Revolt and Reset

by **New Wyoming Territory** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 1:12 am

..Returning back home, the Buttons began thier clearing of the land and the construction of their cabin and barn. AI bots had been given to them and numerous other mountaineers to significantly shorten the duration of the building of the homesteads. Most could be completely done in less than a month, which was a good thing as winter was rapidly approaching.

Josiah was splitting shingles when he heard the snapping of a twig behind him. Turning, he saw three people standing at the edge of the woods, looking at him. They wore deer-skin breeches and wool tunics, their heads topped by the fur of the grey wolf. Thigh-high moccasins and neck-beads completed their garb.

Josiah recognized them at once. They were of the tribe known as the Wolven. Not an overly large tribe, but noted for their ferocity when it came to protecting their lands. Josiah raised a hand in greeting, saying nothing.

At length, the three moved forward out of the shadows of the woods and stood before Josiah. Without preamble, one said, "We have heard you went to see the President and she has given directions to rid our land of evil. We wish to be part of this cleansing. What shall we do?"

Josiah was at a loss for words, but he gathered his thoughts and said, "She has given the oversight of this operation to one called Talbot. There are written orders, but if you want information, I can steer you to it."

The Wolven did not venture into settled lands very often, no more than once every twenty years or so. They had nothing resembling modern technology. No phones, no electricity or plumbing. And certainly no internet capabilities. "Just tell us. We are not interested in your electronic gadgets. Speak, and we will comply."

Josiah ran a hand through his hair and said, "Basically, wherever you find evil, you must first try to talk sense to it. Failing that, you are to kill it."

The Wolven laughed. "We will skip the first step. We will kill the corrupt. The bodies will never be found. We will begin south of here in the suburbs of Fort Collins. When the President's armies invade, we will scout for them." They nodded and turned back to the forest. In a moment, they were not to be seen as they blended quietly into the shadowed murk of the oaks and birch trees.

Josiah let out a long breath. This was just the second time he had seen the Wolven. He was very glad that they were on his side..........

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Thu Mar 28, 2019 2:41 pm

..Liberty City, on the banks of the Mississippi River, Missouri..

"In-fucking-credible....These fucking AI bots built this city in under eight months. Look at it! Magnificent!"

Vice-President Pennse could not believe his eyes. "All the monuments, all the museums, and our new Capitol building and your White House! Unbelieveable!"

Nikki Haley was equally impressed. Right now, there were no tourists, no traffic, none of the former bullshit that marked the nation's capitol.

"How do we keep it this way, Mike? This is a moment in history that will not ever be repeated. The aura of peace and security is hanging over ths city, perhaps as it was back in the late 1700s. Peaceful, powerful."

General Pattone spoke. "Madame President. We have a new beginning. If we are strong, we can preserve this new beginning if we are vigiliant."

Haley cocked her head. "And what does that mean, General? Just eliminate all that we don't like? Or that with which we don't agree with?"

The general hung his head and said, "No ma'am. We don't discriminate on the basis of appearence, color, nationality, or race. But if whatever is not in sync with our Constitution, then we must deal with it truthfully and honestly."

"And what if the citizens don't agree or approve?"

"Simple, Ma'am. The Constitution of the Meritocratic Republic of the United States speaks very plainly concerning how we run this country. If anyone doesn't agree with it's standards, then they are shit-outta-luck. I don't give a rat's ass if anyone thinks the Cosntitution is subject to modern interpretation. It is not an evolving statement. It says what it means and means what it says."

The President looked out over the pristine landscape, white marble structures glistening in the noonday sun. "Well said, General. We have just three more situations to empower. Then I can resort to governing this Meritocracy in a most efficient manner." She gazed at the new section of monuments of Liberty, DC. "After I solidify this country's holdings, I will turn my attention to those third-world countries in South America. Hopefully, beofre my eight years are up, the MSoA will be in possession of those shithole countries of South America. Drugs, slavery, and poverty will be a thing of the past, and all of equatorial America will be organized and prosperous."

General Pattonn asked, "Well, what about the Constitutional law about being involved in foreign affairs?"

Nikki grinned. "General, when I revoke 99% of welfare recipients, and deport or otherwise remove the financial leeches from our system, there'll be far more than enough money to reduce the narco-states to oblivion and return humanity to the southern hemisphere. There will not be anymore favelas, no more drug squads, no more poverty or un-treated disease. The Meritocratic Republic of the United States of America will extend its Constitutioal borders wherever they are needed." Nikki stared off into the distance.

"Then, perhaps, we can twist the arms of the degenerate European nation-states to get their shit together and quit this foolish trend toward socialistic-globalism. Hell, the French are already fed up with it. That young LePen woman is going to be elected President next month....Then we'll begin to see the turn-around....and get get some good deals on French cheese and French wine!"

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Wed Apr 10, 2019 6:50 am

..Pine Knot, Texas..

"Corporal Swiggins! Front and center!" Sgt. Kathy Viggi sat at her desk, obviously agitated.

"Yes, sergeant."

"Two hundred fifty body-bags at two hundred dollars each." She looked up at him. "Explain!"

Swiggins replied, "Ma'am, as you know, the standard body-bag runs less than 50 USD. However, these bags have been requisitioned by Commander Talbot for the...recently deceased... in Chicago. Disregarding the thousands killed in the US takeove of the the greater Chicago area, there have been nearly 250 bodies that he wants bagged and transported to Liberty City in Missouri."

"For what purpose? Is there any difference between Chicago corpses and other corpses?"

"Unknown, Ma'am. All the info I have concerns the new bags as specifically requested by Liberty City. Evidently something special about these dead folk."

Viggi was a second cousin to President Haley. "Get me the White House...stat!"

An hour later, Viggi had her answer. Disturbing, yet gratifying.

She'd talked directly to her cousin. "So Nikki, your'e telling me two things. First, there are still enemy units operating in greater Chicago despite the American military scorched-earth policy you've directed they follow. We know that, along with Detroit, upwards of 90% of old Chicago and it's environs have been leveled. We know you have plans to re-create these cities in a more workable fashion. But that is for later-on."

She paused. "What the hell is going on with these newly-discovered enemy units? We were told they were all dead. The illegals from south and central America, the Islamic Sharia Imams, and the drug-running Mafioso were all but eliminated. Who are there remaining liberals?"

She was told there are more who survived the wiping out of Constitutional enemies than previously known. As near as could be determined, there were upwards of 500 armed insurgents who were hell-bent on killing as many of their enemies as possible before they were wiped out. A suicide mission to be sure. But they were dedicated.

"Okay, and so who is it that has been piling up the enemy bodies? Do you have Seals or other Spec-Ops people up there?"

Haley hesitated. "Not exactly, Kathy. There are what we call PMCs up there."

"PMCs?"

"Private Military Contractors."

"Mercs?"

"Worse.......vigilantes."

Silence for a while. "So, this is a good or bad thing?"

"Both, Kathy. They are unauthorized agents who take the law into their own hands. They are very efficient, and they kill only those who are against the MRoA. They've racked up 127 kills to date."

"Okay, so what's the down-side?"

"Well, obviously, non-insurgent folks might be caught in the cross-fire."

"Has that happened?"

"No, not yet. But it looks like we have copy-cats in Detroit and other cities. Not good, Kathy. Not good."

"Do we know who these mercs are?"

"Yes, and I can name names. There's four of them. Spec-Ops, Seals, Delta Force trained. Bobby Simone, Roy Gibbs, Rocky Carroll, and Judy Rizzoli."

Viggi was stunned. "These are the cream of the crop, Ma'am. Legendary. And there's only four of them?"

Nikki was quiet for a few seconds. "There's one more. Frank Talbot. You remember him, don't you?"

"Good lord almighty, Nikki! You still messing with him? I thought he was ancient history."

"He's the best at what he does, Kathy. One-hundred percent kill-rate. That's why those body-bags are necessary. I want these enemies sent here for identification. We think they are being funded by Euro-Asian oligarchs. You know the situation in Europe, the Middle East, and parts of Asia. Chaos is a mild word. Only Israel is relatively safe, and that's due to our support. Muscovi warlords, Hindu-Kush revolutionary councils, and numerous Chinese nation-states are slowly coming together with just one thing in mind........the conquest of North America. I have tripled the defenses up in our Alaskan territories and Hawaii has been turned into a virtual island-wide military base. Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines are digging into the remote sections of the islands. I have doubled the Coast Guard there as well as along the Pacific Coast and the Atlantic-Gulf Coasts. I've ordered our forces into all of the Caribbean Islands, much to the very verbal protests of the countries that own them. I've told the southern generals to take possession of portions of central America as well as Chile and Argentina."

"And Europe?"

Nikki sighed. "They, with the possible exception of France, have fully submerged themselves in global-socialism. There are a couple of hold-outs. Hungary, Poland, and Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia have regained republican governments. Curiously enough, France has ousted the social-liberal liars and thugs in favor of....of all things....a return of the monarchy. A king of the hereditary Bourbon line has swept into power, and the country is once once again run by an aristocratic system. Royalty and nobility. Dukes, Earls, Barons, and the like. So far, so good. The French, as always, are on our side."

Viggi thought for a moment. "So, maybe we should double the number of body-bags requested?"

Haley smiled. "That's the spirit! Our people will get them all. You can count on it!"

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Wed Apr 17, 2019 2:13 pm

Foxton-Sunbury wrote:..Pine Knot, Texas..

"Corporal Swiggins! Front and center!" Sgt. Kathy Viggi sat at her desk, obviously agitated.

"Yes, sergeant."

"Two hundred fifty body-bags at two hundred dollars each." She looked up at him. "Explain!"

Swiggins replied, "Ma'am, as you know, the standard body-bag runs less than 50 USD. However, these bags have been requisitioned by Commander Talbot for the...recently deceased... in Chicago. Disregarding the thousands killed in the US takeove of the the greater Chicago area, there have been nearly 250 bodies that he wants bagged and transported to Liberty City in Missouri."

"For what purpose? Is there any difference between Chicago corpses and other corpses?"

"Unknown, Ma'am. All the info I have concerns the new bags as specifically requested by Liberty City. Evidently something special about these dead folk."

Viggi was a second cousin to President Haley. "Get me the White House...stat!"

An hour later, Viggi had her answer. Disturbing, yet gratifying.

She'd talked directly to her cousin. "So Nikki, your'e telling me two things. First, there are still enemy units operating in greater Chicago despite the American military scorched-earth policy you've directed they follow. We know that, along with Detroit, upwards of 90% of old Chicago and it's environs have been leveled. We know you have plans to re-create these cities in a more workable fashion. But that is for later-on."

She paused. "What the hell is going on with these newly-discovered enemy units? We were told they were all dead. The illegals from south and central America, the Islamic Sharia Imams, and the drug-running Mafioso were all but eliminated. Who are there remaining liberals?"

She was told there are more who survived the wiping out of Constitutional enemies than previously known. As near as could be determined, there were upwards of 500 armed insurgents who were hell-bent on killing as many of their enemies as possible before they were wiped out. A suicide mission to be sure. But they were dedicated.

"Okay, and so who is it that has been piling up the enemy bodies? Do you have Seals or other Spec-Ops people up there?"

Haley hesitated. "Not exactly, Kathy. There are what we call PMCs up there."

"PMCs?"

"Private Military Contractors."

"Mercs?"

"Worse.......vigilantes."

Silence for a while. "So, this is a good or bad thing?"

"Both, Kathy. They are unauthorized agents who take the law into their own hands. They are very efficient, and they kill only those who are against the MRoA. They've racked up 127 kills to date."

"Okay, so what's the down-side?"

"Well, obviously, non-insurgent folks might be caught in the cross-fire."

"Has that happened?"

"No, not yet. But it looks like we have copy-cats in Detroit and other cities. Not good, Kathy. Not good."

"Do we know who these mercs are?"

"Yes, and I can name names. There's four of them. Spec-Ops, Seals, Delta Force trained. Bobby Simone, Roy Gibbs, Rocky Carroll, and Judy Rizzoli."

Viggi was stunned. "These are the cream of the crop, Ma'am. Legendary. And there's only four of them?"

Nikki was quiet for a few seconds. "There's one more. Frank Talbot. You remember him, don't you?"

"Good lord almighty, Nikki! You still messing with him? I thought he was ancient history."

"He's the best at what he does, Kathy. One-hundred percent kill-rate. That's why those body-bags are necessary. I want these enemies sent here for identification. We think they are being funded by Euro-Asian oligarchs. You know the situation in Europe, the Middle East, and parts of Asia. Chaos is a mild word. Only Israel is relatively safe, and that's due to our support. Muscovi warlords, Hindu-Kush revolutionary councils, and numerous Chinese nation-states are slowly coming together with just one thing in mind........the conquest of North America. I have tripled the defenses up in our Alaskan territories and Hawaii has been turned into a virtual island-wide military base. Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines are digging into the remote sections of the islands. I have doubled the Coast Guard there as well as along the Pacific Coast and the Atlantic-Gulf Coasts. I've ordered our forces into all of the Caribbean Islands, much to the very verbal protests of the countries that own them. I've told the southern generals to take possession of portions of central America as well as Chile and Argentina."

"And Europe?"

Nikki sighed. "They, with the possible exception of France, have fully submerged themselves in global-socialism. There are a couple of hold-outs. Hungary, Poland, and Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia have regained republican governments. Curiously enough, France has ousted the social-liberal liars and thugs in favor of....of all things....a return of the monarchy. A king of the hereditary Bourbon line has swept into power, and the country is once once again run by an aristocratic system. Royalty and nobility. Dukes, Earls, Barons, and the like. So far, so good. The French, as always, are on our side."

Viggi thought for a moment. "So, maybe we should double the number of body-bags requested?"

Haley smiled. "That's the spirit! Our people will get them all. You can count on it!"

..Lincoln Park, Chicago Area..

"C'mon, Jamal. You expect us to believe that you don't know where your buddies are? We caught you with an AK-47 and 200 rounds of ammo. You can tell us quickly, or we can drag it out of you in a most painful manner." The prisoner was in pain from a stomach wound, blood seeping through the rough bandage taped over it.

"I'm tellin' you, man. I don't know nuthin'! I found that gun in a bonbed-out tenement two blocks from here."

"Jamal, there 'aint no tenement two blocks from here. There 'aint anything two, or five, or twenty-five blocks fron here. We knocked it all down a month ago along with most of what was Chicago. Now, one last time.....where's the rest of your group?" Bobby Simone placed a boot on the prisoner's stomach wound and pushed hard.

"Okay, okay. Just stop! There's about twenty of us armed, a mile from here in a basement covered by rubble. They goin' to attack in two days."

"Thanks, Jamal." Bobby pointed his Beretta 9mm at Jamal, and pumped a single shot into his forehead.

Frank Talbot pointed to a place on a map. "Must be over here. Not all rubble has been removed from this sector."

Judy Rizzoli asked, "Do we have any high ground?"

"No, none. This is gonna be a ghillie-belly operation. We need to get within two hundred yards of the taget site." Gillie-belly was donning a heavily-camoflaged suit and crawling slowly towards a target.

Rocky Carrol said, "Us five going to take out twenty-five of them?"

Roy Gibbs smiled. "Sounds about right. Most of them are civilian wise-guys and a couple of anarcho-islamist punks. If we do it right, we can pick off a half-dozen before tossing in dynamite."

Talbot nodded. "Good plan. Just as the sun goes down we'll pick a shitload of 'em off and when they scurry into their rat-hole, we'll blow 'em all to hell."

"Any of them going to Liberty?"

"Nah, we got enough in the body bags on ice to just float 'em down thr river. They'll get there in a few days, fresh as daisies."

"Simone said, "Okay, check watches. It's 6:33. Sunset at 8:21. Ghillies and bellies. Let's move!"

by **The Shadow Soldiers** » Wed Apr 24, 2019 3:22 pm

..A burned-out office building, Lincoln Park..

"Fucking shit hurts! I'm bleeding out!" Luigi moaned as the bloody rag was tightened on his leg. He'd already lost a lot of blood, his ashen face betraying his condition.

"Shut the fuck up! Them fuckin' Patriots damn near got us all, and they 'aint gonna quit til we're all dead! They'll be here inless than an hour, so either we surrender or we die trying to kill as many as we can!"

"I say let's get the fuck outta here. Live to fight another day."

A smoke grenade landed inside the ruins of the building, and in seconds the enemy soldiers were compromised. "We gotta get out of here! The Don needs our help to keep the drugs coming in."

"The Don's either dead or he's escaped to a place of safety. he 'aint anywhere near here. I 'aint going anywhere with this fucking leg, so I'm gonna fight. You go if you want."

A second later, Luigi stiffened as a sniper's bullet took half his head off, blood and brains splattered on wall and floor.

Three figures moved through the smokey dust, rifles leveled. "You boys can die here and now or you can throw your weapons down and live. What'll it be?"

Frank Talbot was in no mood to be friendly. The mafioso hesitated and he pumped two rounds into each of the wounded. "Now, how about you, paisan?"

"Okay, okay. I 'aint no hero. Just get me to a medic."

"Yeah, sure. First, tell me where Don Vito is."

"I don't fuckin' know! You guys shelled the airport and he took off north. Could be in Canada by now with a dozen of his boys."

Talbot said,almost casually, "You know, punk, that you 'aint leaving here in one piece. Make your peace with God and tell us what we want to know and I won't cause you to suffer too much."

Luigi narrowed his eyes. "Fuck you, you friggin' asshole. Kiss my ass!"

Talbot grinned, pulling his Kabar from it's sheath, and in one quick, fluid motion, buried it under Luigi's chin, pushing it up until it pierced his brain. The man twitched, dying as blood poured out of an open, gasping mouth.

"Fucking retard. Now I got to go and track down the Don."

Rizzoli said, "He's probably still in Michigan. He hasn't had enough time to get to Canada. Lete's start looking in Troy."

Talbot agreed. "Yeah...one shithole city at a time. Move out!'

by **The Shadow Soldiers** » Sun Apr 28, 2019 2:36 pm

..Cemetary St. Phillipe, New Orleans..

Deep within the cellars of the graveyard, Pierre once again looked over the ancient map of the French Quarter. "Mes amies, these fucking Patriots think they have the South firmly within their grasp. They may have a virtual wall around the French Quartier, but we are within the Quartier. These tunnels spread throughout the area, and we will strike a coordinated effort in four different places. Two heavily-attended tourist restaurants, the park bordering the Mississippi River, and the cathedral. Our people have planted C-4 and contact-napalm canisters in each of them, enough to level a three story building. The square outside the cathedral will be jammed with tourists and lunchtime workers at 12:30 and the restaurants will have lines outside waiting for tables. The park will be set off first, sending the crowds in towards the center of the Quartier. Every thirty seconds thereafter another bomb will be set off, the confusion and terror adding to the chaos. At the end of five minutes, the restaurants and the cathedral will be piled high with bodies, the fires raging out of control."

Pierre grinned. "Let's see if that fucking bitch of a President can stop the the retaliatory strikes of the Shadow Government already in place here in Nouvelle Orleans. The reserves in Thibadeaux and Baton Rouge will execute coordinated attacks on government facilities and the indigenous citizens will converge upon the French Quartier. From there, the counter-revolution will spread from here to California. We are the first of the Brethren, those who will usher in the Aquarian Age of peace and harmony under our leader, Abdel ben Urial of the ancient Babylonian line of Emperors! Death to the infidel!"

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Fri May 03, 2019 4:12 am

..Liberty City, on the banks of the Mississippi River..

The new capital of the Meritocratic Republic of America lay glittering in the noonday sun. The entire architectural theme of the city was of Napoleonic France of the 1700s through the 1800s. Marble, quartz, gold filigree and quaint foot-bridges dotted the city. Gone were the mass of cars and buses, replaced by cutting-edge movable sidewalks and personal electric pod-boards.

Liberty City was just over twice the size of old DC, but numerous parks of various sizes featured predominently throughout. Fountains, children's playgrounds, and vast flower gardens ran between the new government buildings, none of which were more than one story in height. The bulk of most of them lie three to four stories below ground so as to preserve the magnificent vistas of the Mississippi.

There were no permanent residents of Liberty City except for the President and the Vice-President. In a novel move, the new White House had the President's family living at one end of the building and the VP's family at the other end. The house, much larger than the previous one, took up an entire city block.

The rest of the government fucntionaries were alloted dwellings on the fringe of the city, Senators and Congressmen living on the edges of the garden areas, lesser workers on the outer fringe. Support workers lived and worked below ground, their security clearence watched over very carefully by the Secret Service and the newly-created Overseer Agency.

"Madame President, we're ready." Chief of Staff Jenkins held the door open and President Nikki Haley walked slowly down the magnificent hall lined with the portraits and statues of past American presidents. Emerging in the newly-planted Rose Garden, she strode up to the podium.

The press, now fewer in number since the purge of leftist-progressive elements, rose in silent respect. "Please be seated."

Nikki looked around for a second. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am actually beyond words in trying to describe this memorable day. A new capitol, and new direction, a new government...a new America." Polite clapping lapsed into more silence.

"Though our great nation is not yet completely clean of subversive elements, I can say with confidence that the more vocal of the socialist-globalist groups have been eliminated. The leftist news organizations, anarchist groups, and detractors of Constiutional government have, in a large measure, been silenced. A simple law forbidding irresponsible speech has been ratified by Congress and I have signed it. Freedom doesn't mean you can say or do anything you want. Freedom carries with it responsibility, and that responsibility is defined by our Constitution."

She smiled. "Now, I know you are all anxious to tour the new facitities. Not to mention the fabulous luncheon waiting for us in the Rose Garden. So I will cut this short....please, just a couple of questions." She pointed to a woman. "Jane? Go ahead."

"Madame President, there are many questions our citizens would like answered. But can you tell us what new parameters for immigration and assimilation are planned?"

"Yes, and it's relatively simple. Firstly, any foreign national wishing access of any kind to this country will have to apply a minimum of 90 days in advance. This includes diplomats. No longer wil there be diplomatic immunity granted to agents of foreign governments. No matter who you are, you break the law, you will be arrested and prosecuted."

"Secondly, ordinary citizens of foreign countries wishing entry to the MRA will be subject to a complete screening. Finger prints, photos, x-rays, and DNA tests, among others, will be administered. As opposed to past operations, this process will take no more than 72 hours. At the end of the process, a simple 'yes or no' will be issued to the applicant. If they want an explanation, it will cost them 500 USD and it will be forwarded to their government which will in turn give it to them. A 'no' result will mean an immediate return to their country of origin."

"Those who have been granted access to American soil will begin a course of assimilation to last no more than three months. The process will include learning English to a reasonable degree with the understanding that English is the official, and only, language spoken in the MRA. Other classes will include American history, government functions, and an intimate knowledge of the 'do's and don'ts' of American law. In other words, no longer will the excuse of not understanding our language and laws be tolerated. Immigrants will not be allowed to function in America until they are fully compliant with American values and the American way of life. I don't care where you may be from. Your'e not there anymore, and so you will forfeit those ways and customs. You will talk American, work American, and dress American. What an immigrant may do in the privacy of their homes is up to them, but if you venture outside, you will not act or dress as if you were in your country of upbringing."

She hesitated for a second, then continued. "Now, as to forms of worship. The MRA is a Judeo-Christian country. I could go on and on about the various negative influences that foreign religions have played in America over the centuries. But, I will cut to the chase."

"There will be no Hindu temples, Buddhist temples, or any other non-Christian places of worship erected in this country. As far as Islam is concerned, I have declared that particular belief system to be a terrorist organization. In effect, the religion of Sharia is banned in America. I do not do this lightly, but the most effective deterent is one of prohibition. If the problem is illegal, then the problem will be dealt with accordingly. Any and all referrals to any sort of Islam will be dealt with via the most extreme measures. That is final. There will be no further discussio concerning the matter."

Pointing to the press, she said, "Bob?"

"Madame President, thank you. The second amendment is secure?"

She smiled. "Glad you asked, Bob. Part of the the revamping of our nation will be the concept of earning citizenship. I have done away with the amendment granting automatic citizenship to anyone born in the MRA. It was out-dated and needed to be removed, and Congress agreed."

"At birth, there will be limited citizenship benefits given. Children will have the right to an education up to age twelve. At that point, the 12-15 year olds will face compulsory military training, both boys and girls. At 15-18, they will be considered part of the militia of their province and their training will continue along with their education. From 18-21 they will be required to give one month service every year to the branch of the military that has been assigned to them based on the merit system. At age 21, if they have progressed properly and kept out of trouble, they will be sworn in as full MRA citizens. This will entitle them to all of the perks and benefits of being a full citizen."

"And what are those benefits, Madame President?"

"Bob, that's for another day. Suffice it to say that there will no longer be any income inequality or lack in America. Everyone will work at something. Excluding, of course, the very old and/or infirm. National service will be instilled in children from the age of five, and in small but increasing ways will show them that there is no free lunch. The disastrous welfare problems of the past will be rendered null and void. Health care will no longer be a 'for profit' business, but will exist to give proper care to those who need it. The simple solution will be for Congress to control the pharmaceutical industry, the health insurance industry, and what all health professionals earn. Add to that the eradication of tobacco from this land and we will see much healthier citizens. I have not yet completely worked out the details, but they will be forthcoming shortly."

She smiled again and declared, "Okay! Enough! It's a beautiful day, and at the end of the two-hour tour, lunch will be served. Thank you for being here! God bless America!"

by **The Shadow Soldiers** » Wed May 08, 2019 2:10 pm

..St. Louis..

"Okay, string 'em up."

"But they're already dead."

Do it! Now!"

The Patriots had been killed, executed, with a single shot to the back of the head. Seven bodies, still garbed in the Kevlar vests issued to them. The air stank of fresh-spilled blood and cordite mingling with the pollution of the city.

In a few minutes, Yusif Smythe-Jones stared in grim appreciation at the slowly swaying bodies hung from the steel rafters of the abandoned warehouse along the river. "Fucking bastards! They killed two of my soldiers. And so they paid the ultimate price." Turning to the remaining soldiers, he said, "Thus be the end of those who oppose me. I just want to be left alone to live my life according to the thoughts of Lenin and Marx. Peace and equality. Enough for all. But the forces of this bitch president wants to eradicate our freedom of self-realization. So fuck her and her people."

Looking hard at his soldiers, he continued. "I'll not rest until I sit in the seat of the President of the Meritocratic Union of America. And it will change to the United Socialist Sates of Amerika. I know we are few. But we have right on ou side. No one is free until they are free of capitalism and selfishness. I vow to give my life in this endevour. I will not rest until Amerika is back under control of the glorious control of Global Socialism."

His attention was drawn to the entrance of a scout. "Sir, Patriot Security forces have been called to the river. We should go."

"What is the situation with our brethren in New Orleans?"

"Sir, they are coordinated with the cells in Liberty City. We can provide a distraction just south of here. It will draw their soldiers away from the new capitol."

Smythe-Jones grinned. "Good. What better than to strike the heart of the new MSA. Merit! Bullshit! No one merits anything! We get what we deserve by fighting for it. As Mao tells us, power comes from the barrel of a gun! let's move....NOW!

by **President Steven Seagal** » Wed May 08, 2019 5:00 pm

..Pigeon Hollow, Missouri..

"Commander, what the fuck we doin' this far east? Don't the boys in LA need us to finish off them anti-Americans?"

Commander Stillone stared out into the chill night. They weren't used to weather below 70 degrees, and they didn't bring anything warmer than their hot-climate BDUs withthem. "Shut up and wrap that blanket around you. President Haley said we were necessary to countermand the fuckin' commies here in Missouri and so here we are. Word is out that a group of highly trained insurgents have executed a bunch of our boys. Shot 'em and hung 'em."

"What the fuck they hang 'em for if they already dead?"

Stillone was quiet for a second. "I'm thinkin' it's a signature. I heard whispers of someone callin' hisself The Hang Man is behind this. And surprisingly enough he's pulling a shitload of malcontents outta their hiding places to help him kill our people. Haley's Spec-Op folks can't seem to get a fix on 'em. And chatter from the enemy seems to point to a fracas brewing in Liberty City in a couple of weeks. Them fuckin' Creoles down to New Orleans are making their way north right after they plant C4 nests throughout the French Quarter during Mardi Gras."

"Shit, Commander. How the hell we gonna stop 'em? We only a dozen men and women."

Stillone fixed the man with a baleful stare. "Don't ever forget, soldier, that any one of us is worth five of them. That evens up the odds a little, no?"

The man nodded. "Reckon so, Commander. Reckon so."

A scout poked his head in the door. "Movement on the ridge, sir. 'Aint one of ours."

"Snipers in place?"

"Yessir. Two of our guys have the cocksucker in their sights. Fully silenced."

"Alright. Take the bastard out. If it one of theirs, all the more better. If it's one of ours, he shouldn't be up there."

"Yessir. Right away."

In the dead silence of the next ten minutes, they clearly heard the cough of a silenced Zhakarov rifle. Twice the man fired, then silence.

Shortly after, two men dropped a body outside the command shack. "Enemy alright, sir. Looks to be an Arab."

Stillone nodded. "Okay, double the watch. No one sleeps tonight. We got company."

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Sat May 11, 2019 4:58 am

..Liberty City..

"Madame President, this just arrived from France."

"France? Didn't they restore the monarchy last year?"

"Yes, ma'am. It looks like this message is straight from the king."

Haley picked up the envelope, noting the hand-written script and the seal of the fleur-de-lis. Opening it, she quickly read the one-page letter, then folded it and placed it in her desk drawer.

Looking over to the chief military officers, she asked, "General Wayne, we have naval forces in the Mediterranean Sea?"

"Yes, ma'am. Two CBGs in the Cyprus-Judean waters and one harbored in Corsica."

"Corsica is a French possession,no?"

"Yes, ma'am. The 27th Carrier Battle Group is there along with Seal Team 6 and a platoon of Marines are there. Trouble?"

"Don't exactly know, General. The newly crowned king, Louis de Bourbon-Merovee, has personally requested we patrol French waters until such a time as he pulls the various French armed forces together. As you may recall, they just fought a civil war over there and the monarchists are now in power. The socialists were ousted from power but some have formed insurgent fighting groups seemingly bent on overthrowing the aristocrats. Over 80% of the French military are with the king, but they are in a bit of disarray. Some of the generals have gone over to the socialists."

General Jack Wayne said, "We're aware of the situation, ma'am. The CBG on Corsica can handle air and sea patrols, no problem. What about ground forces?"

"Not yet, General. I need more info before we become entangled there. You are aware that I hold to a strict interpretation of the Constitution, and it tells us that we are to avoid foreign entanglements."

"Even with allies, Ma'am? The French have been allies since the Revolution. They helped us....we should help them."

"Yes, that is the basis for a military incursion, General. In the past, too many presidents. too many times, unilaterally interfered in foreign affairs militarily. Which is unconstitutional. And that was always about oil or other natural resources. But an allied agreement is a different story. If we are requested to aid an ally, then we are bound by treaty to provide that aid. But not before."

Admiral Jenkins added, "Ma'am, we have two battleships and a destroyer off the coast of Morocco and a few missile-ships in the Balerics. In addition, the USS Lincoln is currently somewhere in the MedSea."

"The sub? Nuclear, isn't it?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Give me a minute and I can pinpoint exact location."

"Yes, fine. I want all naval units on stand-by alert. Full patrol capabilities. If the king wants, we can send 500 Marines to Paris, Marseilles, Toulouse, and Grenoble. Strictly for training purposes, of course."

"Should we inform our embassy in London of this situation?"

"What good would that do, Admiral? Assholes in Parliament are still postponing breaking away from Europe."

"True, but they are just across the Channel from France."

"Right. Okay, but just the ambassador. No overt land or sea patrols right now."

"Yes, Ma'am. Right away."

Turning to General Wayne, she asked, "How's Italy and Greece faring?"

"Pretty much lapsed into barbarism, Ma'am. Once the liberals allowed Afro-Arab immigrants to hold office, Italy and Greece are not much different from other countries ruled by warlords and tribal clans. Only Sicily has retained a semblance of calm and democratic rule."

"Democratic rule, my ass. La Cosa Nostra doesn't put up with a whole lot of stupidity from outsiders."

"Perhaps we can consider them allies and ask if we can berth some warships in Palermo harbors."

"Good idea. And Berlin?"

"Ever since the half-dozen dirty bombs set off by the 'peaceful and kind' Muslims five years ago, the government is still trying to clean up the mess and bury the 400,000 German citizens who died. The hospitals are still bursting at the seams with the radiation poisoning of those still alive."

She grimaced. "That's what happens when you let third-world barbarians into your country in the name of tolerance."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Very well, gentlemen. Keep me in the loop. Send a note to King Louis VIII that if he wishes to come here for an official state function, he will be most welcome."

by **Sarrazin** » Mon May 13, 2019 7:28 am

..Lake Kisley, Gurney, Illinois..

"So what the fuck is the problem?"

"The problem is, or was, that there are three ways to do things....the right way, the wrong way, and her way. I never coud figure out which way was her way. She wasn't happy with the way I did things, so I shot her. Problem solved."

"Cops didn't check you out?"

"Why would they? They got bigger things to worry about than a woman who was pissed off at you for everything."

"Lemme tell ya something. If I was twenty years old, knowin' what I know now, if I got married at all, it would be to a woman who either had grown kids, or a woman who had no kids. It 'aint the kids what's the problem, it's the loss of your wife for about 20 years. Her entire focus is on her offspring and her nature of nurturing. She really don't give a shit about you or what you like or need. If you don't give her what she wants and or needs, you should get ready to give up half of what you own and leave. One guy told me that the most intelligent thing you can do is marry a woman you hateand buy her a house. Save yourself a bunch of agrivation."

They sat around a camp fire, complaing about this and that. "Damn! 'Aint but a couple of six-packs left. Gotta go into town and get some more."

"Yeah, but you know as well as I do that the Hangman gonna be up this way before long. We gotta be alert."

"What the fuck for? Them fuckin' Patriots 'aint up this way. And Jethro got eyes on the ways in here." Jethro was the scout who watched for trouble.

"We 'aint but three hours north of Chicago, dipshit. Haley and her forces got complete control of Chicago. All minorities have either been executed or sent off to Seperation. Most of south-central city been leveled. Seems like Detroit, Chicago, and Minneapolis been slated for demolition and rebuilding."

"And the afro-arab-muslim population?"

"Aint no afro-arab-muslim population." The president declared all opponents of the US Constitution as enemies of the country, and therefore subject to arrest and deportation or execution."

"Even them wimmen we caught down to Chicago?"

"Far as I can tell, all what they consider slave trafficking or prostitution is subject to immediate death. Pedophiles, slavers, druggies, anarchists.....they all gonna be exterminated once captured. Single bullet to the head and buried in a mass grave. Prez 'aint fuckin' around."

"Mebbe we should change sides. eh?"

"They got your fingerprints, asshole. You can't hide from them. No, your ass is grass. Best thing to do is take out as many of them Patriots as we can."

"That 'aint gonna be much. Don't know about you, but I got just twenty rounds left. Mebbe better to get shipped to the North Pole and get fed regular-like."

"Do what ya gotta do. I'd rather die killin' assholes than to get bread and water fer the rest of my life in a frozen wasteland."

A scout ran into the room. "Looks like they found us! If'n I was you guys, I'd get outta here right quick!"

A second later, mortar rounds began falling on the exits off of I-94.

The occupation of north Illinois and south Wisconsin had commenced............

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Fri May 17, 2019 3:22 pm

President's Retreat, Camp Reagan, Missouri..

"Three more? How the hell are these people getting the upper hand on our Spec-Ops teams?"

"Madame President, this so-called Hangman is screwing with us. Every move we make, he and his team know what we're doing. We send in a force of twelve, they ambush it, kill them all, and hang them from the street lights. Ann Arbor, Romulus, St. Louis, Gary. All former soc-dem strongholds. They're stil there, and they're slowly gaining strength. And to add to the mix, there's a, shall we say, dark tangent to it all."

"Dark? You mean blacks?"

"No, ma'am. I mean a spiritual side to the mess. It appears that the enemy, this Hangman, is the leader of a movement that has shifted gears and proposes to replace the old social-democrat playbook with what he calls a "Teknokcracy". This guy is evidently a highly skilled IT operative and is envisioning a society supported by machines. Not what we have now, but more of a under-girded matrix society."

"Matrix.....humans guided by extra-spatial beings. Are you telling me that the Illuminati have gone Area-51?"

"No, ma'am. This is serious. Look." Special Agent Tony DeNardo clicked an image onto the holo-screen. "This is a photo of a dead enemy operative. We don't know who he is, or what his function was. But look at this." He clicked again, and an image of a tattoo could be seen on his forearm.

"This is an infrared tattoo, Ma'am. Only seen under a black light. It is the emblem of the secret service agency of the Serbian government. They call themselves The Dark Souls. Their leader is known as The Greydarch, and they meet in the remote mountains of Serbia in the Dark City, an ancient semi-ruined castle known to history as the Citadel of Darkness. There are hundreds of caves and a honeycomb of tunnels all through those mountains."

Haley asked, "Okay, but what has all this to do with my soldiers being killed and hung?"

"The Hangman, Ma'am, has been hired by pro-anarchist Serbian elements to penetrate our defenses in northern states as a decoy to keep us from focussing on their real targets: our recent Canadian acquisitions. They want to establish a teknokracy up there, one that is so pervasive and effective that it can,and will, overcome any and all of our current counter-intelligence protocols."

"How?"

"Nano-tech, Ma'am. It is rumored that the Hangman, aside from being a ruthless murderer, is a brilliant IT specialist. Something about assymetric AI bots the size of human cells. If it's even half-true, he can have his tech invade and infest ours in a matter of weeks."

"And what can we do to stop him?"

"Find him and kill him, Ma'am. That will delay his movement for a year or so. Then we need to kill all those who follow him."

President Nikki Haley sat quietly for a minute. "And if we fail to kill our problem?"

DeNardo stared her in the eye. "Then we're done, Ma'am. What you started will disappear in less than a year. All of America's people will be infested with the nano-virus. The Greydarch will rule us, and then the world. A new Dark Age will commence, but one without a Renaissance."

Haley sat stunned, but then, "Who can help us?"

"We can begin here, Ma'am, but we will need the aid of the new French aristocracy. We first need to help them quench the elements opposing the monarchy, which should not take more than a couple of thousand troops. Then we need to sail our fleet into the Adriatic Sea. We need to level the better part of all Serbian cities and surround those mountains with all missile batteries at our disposal in Europe. Pull them from Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Germany, and Italy. We need to make those mountains disappear. That's the only way to beat this danger. Simple, brute force."

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Thu May 23, 2019 8:43 am

..Thibadeux, Louisiana..

"So these are the fuckin' Brethren we been hearing about?" Sgt. Stedenko stared for a second, then spit a wad of tobacco juice on the face of a dead insurgent. Looking over to the prisoner, he noticed the blood seeping from the guy's pants.

"Looks like you bleeding from your ass, boy. You wanna talk to me, or do you want me to make that hole in your ass bigger?"

The man answered in a foreign tongue. "Arab, huh? Well, that's just fine. Tell ya what I'm gonna do, Bub. See that big guy over there? The one with the baseball bat? Star talking or he's gonna shove that bat so far up your ass you'll be able to taste it. Or, he'll make it quick and beat your head until it's mush. Your choice. Now, where's that fuckin' boat you boys had stashed away, huh?"

As the puddle of blood grew bigger beneath the Arab, he started to shake, babbling in a combination of Arabic and English."

"On the river? Well, no shit, boy. I coulda figgered that one out. Where on the river?"

At length, as the man slowly slid into a stupor, it was determined that the skiff was tethered under a trestle bridge just a quarter-mile from their location. Grinning, Stedenko nodded to the big man with the bat. As he turned to go, he could hear the shrill voice of the insurgent screeching in fear. The sound of bone cracking and a dull thudding sound silenced the man. For another fifteen seconds, the bat did it's work and the big man dragged the bloodied body over to the edge of the creek. At dusk, as the alligators would find the body, leaving no trace of it.

"Fuckin' Arabs! Fit for nuthin' but gator shit!"

by **President Steven Seagal** » Sat May 25, 2019 9:03 am

President Steven Seagal wrote:..Pigeon Hollow, Missouri..

"Commander, what the fuck we doin' this far east? Don't the boys in LA need us to finish off them anti-Americans?"

Commander Stillone stared out into the chill night. They weren't used to weather below 70 degrees, and they didn't bring anything warmer than their hot-climate BDUs withthem. "Shut up and wrap that blanket around you. President Haley said we were necessary to countermand the fuckin' commies here in Missouri and so here we are. Word is out that a group of highly trained insurgents have executed a bunch of our boys. Shot 'em and hung 'em."

"What the fuck they hang 'em for if they already dead?"

Stillone was quiet for a second. "I'm thinkin' it's a signature. I heard whispers of someone callin' hisself The Hang Man is behind this. And surprisingly enough he's pulling a shitload of malcontents outta their hiding places to help him kill our people. Haley's Spec-Op folks can't seem to get a fix on 'em. And chatter from the enemy seems to point to a fracas brewing in Liberty City in a couple of weeks. Them fuckin' Creoles down to New Orleans are making their way north right after they plant C4 nests throughout the French Quarter during Mardi Gras."

"Shit, Commander. How the hell we gonna stop 'em? We only a dozen men and women."

Stillone fixed the man with a baleful stare. "Don't ever forget, soldier, that any one of us is worth five of them. That evens up the odds a little, no?"

The man nodded. "Reckon so, Commander. Reckon so."

A scout poked his head in the door. "Movement on the ridge, sir. 'Aint one of ours."

"Snipers in place?"

"Yessir. Two of our guys have the cocksucker in their sights. Fully silenced."

"Alright. Take the bastard out. If it one of theirs, all the more better. If it's one of ours, he shouldn't be up there."

"Yessir. Right away."

In the dead silence of the next ten minutes, they clearly heard the cough of a silenced Zhakarov rifle. Twice the man fired, then silence.

Shortly after, two men dropped a body outside the command shack. "Enemy alright, sir. Looks to be an Arab."

Stillone nodded. "Okay, double the watch. No one sleeps tonight. We got company."

..Truckee, California..

Commander Stillone had just cracked open a Miller High Life when a runner appeared at the opening of his tent. "Sir, we got reports of a large crowd of protesters outside the truckstop in Reno."

"Protesters? What the fuck are they protesting?"

"Dunno, sir. They're peaceable enough, but they 'aint Americans."

"Who are they?"

"Dunno, sir. But we can see that they be wearin' their clothes on their heads. And they're carrying signs about freedom."

Stillone shook his head. "Fuckers will never learn. How many of 'em are there, corporal?"

"Near as we can tell, there be about a hunnert or so. They 'aint doing much other than hollerin' about being treated unfairly."

The commander had heard enough. "Okay, corporal. Go grab commander LaForge and tell I said to take twenty men in a transport truck to the truckstop. If I recall, that 'aint but a mile or so into Nevada. Have him spread his men out in a half-loop, truck in the center. Have the mini-chain locked and loaded. These rag-heads will have the opportunity to disperse with one warning."

"Aye sir." In an hour, the truck rumbled into the parking lot of the truckstop in Reno. Aside from the crowd of protesters, people were just going about their business. It was around 6 pm, so the restaurant was busy, the truck drivers fueling-up for tomorrow's run. The sun would be going down in two hours.

Commander LaForge gave the orders and twenty heavily-armed soldiers fanned out thirty feet from the protesters. With a bull horn, he said, "Alright, you people have had enough time to get your point across. Now disperse. You have ten minutes. This is your only warning."

Immediately, a few of the protesters started shouting in a foreign language and shaking their fists. The line of soldiers stood, watching, their rifles at the ready.

"Seven minutes." The crowd didn't move, the protesters getting louder.

"Four minutes" Turning to his men, LaForge said, "Safety's off, gentlemen."

Two of those in the crowd picked up rocks, now screaming something about Allah.

LaForge signaled to the truck, and the rear flap was pulled back. The mini-chain gun was manned by two men, one to feed, one to pull the trigger.

Commander LaForge spoke through the bullhorn. "Thirty seconds."

The first rock flew, hitting a soldier in the chest. Several others came in hard, hitting the soldiers.

LaForge calmly raised his arm. Dropping it he ordered the men to fire.

The AR-15s took out the front row of protesters, the buzz of the chain gun cutting down the rest. In just under forty seconds, it was over.

The entirey of the crowd of protesters were either dead or wounded. LaForge directed the medics to tend to the wounded and then ordered the rest of his men to pile the bodies in an open field across from the truckstop. As the wounded were loaded onto the truck, he threw a match on the gas-soaked pile of dead bodies.

"Okay, people, let's get the fuck outta here. We need to send the wounded to hospitals in Sacramento where they will be judged as insurrectionists and sent to Seperation."

As the army truck pulled away, LaForge could see a crowd of people in the parking lot of the restaurant, clapping and cheering.

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Wed May 29, 2019 2:25 pm

..Koanu Plantation, Hawaii..

"Y'know, we're in the middle of a sugar cane field, four thousand miles from your shithole country. Mexico is nothing but a memory to you, Pedro. Your'e never going to see it again. Your'e never going to drink tequila in a cantina in Guadalahara, your'e never going to fuck a chiquita in an alley in Mexico City. Your'e never going to live longer than an hour or so. Now, if you tell me who the conspirators are in this stupid bid for independance from the USA, I'll kill you quickly and mercifully. If not, I'll tie you up, hog-style, and spread peanut butter all over your body, and leave you for the cane-rats and fire-ants to discover. Now, if I were you, a bullet behind the ear is much more preferable to being eaten alive by vermin."

The man was hand-cuffed, hogtied, and completely vulnerable. Eyes wide in terror, he mumbled, "The main bosses are in Honolululu, thirtheenth avenue, an abandoned warehouse. There's only six of them. They have some AK-47s, some Glock 15s, and a crate of grenades. The big market in the city is the target."

"Six bosses. And how many others?"

"Don't know, but a guess would be two-dozen. They are members of the Hawaiian Independence Party, the largest seperatist party on th islands. They're gaining allies daily."

Capt. Jerry Craig was unimpressed. "Fucking commies. Aristocrats are nothing but another word for politburo. They must be, and will be,eliminated. Turning to his aide he said, "Inform President Haley that the state of Hawaii wil be firmly in the hands of the MUSA by 2300 hours the day after tomorrow. Instruct her to deploy three CBGs to Pearl Harbor."

"Aye, Captain. Do we request construction of missile silos on the out-lying islands?"

"Yes. ASAP."

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Tue Jun 04, 2019 9:56 am

..Liberty City..

The festivities had been going on now for four days. It was the first Fourth-of-July celebration outside of old Washington DC in two centuries. Against the backdrop of the Mississippi River, the new Capitol was a shimmering, vibrant reconstruction, one that was rapidly being filled up by both tourists and government officials.

At the appointed hour, President Nikki Haley appeared at the massive podium in front of the Capitol all decked-out in red, white, and blue. It took several minutes for the crowd to quiet down, but the President waited. "My fellow Americans, today is indeed a memorable one. Our new Meritocratic Republic is growing and prospering as never before. Our borders have been extended north and south. The corrupt narco-states of Central and South America have been all but eliminated, the cartels and their filthy drugs destroyed. The Caribbean Island chain is firmly in our grasp with Haiti, Santo Domingo, Jamaica, the Bahamas, and various smaller islands newly designated as centers for Seperation. Puerto Rico is almost full to capacity, and the Seperation Centers north of Baffin Bay are firmly established. Our ciminal activity has dopped like a stone, down a whopping 88% over previous years."

She looked around at the thousands of faces before her and then continued. "Some newly arrived information for you all is our discovery of two rebel movements, one in Hawaii and one that is presently steaming north toward our fair city from New Orleans. Malcontents and miscreants. In just forty-five minutes, the attackers from New Orleans will be dead or captured. Our Navy Seals have launched their operation, and we expect complete victory." The applause continued for a minute, and she held up her hands.

"Of a slightly more serious concern, we have discovered a rebel movement in the state of Hawaii. Apparently, several of these seperatist groups have joined forces and are about to descend on Honolulu's tourist spots. But, they've been found out, and by this time tomorrow, their efforts will have come to naught. In about 30 days, the first new missile silos for island defense will be built in several portions of the islands there. China and Korea are sill a pain in my ass, so perhaps this will cause them to think twice before rattling their sabers." A smattering of laughter from the crowd was heard.

"A couple of smaller, but no less important, items have been dealt with." Haley flipped through several pages, then said, "I don't know about you, but I have always been disgusted by all the flashy signs and billboards polluting the highways and byways of our great country. As of today, they are forbidden. No more will they dot our beautiful landscape nor glare at us from cheap motels and bars. There will, however, be two exceptions."

"Las Vegas will pretty much still remain the garish hot-spot for gambling. But there will be a difference this time around." On a large holo-screen behind her, a video of hundreds of men and women in handcuffs were being led to helicopters and other transports. "No longer will organized crime of any kind be a problem in this city. No more prostitution, no more drugs, no more corruption. Most of these detainees are being taken to Seperation North, there to live out their days on bread and water."

"The other exception is the beginning of construction of hotels and gambling establishments on the island of Cuba. As you may recall, back in the 50s, the Batista regime was overthrown by the Castro brothers, which situation resulted in the island being a communist dictatorship for many decades. The Castros are dead, their government eliminated. I have an American Governor their directing the rebuilding of Havana and the other main cities of Cuba. When the construction is completed, Cuba will be, in effect, nothing more than a vacation paradise for Americans. Gambling will be allowed, but no one will be allowed to gamble more than 3% of their savings. Foreigners wishing to come to Cuba will be required to put down a minimum of two million dollars in advance of their visit, and they will not be granted a visa for more than 48 hours. This should keep the riff-raff out."

"As you know, I have ordered all production of tobacco products to cease. As a result of the huge decrease in smoke-related deaths and diseases, I have directed our physicians and all health professionals to provide 100% health care for all American citizens for a cost of eighty-eight dollars per month. How do we do this? Simple. The cost of doctor's fees, the cost of pharmeceuticals, and the cost of insurance will be controlled by the government. Everyone deserves a profit for their labor, but no one is entitled to gouge the public for profit. Profit will no longer be the main concern of healthcare."

"As I have promised, I have come up with a plan to render income inequality obsolete. Give me another month or so and I will inform you all of the plan's details. The bottom line is that there will be more than enough for everybody, and the only condition is that everyone will work at something. Even if you are disabled, you can do something. Welfare entitlements will be slashed by 99.5 percent. Nobody will get money from taxpayers for doing nothing."

The applause was almost deafening. "Okay, people, let's get this celebration going! God Bless America!"

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Wed Jun 05, 2019 7:33 am

..Versailles Palace, France..

Six grey-clad people entered a long clerestory via an age-old oaken door. A surrepturous knock on a lintel, and the dismal, rain-swept night was instantly transformed into a bright, warm, well-lit room furnished with a simple long wooden table and ten chairs. A fire burned merrily in an enormous hearth, torches ensconced on the walls.

"Madam, if you please. Discard your cloaks here and we will proceed to the table." Count Giscard d'Sassenage bowed and escorted the others to the long table whch was set with plain ceramic dishes and cups, meats and vegetables steaming next to the enticing aroma of fresh-baked French bread.

Three of the people did not sit. They were the Secret Service bodyguards of the American President, Nikki Haley. They covered all observable exits, and the other seated with the President smiled broadly. Commander Frank Talbot murmured, "Not exactly a royal welcome, eh, m'lady President?"

Nikki glared at him and hissed, "Shut your fucking piehole, Frank! We're about to meet the new French King. You fuck this up and I'll have you sent to the deepest hole in Seperation!"

At length, the Count announced, "Mesdames and Messieurs. Their Royal Highnesses, King Louis Alphonse I, Prince d'Orleans, Duc d'Anjou, Prince d'Espana, Protector of Luxembourg, Monaco, and Lichenstein, Prince d'Andorra, and Her Majesty Queen Marie Capetia d'Bourbon, Comtesse d'Occitanie, Baronet d'Isere." All stood respectively as the pair entered the room accompanied by retainers.

The King and Queen were young, in their mid-thirties. They were the somewhat disputed heirs to the throne of the Bourbons, the last of which was executed via guillotine some 300 years earlier. Napolean, of course, claimed the title Imperator Rex, but the empire died with him on Elba.

The King strode up to Haley and extended a hand. "Thank you for coming, Madame President. I apologise for the secrecy, but I have enemies who would not be pleased with you being here." The King and Queen were both dressed in modern clothes, an expensive silk suit for King Louis and a stunning turquoise and gold-lined gown worn by the Queen. Nikki immediately thought, "Regular people."

The President smiled. "Majesty, I had thought to enjoy the legendary French weather of May, but it seems we have a bit of English intrusion!"

The King laughed. "Oui, les Bretognnes seem to forever cause us grief. Sit down, s'il vous plait."

Nikki nodded to the Queen, who smiled and said, "If I may call you Nikki, I must say you are not what I expected."

Haley grinned. "Ma'am, we Americans are rarely what we seem to be. And yes, you may call me Nikki. As long as I can call you Marie." The Queen grinned her approval.

"So, Nikki, do you want to get right down to business, or can I tempt you with some of our best peasent food first?"

"How about a little of both, Louis? I'm a fan of most things French, especially the food. That Camembert looks good!"

For about a half-hour, those around the table enjoyed small talk, Talbot remaining curiously quiet.

"Alright, Louis. What can my government do for you? I assume that we were asked here to talk about your ascension to the French throne. And you have enemies that want to change that, specifically the globalist-socialist-anarchist element."

The King laughed. "You Americans! Right to the point!" He paused for a moment, then continued.

"As you may be aware, we have numerous enemies. None in particular are in a majority, but any three or four together might give us a problem. And of course I have to deal with the 14 million Muslims in my country who will side with whoever continues to tolerate them."

"Louis, we faced much the same situation four years ago when I was elected, and in just 40 months, I have solved the problem of anti-American sentiments. Very simply put, whatever is against the Constitution of the United States, is not tolerated. It would seem to me that that would be a good pace for you to start."

"I would need to scrap our Constitution, Nikki. I don't know if even the King has the right to so that."

"But it has to start there, Louis. If you don't have a legal outline of what is and isn't government's job, you have challenges that are open to interpretation." She clasped her hands. "Let me put it to you plainly. My advisors and I have a basic attitude which can be stated 'If it won't listen to reason, kill it.'"

The King glanced at Marie, then said, "So, your policy is simply to eliminate that which you don't like? That's a dictatorship, no?"

"No, Sir, it's not. Our Constitution says what we need to do to have free nation. It is a document that is 100% on the side of the citizens of America. Any deviation from it is not acceptable."

"I am somewhat familiar with your Constitution, Bill of Rights, and Declaration of Independance. And I can see that in less than four years you have managed to reverse decades of globalist-progressive policies without too much bloodshed. Could your people help us with revamping our policies?"

Nikki nodded. "And not only that, Louis, but the United States is ready to aid your military with the eradication of anti-monarchic revolts. And if you want my opinion, with this new regime in place, there's no reason why your rule should not extend to other European countries. A revived French Empire, so to speak."

He smiled. "You are a mind-reader, Nikki. My family is already in control of a number of Royal Houses of Europe, namely Spain, Portugal, northern Italy, England, Wales, Scotland, and Ireland, Belgium, the Netherlands, Luxembourg and Switzerland. I have made overtures to the Finnish King as well. He is poised to move into Norway, Sweden, and Denmark, which, as you know, presently have an Islamic majority in power. King Ragnar has asured me that those barbaric governments will all fall in less than a year. The Finn-Scandiv Empire will share the Baltic regions with us and Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia will be vassals. Southern Germany will be a bit of a push, but the people, especially the Bavarians, will willingly throw off the yoke of Sharia. Northern Germany will be surrounded. We will not take prisoners....they will all be executed."

Commander Frank Talbot spoke. "Majesty, quite frankly, you do not have the manpower to accomplish this quickly. Am I to assume you want our immediate help?"

Louis eyed the commander. "I have heard of you, Commander. Blunt, efficient, deadly. This is what France needs. Whatever it will take for your forces to rid this nation of enemies, I am for it." Turning to the President, he said, "I assume, Nikki, that he speaks for you, n'est pas?"

She grinned. "Most of the time, Louis. If anyone can get the job done, it is Commander Talbot." She glanced at the table.

"It seems my cup has run dry. Shall we fill them up and toast to our mutual goals?"

by **Sarrazin** » Thu Jun 06, 2019 8:50 am

..Village of Senenrace, Quebec..

The whore continued to grind her body into the lap of the commander, apparently without reserve. "That's it, cherie. Give me my money's worth."

Yuusef Benegrina allowed himself to lapse into a reverie that did not allow interuption. The girl stank of piss and vomit, but he didn't care. Allah did not allow for sensuousness, but, he reasoned, if he lied to the woman, he was free of the punishments of hell.

As a soldier entered the room, he blurted, "Sir, ther is a contingent of Patriots in the city. We are thirteen. They are thirty. We should leave."

Abdul Sareyey ben Googy pulled a Glock and pointed it at the man. "Go not presume to tell me what we shoud do, pig. This infidel cunt is about to fulfill an Islamic Warrior's wishes. She is pure in this instant. After, I will remove her head."

Unknowen to the Islamists, the American-Canadian Patriots had already launched a concerted attack against the group. The pagans, the whores, and the unfortunate citizens around and in the bar were incinerated as the napalm grenades were emptied through the windows of the bar. In minutes, nothing but burnt and mutilated corpses were left, mute evidence of an all-out assault by Patriot forces. With this operation, nothing was left but a mop-up of rebel forces in Quebec.

President Haley grinned upon receiving the results of the raid. "Inform General Jack Patton that he is in effect, ruler of the American Canadian territories. I want Newfoundland and Baffin Territories secured and I want our boys to launch an occupational assault on the Russian Kamchatcan coastlines. I've had enough of them fuckin' Russkies threatening Alaska."

Haley glanced at the holo-map of North America. "Tell Talbot I want him in charge of the entirety of western North America to include the states of Washington, Oregon, Vancouver, and Alaska. If he doesn't get at least 50,000 troops in Kamchatka in a month, he's seriously in trouble."

"Ma'am, he's been in control of a minimum of 200 miles of Kamchatcan territory for the past 48 hours. Al Russki forces have either been killed or come over to us. They haven't been fed in two weeks, They are now on our side."

She grinned. "Very well. Solidify our holdings. Fuck the Politburo protestations. Tell Talbot to secure it all and then get his ass here to Liberty City."

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Wed Jun 26, 2019 7:21 am

..Liberty City, Missouri..

President Haley waited until the applause waned, then said, "Fellow patriots, thank you for your support and prayers. I have about a half-hour to talk to you today, but it will be an important speech." She shuffled through her papers.

"For about a year, I have promised you a plan that will change the perceived problem of economic inequality. My team and I have come up with a sort of basic outline how this can happen." She stared at the crowd, trying to gague the reaction. Not much, she noted.

"You are all aware that the oft-repeated statement that 'the rich get richer while the poor get poorer' is largely true. People becoming rich because of entrepenureship and hard work is a staple of our capitalistic economic system. But what caused the exponential rise in the rich-poor gap is predominently due to corruption. Manipulation of legal loopholes has resulted in just three percent of the American population having sixty percent of the wealth. In an economy of 32 trillion dollars, this is unacceptable."

"I'm not going to blow smoke at you. I'm not going to put a band-aid on the corrupt practices and policies of past administrations that rewarded political contributions with vast wealth. My predecessor began these reforms and I'm going to continue, and eventually complete, them." She paused. "Effective immediately, all private citizens will pay a flat tax of nine percent on their income, up to and including 200,000 dollars. All businesses will be required to pay tax on twenty percent of the their gross adjusted income. If it seems a bit low, remember that I am abolishing the majority of deductions available to both parties."

"In addition, I want to inform you that all citizens, no matter the job, will be recompensed an absolute minimum of $20,000 USD for their jobs. I don't care if your'e a teen entering the workforce or a retiree looking for extra income, a minimum of $20,000 USD will be paid. In addition, the 20,000 to 30,000 salary will be without income tax intrusion. The 30K to 200K salary level will be taxed at nine percent."

She looked out over the crowd and into the cameras. "You are wondering what the catch might be. The catch is that, whether you are currently earning 20K or 200K, you will be paid a maximum of 30,000 USD. Whatever is above that level will be invested on your behalf. I know it is a lot to swallow, but my aim is to ensure that all Americans have food and shelter for life. These are our two basic needs. Everything else is a 'want'. In order to establish this policy, every single American will have their home completely free of cost. No utilities, no food costs, no medical costs, and so on. We will provide you with a minimum of a two-bedroom, two-bath home on a 1/4 acre lot, tax-free, for the entirety of your life. No one in the USA will ever again be in want. Each and every one of you will have everything you need to live a humane life."

A murmuring was heard, and she continued. "You wonder, how can we do this? It's actually quite simple. No longer will the government spend more than it takes in. Withthe eradication of foreign aid, the sharp reduction in financial entitlements, and the developement of our own natural resources, we will be able to cut approximately twenty-one and a half trillion dollars from our economy. It's a first step in reducing our dependance on quantitative easing, which is just another way of saying that we won't be printing money just for the hell of it."

"Inception of these policies will begin in 60 days. Patriots, get your house in order. Do everything you can to trim your costs. After you have done what you can, we will step in and finish the job. No one will be in want, no one will be ill and unable to seek care because of the greed of the doctors, the pharmaceutical industry, the insurance industry, or the lawyers. Pay raises will be determined on whether you merit them or not. And if you get one, be advised that it won't be more than 5% of your present wage. Every five years, you will be evaluated, and if found deserving, an increase will be rendered."

"There is more to the plan, but rest assured that it is both fair and just. It starts with me, the Congress, the Senate, and all the officers of the government. And as an added policy, term limits will take effect immediately. Four years for President, for Congress, for the Senate, for Governor and all the way down to Mayor and dog-catcher. The exception will continue to be our Supreme Court, for obvious reasons."

She closed her note-pad and opened her mouth to speak when the crack of gunfire was heard. Three bullets slammed into the podium before the President could be tackled by the Secret Service. In the confusion, hardly anyone noticed that there had been five shots heard.............

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Fri Jul 05, 2019 5:15 am

..Naval Air Station, Salon-de-Provence, France..

Six F-55 Corsairs were given permission to land at the airfield in the south of France near Avignon. They had been assigned to the USS Washington Battle-Carrier Group currently at sea off the coast of Brittany and were now under the command of Colonel Jake LeGrand. He was of French descent and spoke the language fluently.

"Beautiful sight, eh, Jacques?" Commander Jacques Saffrey nodded. "Oui, mon Colonel. Though our Rafals are a match, non?" LeGrand kept silent, just the hint of a smile evident.

Turning to his aide, he asked, "And what of the F-55s from the Reagan?" Major Martin said, "Landing in Palermo in a few minutes, sir. The USS Reagan will remain in Sicilian waters for at least three months. The AirWolves arrived last night and are dispersed by twos in select parts of the island." Airwolves were the HCGSs of the latest design helicopter gunships, replacing the aging Apache HCGSs.

LeGrand nodded. "Marvelous. Any complaints from the commies?" To LeGrand, anyone who wasn't a pro-American supporter was either a commie or a dead-beat liberal.

"A couple of the warlords in Greece tweeted their displeasure and the current strongman in Florence is demanding an end to our capitalist aggression. The usual."

"Hmmm, maybe we should see that his mouth is shut. Permanently. A Tomahawk or two would take care of that. Then our Marines can get a foothold in Italy. In a month we'd be in control of Rome."

"That idea has been put forward, sir. But the concern is the possible destruction of the medieval and Renaissance antiquities."

LeGrand hung his head. "So when we do aid the Italians in the liberation of their country, thousands will have to die because of some old buildings. Does'nt seem right, Major."

"No sir, but we have orders. Besides, we do have the "Operation Capitol" plans."

"Yes true. Rome, Berlin, Athens, Madrid, Lisbon, and so on will be assaulted simultaneously by allied forces and secured before the barbarians caan get their shit together. Cut off the head and the body dies."

"Aye, sir. What's left of NATO will coordinate with the US-Europan Allied Armies and in about 100 days will be in control of the entirety of western Europe. The French king will be installed as ruler of the entire territory from the Alps to the Atlantic and on down to the Mediterranean, to include Italy, Greece, and the Balkans in a further 100 days. Hungary, Poland, and Rumania will be the buffer between Russia and the West."

"And England?"

"Their choice, sir. They've been a staunch ally of the US for over 200 years. Scotland, Ireland, and Wales are firmly on our side. Only London is hesitating."

"Fucking globalists. Don't they realize their vision of a new British Empire is nothing but a fantasy? Brussels is no longer calling the shots. The EU is all but dead."

"Yessir, but the Labor Party still flies the hammer-and-sickle."

"Yeah, well, fuck 'em. What they need is a Scottish ruler for a change. Be humorous, if nothing else!"

Commander Saffrey asked, "So, Colonel, it's time for our meeting. I will introduce you to our staff and we will take our time discussing the future. French wine, French cheese, and fresh patisserie."

LeGrand smiled. "Lead the way, Commander. I'm right behind you."

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Wed Jul 31, 2019 8:51 am

..County Court House, Cincinnati, Ohio..

"Next!" Judge Lilly J. Midkiff banged the gavel which dismissed the previous law-breaker to a life in prison up in the Arctic Seperation. The criminal chose this over immediate execution, as she had been a mid-level distributor of opioids and crack cocaine.

"Docket number 13-a853, one Malcome Tawan Rashid, apprehended for the defacement of public property." The man was escorted by two burley guards, somewhat the worse for wear. A black eye and several missing teeth was evidence of resisting arrest.

Judge Lilly Jones asked, "How do you plead?"

The half-dazed Rashid mumbled "Not guilty, you fucking bitch."

Judge Lilly asked, "What did he say?"

One of the guards answered, "He said, not guilty, you fucking bitch. Your honor."

The judge looked at the wretched man. "I'll give you just one chance to change your answer, sir. How do you plead?"

"Fuck you, asshole! I done already told you to go fuck yourself! You gonna send me to prison no matter what i say, cuz this fucking government still pickin' on us black folk like they been doin' for 300 years!"

Judge Lilly made a note,and then replied, "It says here that in addition to defacing public, and private, property, you are an advocate of anarchy and the overthrow of our Constitutionally-established government. The penalty for that is either deportment to either Seperation North or Seperation South. Either way, you're going to spend the rest of your life either freezing your butt off or sweating in the cane fields of Puerto Rico. A slow death as opposed to a quick one. I'm feeling a bit generous today, so the choice is yours. Quick death or slow?"

Through bloodshot eyes, the criminal glared at the judge. "Before I go to either place, I want the chance to skull-fuck you and see your body burn in a rubbish heap. Does that answer your question?"

The judge rapped the gavel and said, "Guilty of sedition. Sir, you will be taken to the place of execution behind this court and in the next half-hour will have a bullet shot into your brain. You will be buried without ceremony in the Ditch along the Ohio River with other nameless incorigable criminals, lime spread upon your body to discourage animals descending upon your corpse for food. In due course the Ditch will be filled in, a nameless grave for nameless criminals." She glanced at her list. "It seems that it won't be long before the Ditch will be filled in. You are Body Number 633, and the Ditch is to hold just 635 bodies. Any last words?"

"Yeah. Fuck you and your self-righteous bullshit! If I could shit in your mouth, I would."

The judge signaled, and the guards grabbed the man by his filthy dreadlocks and dragged his squirming body out of the courtroom. In a few minutes, all could hear the double echo of a .22 handgun, the execution finished.

Judge Lilly looked at her docket and saw that there were just two more defendents.

"Next!"

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Wed Jul 31, 2019 9:31 am

..Liberty City, on the banks of the Mississippi River..

President sat back in her chair. "So, tell me, Frank, what have you been doing since last June?"

Frank Talbot, unofficiel head of the unofficial Vigilante Commandos, said, "Thinking about you, Nikki. You encompass my every thought." He grinned, knowing that she knew it was bullshit.

"I'm tired of this game, Frank. I'm the friggin' President of the Meritocratic Republic of the United States of America. And all I want is a chance to live my life quietly and peacefully in my...our...cabin south of here. You think my job is done here?" She looked long at his unshaven face, blue, deep-set eyes running up and down her body. She couldn't help but feel a tiny shiver of pleasure run up and down her spine.

"I'd say, Madame President, that if you aren;t going to run for re-election, you'd better have someone in mind to replace you who is as vicious as you are. Excuse me, but Pennse 'aint the guy. Besides, he's been VP for 10 years. He'd be better off as one of your planned Overseers." The plan he was referring to was a simple division of the oversight of all states east of the Mississippi and west of the Mississippi. This would be two people who were to be part of the Senatorial / Congressional Houses of law makers. They would have term limits of two-three year terms.

"That sounds nice, Nikki. You and me for the rest of our days chasin' each other around the woods." He grinned suggestively.

"But can I, Frank? This thing we've produced is still in it's infancy. There's still discontents, anarchists, Mafioso, Russian operatives, fucking Muslims hidden here and there. It's a big country, especially since we've assimilated 3/4 of Canada to the nation. All's that's left is Quebec, and all I have to do is recognize them as a protectorate of the US, semi-autonomous."

"And so....the problem is?"

"The problem is now Europe and Hawaii."

Hawaii?"

"Theyv'e had an independance movement for decades. Want to be a kingdom. They think that a 'kinder and gentler' nation can happen if we pull our military out."

"Your'e not going to agree, are you? We need more, not less, military there."

"No shit. I need to impress the rebels with the necessity of a strong western-pacific force. I've already ordered two carrier battle groups to the islands. China 'aint much, but they still have a composite army/navy/airforce of 50 million units. Damn chinks got more bodies than sense."

Talbot grinned. "Third-world barbarians. Life is cheap to those kind of people. I we played our cards right, we could devastate China, India, and the Chinese-occupied lands of Tibet, Bhutan, Nepal, and Bangladesh-Pakistan. They'd never even know what hit them."

"Your'e right, you blood-thirsty fuck. We could be in operational control of 2/3 of the fucking planet, excluding the Russian Federatio and most of Africa, in just five yers." She hesitated. "But is it Constitutional, Frank?"

He laughed. "Are American interests compromised? If they are, the unconstitutionality centers on a prolonged, interventionist conflict. Which is not Constitutional. But if we follow President Teddy Rooevelt's dictum, we hold the moral high ground."

She smiled. "Walk softly and carry a big stick." She glance at the map.."I like it. Now, go lock the door and get your ass over here....."

by **The Shadow Soldiers** » Wed Aug 07, 2019 9:02 am

..Las Vegas, Nevada..

The pair entered the pawn shop reeking of the scent of cannabis. Looking around, the usual items were evident in the shop. The guitars hanging on the wall, the watches and other jewelry in the dusty cases. Stale cigar smoke assailed them, and the faint stench of urine was in the air.

Charlie, the owner of the place, looked at the pair through bloodshot eyes, a stogie in his mouth, whiskey on his breath. He instinctively glanced at the sawed-off shotgun just below the register, and grinned at the kids.

"Somethin' I can do for you two? If your'e looking for a nice guitar, I got just the thing for ya. Got it in today. A Gibson Les Paul, circa 1974. Let ya have it for 1500."

The girl looked at him, zombie-like, while her companion, a goth-looking freak, stared at the guns in the case.

She said, "I'm looking for an HK23. Ya got one?"

Charlie laughed. "Big gun for such a little lady. Whattya gonna do with that cannon, eh?"

"None of your fuckin' business. Ya got one?"

"You know the rules. You got the paperwork and the money, I got the gun. Cash, of course."

She shoved a sheaf of paper towards him along with a wad of money. He unfolded the paper, nodded, and then counted out the money. "There's more here than necessary." He dropped two one-hundred dollar bills in fron of her.

"Keep it, Pops. Where's the gun?"

Charlie reached into the glass case and put the Heckler and Koch 23 on the counter. "It comes with a box of shells. Ya want more, it'll cost ya."

The girl grabbed the pistol, spun the chamber and with a flick of her wrist, snapped it shut. "Nah, one box is enough. We good?"

"Ya gotta fill out this card. Hope you 'aint a felon."

She threw another hundred on the counter. "What if I am?"

He squinted at her, then grabbed the c-note. "You don't look like a felon to me. Name, address, social security number." He pushed it in front of her.

"You fill it out, Pops." With that, she and the guy walked out of the shop.

"Damned kids."

It was then he remembered that the Vice President was going to be in town overnight. Sweat dripping from his head, he dialed a number. "Yeah, it's me. I don't know if it's one of your people, but there's gonna be an attempt tonight somewhere between the airport and the Montecito. Do what ya gotta do."

Wiping his forehead, he muttered, "Fuckin' kids...."

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Thu Aug 08, 2019 2:17 am

..Las Vegas, Nevada..

The black Lear jet touched down at McCarren Airport in Vegas and taxied to a stop near Terminal 3. In an instant, six black-uniformed men trotted out to the jet as the door opened and four Secret Service descended the steps. Immediately following, Secretary of State Joshua and Vice President Pennse came down the stairs and were surrounded by their bodyguards. Moving quickly, Joshua glanced up at the terminal building and saw with approval a government sniper, rifle scanning the area in front of the building.

"Greetings Mrs. Secretary, Mr. Vice President. Your car is waiting to take you to the Montecito." The mayor of Las Vegas, Tony Cipriano, was sweating, but it was not only due to the heat.

Though the pair had not given any notice that they were arriving in Vegas, there was a small crowd of protesters about thirty feet from the doors of the terminal. Joshua mumbled, "Mike, we have to do something about the leaks. Nobody but the Cabinet knew we were headed here."

"Marie, this has been an on-going problem with the past two administrations. There's always been an informer in our ranks, either in the capitol or here in the West. Despite our best efforts, there exists an underground network of malcontents, leftists, anarchists, racially-motivated operatives. This town was especially noted for being a center of far-left traitors."

"Hmmm, you'd think that with our...friends...in the Cosa Nostra there wouldn't be such problems."

"True, as much as I hate to admit their existence. There aren't very many leftists here, just a handful. But enough to be an annoyance."

They entered the terminal and were whisked off to the premiere casino-hotel on The Strip, the Montecito. "Mike, isn't this the joint that has that big buffet with the international sections? I could go for some Chinese-Thai-Italian food."

Pennse grinned. "Heck of a combination, Marie. You must have a cast-iron stomach. Let me ask......"

In rapid succession, six shots rang out, a young woman brandishing a handgun. She was quickly taken down by the security team, but not before hitting the Secretary of State twice.

A controlled state of pandemonium ensued. Men shouting orders, bodily picking up the Vice President and propelling him back into the bullet-proof Cadillac. Sirens were heard off in the distance, ambulances on their way to the casino.

In the car, the VP exclaimed, "Where's the Secretary of State?" One man said, "Sir, last time I looked, Madame Secretary was on the ground, bleeding heavily. That's all we know at this point. My job is to keep you safe and take you to the alternate site."

"I want a full report in fifteen minutes! Got it?"

by **Foxton-Sunbury** » Sun Aug 18, 2019 8:12 am

..Versailles, France..

Commander Jacques Saffrey waited patiently as the king read the report. "So, Commander, your recommendations are to essentially create a network of Imperial fortresses in key coastal areas of France and eventually in the lands that we will add to the Empire in the future. Beginning with Calais."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Calais is one of the worst, most run-down cities in our country. It is one of the last bastions of the globalist-socialist governors, as well as a nexus of Islamic asylum seeking radicals. There are over 65,000 illegal immigrants there, most of the Muslim persuasion, and comprised of Middle Eastern and African migrants. What relatively few French citizens are left there are under a constant threat of violence from several Islamic groups. It is there I believe we should start."

"Sixty-five thousand you say. And what should we do with them? Disperse them throughout France as our predesessors did?"

"Not at all, Sire. My plan is to let the illegals do two things: recant their faith in Allah and then put them to work building the naval / military bases necessary to strengthen the Channel approaches."

"And those that do not?"

"President Haley says that we have the option of sending up to 25,000 to their northern Artic prison. If there are more than that, they will have the option to return to whatever shithole they came from, or face execution."

"And those who aid us in our building programs?"

"When they are finished serving the Empire, they will be repatriated to an unoccupied island in either the Ionian Sea or the Mediterranean Sea, there to form a French protectorate."

"And the Greeks are approving of this?"

"They actually have little choice, Sire. There are numerous uninhabited islands belonging to Greece, and the current government is more than willing to accept our two million francs for a 200-year lease on the island."

"Current government?"

"Tribal warlords, Majesty. Since the breakup of the EU some sixteen years ago there have been four governments in Athens, each as brutal as the previous. Greece, along with most of Italy, Albania, Macedonia, and Bosnia has descended into third-world status. Exception are Rome and it's harbors where an American fleet is berthed and Venice where a Ducal regime has once again been set in place. Again with American naval aid."

"And the other sites you have marked on this map are in the Baltic Sea, the Baleric Islands, Sardinia and Corsica, Monaco, Lisbon, Gibralter, and Malta / Cyprus."

"Yes, Majesty. Aside from Lisbon and Cyprus, there are no viable governments in place. Cyprus and Malta will serve as bases for Imperial troops and American Marines to be in place to protect the state of Israel, who is surrounded by extremely hostile Islamic countries."

"Yes, nothing new there, eh? Very well, get the plan going, Commander. I will call President Haley to cement our alliance and to further the protection of our mutual interests in the future L'Empire Francais. We have firm control of the Swiss provinces and the Italian mountains down to Milan?"

"Yes, Sire. Seventy-five percent of the forces controlling those areas are French, with Americans making up the rest. The Royal Governor of the Province of Suisse is presently an American general, one, Mike DeLyon. As soon as it is you desire, he will be replaced by one of our Princes."

"Leave him there for a while, Commander. American generals do not put up with a lot of nonsense. When all is calm, hopefully in about six months, Prince Benoit can be installed in Geneva."

"Excellent choice, Majesty. Four years in the FFL and four more as US Ambassador gives him a world of experience. Not to mention he was the one who introduced the suggestion to remove the United Nations from New York City. Resulting, as you recall, in the building being reconditioned as an international financial hub with several excellent French restaurants and bistros on the ground floor."

King Alphonse Louis chuckled. "Mais oui, quite the accomplishment. Good man, and he has the very loquacious support of his wife, the Princess DAquitaine et Bretagne, Marie Louise Hapsburg. Good looking lady, too."

The commander smiled. "If you say so, Sire. I am married, and so do not comment on such things."

"Wise man, Commander. Very well, commence with the plan as is. When 3/4 of Calais is finished, proceed with the next site, and so on. I want all the bases completed in 24 months. I assume we can get the American AI Engineering Corps involved?"

"Already in place, Sire. Remarkable how quickly things get done."

The king smiled and looked at the commender. "Commander, as of the completion of the Calais Military Complex, I hereby bequeath to you the Earldom of Rouen, with all perks and privileges therein. M'Lord Earl, you have been most appreciated by this Crown!"

Completely surprised, Commander Saffrey knelt before the King. "My deepest gratitude, Sire. This was most unexpected."

"Just keep doing well, Earl Saffrey. There's more where that came from."

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