Hi All,

Any interest in pencils, both Wood and Mechanical pencils?

I think I may have mentioned, possibly a long, long, time ago...I collect pencils.  Dorky hobby, I know.  But, I enjoy it it!  A lot actually!  It's a hobby, like woodworking, which I can continue to do as I get older, and it's pretty interesting as well.  Surprisingly interesting...surprisingly.

In the Wood pencil category, I try to collect what (among collectors, and yes, there are actually other dorks like me) are known as 'Premium Wood pencils'.  Generally, this means graded graphite pencils, not to be confused with your run of the mill common yellow school pencils (which do have a grade embossed on them, usually "2 HB" (which is actually an incorrect misnomer reference)).  These are often referred to as a "standard Number 2 pencil".  There's a long history behind how this pencil became known this way, but there's also a very long history associated with pencils in general.  And, believe it or not, pencils in their current form were quite a revolutionary development in their day.  Even more of a revolutionary development than the pen which really wasn't all that revolutionary at all.  Before the pencil's invention there was really nothing to write with which could be erased, and a pencil could.  And, paper as we know it today was outrageously expensive, so being able to erase things was a very important development.  

The very first 'pencil' was invented somewhere around, or just before, 1599.  The exact date is debatable, and the reason for this is the pencil took many, many, forms before it took the shape we know it as today.  And, when I say "many, many", I mean just that, prior to 1599 there were countless writing instruments, which also had various names, of just about every shape and size you can imagine.  In fact, the earliest pencils weren't even pencils at all, but rather a chunk of rock, graphite or antimony, which would leave a mark on paper.  So, as you can imagine, this evolution took on many forms before arriving at what we know today.

I'll keep this short(er) for easier reading, but if anyone is interested, I can share however much people are interested in knowing about pencils.  I am particularly interested in wood pencils, but I can also converse in mechanical pencils as well, because I also collect those.

Enjoy!!

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.....

           


Billionaire Larry Ellison says a vast AI-fueled surveillance system can ensure 'citizens will be on their best behavior'


Waybackmacine link

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• Larry Ellison says AI will enable a vast surveillance system that can monitor citizens.
  
• Ellison, the billionaire cofounder of Oracle, shared his thoughts on AI during a recent meeting.
  
• Oracle, a software company, is aggressively pursuing AI projects.
  

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Walking down a suburban neighborhood street already feels like [url=https://www.businessinsider.com/does-ring-camera-spy-on-you-2023-6]a Ring doorbell panopticon.

But this is only the start of our surveillance dystopia, according to Larry Ellison, the billionaire cofounder of Oracle. He said AI will usher in a new era of surveillance that he gleefully said will ensure "citizens will be on their best behavior."
Ellison made the comments as he spoke to investors earlier this week during an Oracle financial analysts meeting, where he shared his thoughts on the future of AI-powered surveillance tools.

Ellison said AI would be used in the future to constantly watch and analyze vast surveillance systems, like security cameras, police body cameras, doorbell cameras, and vehicle dashboard cameras.
"We're going to have supervision," Ellison said. "Every police officer is going to be supervised at all times, and if there's a problem, AI will report that problem and report it to the appropriate person. Citizens will be on their best behavior because we are constantly recording and reporting everything that's going on."
Ellison also expects AI drones to replace police cars in high-speed chases. "You just have a drone follow the car," Ellison said. "It's very simple in the age of autonomous drones." He did not say if those drones would broadcast the chases on network news.

Ellison's company, Oracle, like almost every company these days, is aggressively pursuing opportunities in the AI industry. It already has several projects in the works, including one in partnership with Elon Musk's SpaceX.
Ellison is the world's sixth-richest man with a net worth of $157 billion, according to Bloomberg.
Ellison's children have made names for themselves in the film industry. His daughter Megan Ellison founded her production company Annapurna Pictures in 2011, and his son David Ellison is set to become CEO of Paramount after it completes its merger with Skydance Media.

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CIA's Ark of the Covenant quest revived as new revelations point to biblical relic's location

Congresswoman Anna Paulina Luna has reignited interest in the sacred relic by spotlighting declassified 1988 CIA documents that allegedly used psychic 'remote viewing' to track it.
'The CIA allegedly located the Ark of the Covenant,' Luna said on the Joe Rogan Experience, calling it an 'Indiana Jones moment.'
The documents detail Remote Viewer No. 032, trained to perceive distant objects through psychic means, being given coordinates to observe an unidentified target. 
The viewer's notes reportedly described a 'container of wood, gold, and silver' adorned with seraphim, hidden in a 'dark and wet' underground site in a Middle Eastern region with 'mosque domes' and Arabic-speaking locals in white robes.


There has always been a theory that Rabbis are hiding the Ark under the Temple Mount in a cave, and will bring it out at the right time.

would dearly love to see it discovered

IMO there is nothing more capable of evil than our fellow human beings. Just look at the news and the world around you for evidence. In the following story Evil is the predominate force while the Good is but hanging on to a shoe string of life.

WC3 The 4th of July

It was the 4th of July and I was supposed to meet a new girl I really had the hots for, an guide her to my lake cabin. We had been semi dating, when our schedules permitted, over the last couple of months so I was really happy we finally got a chance for a few days to be together. She was a Flight Attendant for the Airline I worked for and we had met on a long international flight with several layovers. The whole crew had gone out to eat on one of the layovers in Paris and for some reason we seemed to be seated directly across from each other..

The 'some reason' was due to my devilish plans I assure you. During that night and over the next few days of the trip we got to know each other. She had actually traded positions with the first class flight attendant so she could provide what little service there was to the pit (flight deck).

Just random thoughts of my first seeing her as I packed the fishing gear and brought two AR-15s along with a couple of pistols to shoot. Lisa had said she shot her father's guns before and really liked the thrill of shooting. So, I figured between fishing and shooting, if things did not work out for the bedroom, at least we would have something to do for a couple of days.

I arrived at the gas station I had told her to meet me at and as luck would have it she pulled in right beside me. After the normal greetings and insuring she did not want anything from the limited offerings of the food court at the gas station we departed in two cars for the cabin. Two cars; a form of insurance for the both of us just in case either one of us got tired of each others company.

Actually we had a wonderful time for the next few days and I was really thinking, “Finally someone who was both smart and fun to be with without being girly weird”.

It was agreed after packing the cars with our stuff that Lisa would follow me to my place and leave her car there while we went to a real restaurant and enjoyed a meal that someone else would have to prepare for us.

My Lake Cabin was in a valley where there was usually no cell phone coverage so I suppose that is why once I cleared the high mountain pass, my phone went crazy with notifications of missed calls and messages pending!

The first message I looked at just said, “We have been invaded and martial law has been declared”!

Well, that got my attention, so I turned on my hazard flashing lights and pulled to the side of the road. Lisa stopped directly behind me and in my rear view mirror I could see she was studying her cell phone too.

I read several of the messages and they all basically said the same thing. There had been some Alien star ship arrive in the wide open spaces of Arizona close to Area 51 and Groom lake. The first government assets to arrive at the location had reportedly been destroyed with no survivors !

So much for friendly Aliens and singing songs around a camp fire in some type of galactic brotherhood pow wow, no ?

As I was calling a friend of mine by the name of John, Lisa opened the passenger side door of my car and took a seat next to me with her own cell phone in hand.

I placed my cell phone on 'speaker phone' so she could hear the conversation.

Lisa joining me made me feel better just by her presence. She was smart enough to listen attentively and remain quiet even though her eyes were wide and looked almost scared”.

“John what to heck is going on”?

“Hey, where have you been I've been calling you for two days”!

“Lisa and I were at the cabin by the lake”.

“Oh, OK, that explains it. Man the crapola has hit the fan big time”!

There was a slight pause for effect and then John continued. “Little and his family were visiting their in-laws when the ship's arrival was announced. They then returned home to find their house occupied by police and DHS which informed them their house was now commandeered as a command center..... they would need to go to camp Evens for shelter during this national crisis. Everyone is being told to go to the closest camp where they will be cared for or to shelter in place until authorities can come for them. Little told me all this before he arrived at Evans and now it seems like his cell phone is off...... I can't raise him”.

John continued, “I went back to my city condo only to find the street blocked off by a bunch of guys in black battle rattle carrying ARs and backed up by Armored Personnel Carriers. I was also told, go to camp Evens. Christ man, they gave me a map and everything......They even offered to have someone ride with me if I wanted ! I lied and told them I had actually worked on the camps construction and was very familiar with its' location; so there would be no need for a ride along. They bought the story and I am now holed up with Roger, Mark, Sam, and Bob in the club house on the golf course. Everyone’s family, except for Bobs, are here with us”.

“Bob's wife and kids took a plane to see her parents in Texas and can not get back for all domestic flights are grounded..... His wife and kids are being told to go to Camp Hershel. Around Ft. Hood..... This is some weird shit man....... On all the news stations there are only 'emergency broadcast' saying go to some local camp until the government can figure out what to do”.

“Why didn't you guys go to a camp John”?

“We were going to until I caught the video of the ship. The news reports that were shown at first showed a really big, maybe 5 miles across, ship sitting low above the desert as some of our military arrived at the location. There was a flash and the video went dead. They then showed a video from a chopper which was supposedly taken during the attack. The chopper video went blank during the flash and when the camera came back on you could see the Alien ship and several blackened burned out vehicles not a 1/4 mile from the ship”.


“Jay I am telling you now that film and the attack was fake”!

“Fake, how do you know”?

“I was the chopper pilot who filmed those vehicles used in the invasion news report while I was in Iraq.......... It was Roger my front seater and I who attacked and destroyed those vehicles on highway One! They just did CGI for the ship and spliced my gun camera footage to make their story believable”!

“John are you sure”?

“Absolutely man ! Those were ISIS I caught with U.S. Military equipment not 20 clicks from Baghdad and that film is my BDA gun camera footage of the event”!

“OK John you guys need to move now ! If this is the long awaited false flag event everyone has felt was over due, NSA already knows where you guys are. If you can get to our float plane and stay low you know where we will be..... I will try and contact you tomorrow around 12 noon for a quicky update”.

As I hung up Lisa looked at me and said, “I had fun at the cabin and there are plenty of fish in the lake so it won't be like we are going to starve now will it? We will just have to do Steak and a Baked potato another day”.

“ Ya Know, I can't think of anyone I would rather be with than you” I replied, as I tried to sound cool, calm, and collected.

I then added,“Thanks Lisa for not going off the deep end.”

She giggled and said,“My daddy was special forces and I was a military brat so I know when to lose it and when to hold it; most of the time”!

“ Military Brat ! No wonder you can shoot like some Ace of the Base” !

She just smiled back at me for acknowledging her marksmanship; which I had already done several times over these last two days..

“Since it looks like we will be at the cabin for awhile, there is something I did not tell you before...... from the front right corner of the cabin if you walk 90 paces or about 90 yards, parallel to the front of the house there is a well hidden cellar where I have been storing survival food and stuff for the last 10 years. You and I could probably survive at the cabin for the rest of our natural lives barring any type of serious illness”.

I continued, “Hopefully this will all be sorted out before we have to find out just how long vacuum sealed and dehydrated food stuff really last”.

“Wow Jay, aren't you just full of surprises,” she mused....

We returned to the cabin and unpacked our stuff and then went fishing after I showed her the cellar. She was nicely impressed by the sound of her “wow”, for the cellar was 40' by 25' with a 12 foot ceiling. Crates of ammo and food were stacked from floor to ceiling with no space wasted. She just looked at me and commented, “Well aren't you the big pack rat of these here mountains”. I just shrugged and smiled.. trying not to think of all the work that had gone into the making of this (bunker) cellar that had six feet of dirt over its' steel reenforced concrete ceiling. The cellar had not been a half assed project I assure you.

I never considered myself one of the so called Preppers. I was just a guy who had money and time to do things I thought were prudent because of all the things going on in the world and America in particular.

The cabin was great because it was deeply isolated in a lake filled valley but reception for normal radio signals or cellphones was hit and miss at the best of times, or just not available. I never had bothered with a television or a satellite dish for there were always fun things to do or something to work on when I flew or drove to the cabin for a few days.

While fishing I was thinking about the no news and the reception situation so decided I needed to do something about it.

I had purchased a short wave radio a couple of years ago and stored it in the cellar so I figured it was time to get it out and see what we could pick up on the airwaves. It was a receive only radio but at least if there were transmissions we should be able to pick something up if I tied a piece of a long wire to its' short existing antenna. I strung the wire up and around a few tall trees without falling and killing myself and then went for the radio.

The radio was retrieved and was plugged into the generator via a long extension cord but all we could pick up initially were broken and faint emergency broadcast. Finally after hunting around the frequencies and a few slight antenna adjustments I came across one recording of a guy calling all Colorado Oath Keepers to, “Exercise plan 4”. The message was just an 'auto repeat' recording yet even so, as I listened, the signal stopped in mid sentence. I went back to some of the prior frequencies that were broadcasting before and they were all dead now. Someone or something must have pulled the electric plug on everyone ?

The next day I tried to call John at the mountain pass but the cellphones had no signal.

About a month later a familiar float plane landed on our small 4 mile lake. Lisa and I ran down to the dock armed while hoping it would be a friendly face we would see. As the plane taxied closer to the dock I could see someone had used the Beaver for target practice for it had 27 holes that I could count from stem to stern. The radial engine was shut down and with the wind and existing speed the craft coasted (at a speed of slightly less than a big bump) towards our dock which extended for 20 feet into the water.. The forward entry door opened and a figure exited to stand on one of the pontoons; we could see it was sure enough, John!

John tossed a line to us and we were able to pull the aircraft gently next to the dock and secure it to the moorings.

As he stepped off the pontoon and onto the dock John looked like he had lost at least 20 pounds. He was never fat but he looked gaunt and older than I remember him form just a couple of months ago.

Since we were both part owners of the DHC-2 Beaver my first remark was, “Well I hope they shot the crap out of your half and left mine alone”!

He just broke up laughing as he said, “Sorry Jay, I think they got both of us”.

It was a tired nervous laugh which Lisa picked up on, so she invited us to go to the cabin for a nice hot cup of coffee.

After we were seated and Lisa was with us, coffee and all, John started on what had transpired in the American world we once knew.

The current president only had 6 months remaining in his second term of office. (How that guy ever got elected for two terms was beyond all three of us ?)
Since becoming president over 100 million Americans were unemployed as thousands of companies closed their doors to open overseas or just shut down where they stood. In the mean time, millions of uneducated illegal people crossed the borders coming to America and the government welcomed them by providing food stamps, education, and even help in finding jobs. Any attempt to stem the flow of this mass of people by the border states was met by Lawsuits from Washington's D.O.J. along with 'cease and desist' orders by federal judges.

The cover story for martial law had been some hostile Alien ship had landed and was sending out scout ships to attack our cities and some random military basses. There had been some city suburbs almost totally destroyed such as South Chicago and parts of Newark N.J. while others had gone unscathed like Houston and the Dallas Ft. Worth Metroplex.. DHS and other law enforcement agencies had been evacuating small towns and sending everyone to various named camps which were actually the so called Fema camps that many people refused to believe existed. Once you were in a designated camp no one ever heard from you again unless you were one of the chosen few selected to survive.

All cellphones and most of the electricity for the entire nation was out except for the FEMA camps, because they generated their own power.

The lights at the camps attracted people like moths to a flame on a dark night.

John and a few friends had staked out camp Evans for three days and had estimated over one million people had been admitted through the gates. Other than the smoke from the generators the camp was totally quiet. No people outside, except for some guys in SWAT or military attire. Furthermore, there were no kids playing on the swing sets and slides during the day even though the weather had been really nice.

One night John and Bob had gone in close to the wire fence to see what they could find out. The group of people who had been admitted that day were all passed out in the receiving hall evidently for uniformed people were loading bodies onto a flat bed truck at least two hundred at a time. The bodies were stacked like cord wood. The loaded truck would then drive the short distance to the power plant and while it unloaded the bodies, another truck was being filled with more bodies from the receiving hall. From their vantage point they could see some female bodies being separated from the main group to be stripped, fondled, and gawked at, or worse by some of the Unloaders; John almost threw up.

Upon seeing a little of this operation both of them knew they were in well over their heads so they backed off and departed to a more secure observation post. The next day they saw 12 belt loaders being delivered to the camp. John and Bob figured the guys loading the bodies had protested about all the work and no doubt Belt loaders would work much better than all the lifting of bodies onto trucks. The whole process had been laborious and not a very efficient way of moving so many bodies.

Bob and John with most of the Golf course group had joined up with an element of the Colorado Oath Keepers which had formed an armed Militia; they had been on the run and trying to survive ever since.

John had later survived an ambush that was set by DHS so he had decided to try and fly out of his private lake home in the Beaver. During takeoff someone opened up with small arms fire and ventilated the bird with some unneeded holes while barely missing John in the process.

To further reinforce the evil that was being done to the American people, John had only seen citizens killed by our own people who were working for DHS or some other sick law enforcement agency of this so called government. He was at wits end for there was no place to run. No Power, no communication, no food, roving bands of idiots with guns wanting whatever you had to stay alive and out of the camps..... this was the general rule of conduct in the new America he had observed and experienced first hand.

John had seen a family of 4 gunned down in broad daylight in the middle of main street as he was rummaging around for supplies in a closed coffee shop !

It was DHS personnel who had shot these four people for they were seen to come out of the Dairy Queen they were holed up in to kick the bodies and see if anyone was still alive. As John covertly watched a third man came out from the Dairy Queen and appeared to be upset that the 4 had been shot. One of the two who had probably done the original shooting just walked behind this new guy and blew his brains out with an AR chambered in 5.56 using some of the millions of hollow points rounds DHS had been buying over the last few years..

As John was beginning on another part of his story, we all heard what I knew to be the roar of mini gun firing. We charged the door to see what was up just in time to see the Beaver being destroyed in a hail of bullets. A fast mover passed over the lake at low level doing at least the speed of sound for when the sound wave concussion hit us we were almost knocked off our feet by the noise alone. I grabbed Lisa's hand and screamed “Run” as we headed for the cellar. We almost made it before some type of dropped bomb or missile destroyed the cabin.


As I briefly regained consciousness the last thing I saw were the mangled bodies of Lisa and John who had been directly behind me when the cabin was destroyed. They were both unrecognizable for who they once were; just bloody pieces of meat and hair scattered over the blackened forest floor.

How long I was out I really do not know, for the next thing I felt, was a hand on my neck and someone saying, “We got a live one”! Then I must have passed out once again.

I regained consciousness with some of my wits in a cave while laying on a cot. There was an I.V. In my left hand which only hurt very slightly when compared to several other real pains that seemed to want most of my attention . I knew better than to try an move other than my eyes, which thankfully seemed to be one of the few parts of my body that still worked and were not in total rebellion from pain.

A big guy came by and said, “Looks like you are going to make it after all ! I bet the doc pulled enough lumber out of your body to build an outhouse”.

“Where am I,” was my weaker than expected response.

“My friend you are with what's left of our element of the Oath keepers. We call ourselves the CFF which is short for, 'The Constitutional Freedom Fighters' of Colorado”.

“I hope you do not mind but we went through you billfold and found your pilots license. It says you can fly helicopters and fixed wing aircraft with an Airline Transport Pilot License.... When you are well and able there will be a few things you can do for us if you are up to it”.

“Thirsty.... water......please”. I managed to get past my cracked lips.

Post script:

In the first ninety days of this false flag event an estimated 60 million Americans died from the chaos and lack of medicine, water, and food. Another estimated 138 million were put to death in the camps.

The kids between the ages of 6 and 12 were not put to death but were sent to reeducation camps. America was not the only country who was using this model to destroy the 'unneeded and undesirables' of their populations for this was a world wide effort by 80% of all governments..

The answer to the 'why question' was actually simple if you understood the hard core socialist elite and their descendants who had been planning on this conceptual One World Socialist State for almost 90 years.

In this 'new socialist feudal state' everyone the world over would work in government directed programs for 12 hours a day for ten days straight before they could received one day off. All would be paid the same wage and private property was a thing of the past except for the Elite.

Those who complained would be either reeducated or sent to a receiving camp which was nothing more than a code name for a death camp. There was no retirement plan for anyone because, when you became unproductive or to old to work you were sent to a so called medical facility or a retirement home which emulated the receiving camps; in other words you were put to death.

Those who were at the top of this pyramid lived a lifestyle of power and hedonism that has not been seen since the Great Emperors ruled some rich land long ago.

Heads of even the lower local departments for this One World Socialist State were were well provided for either directly or through graft and corruption. Sexual favors were common if one needed a little extra food or an extra day off; providing the local sectional director or one of the staff had an eye for you. Otherwise breeding for replacements was strictly based upon genetics or a particular section leader's desires with his personal harem..

Evidently department heads fell out of favor regularly for there was a continuous reshuffling of the top positions at many departments to include the New Socialist Security Force (SSF) . Usually the reshuffling was preceded by accusing the existing section head of not producing their fair share of some quota which seemed to change at the discretion of the supreme council's edits.

Resistance really was futile. You either submitted to the new section leaders 'will' or you were put to death; sometimes in very perverted and creative ways for all the world to see.

This “Man Made Technocracy of Evil” that came upon the Earth, made the dark ages and the inquisition, seem like heaven on earth by anyone's comparison.

The section leader's children had the best of everything to include special education. While the reeducated young of the masses after a few short years, knew no other life. Any prior history and life style was deleted from their minimal 5 years of education. This existence they now lived was the way it has always been, and would always be, just ask anyone of their caste .

THE END.

The inspiration for the story was given me while listening to the following video.Caravan To Midnight - Episode 250 Patrick Wood: Technocracy Rising
 Final Foot note:

As we used to say in Texas, “It is just a yarn (story) to scare the kiddies at night”.

Any likelihood of any of this happening is strictly for the yarns sake or you can chalk it up to an over active imagination and a writer's contest about good and evil; may we all hope and pray that will always be the case when writing about such matters..

The real, no kidding this time, I kinda promise, THE END...... to a story that has happened to many populations (on a smaller scale) before in various countries (if you leave out the Alien stuff).