Chapter I

April 30, 2009

No word about Joe. It’s been months now since he was captured at work and taken to an undisclosed prison for conservatives and libertarians. The last word I had he was being tortured. First they used water boarding. Later, I heard if was far worse. I heard that torture used during the Inquisition centuries ago had been re-instated as a proper means to extract and indoctrinate people into the socialist party. Conservatives had to change their ways or face death by hanging in the public square.

In January, just 3 weeks after Hillary Clinton was inaugurated, all conservatives and libertarians were ordered to either surrender themselves to Federal marshals or be shot on sight. Joe was brave. He didn’t surrender. He waited until they came for him.

We knew something was wrong the day of inauguration when President Bush and Laura boarded their plane only to have the plane blow up in mid air. The government announced that it was an accident but some of us thought it was too strange. No one could gain access to any information. The officials who normally investigated these types of accidents were not to be found.

President Clinton had ordered all the troops out of Iraq immediately upon taking office. Jack Murtha, the Secretary of Defense pronounced that our troops would never again be used to fight anywhere. They are sitting at Okinawa the last I heard.

Shortly after Joe was taken prisoner, I was whisked out of the area with a band of people who call themselves the The Last Patriots Standing. They still had guns and we are hiding in a silo as of now.

We will be moving soon to another place, probably an old barn. There are many in the heartland, the fly over area of the country. I was never so glad to be in the heartland.

The dirty bombs hit in March. But, not before another terrible tragedy took place.

Al Gore, the Secretary of Transportation, had ordered all houses using more than $125 of electric/gas per month to be demolished along with the people’s cars. These refugees were shipped to the desert, where a camp had been set up for them. The camp was huge and required lots of supplies to be shipped in on a daily basis. Water, food, and candles were shipped to these poor people.

It soon became apparent that the expense of this camp was prohibitive So Al Gore decided to do away with the shipments. The last I heard the people were starving. Disease was rampant. Many were out of their minds with thirst. I heard there was cannibalism. I can’t say what really happened because once the dirty bombs hit, all the grids across the country didn’t work any longer.

March 15, Ahmedinejad hit Israel with nukes. We watched on our TVs as picture after picture depicted a burned out, smoking hole, that used to be Israel.

I watched as the UN condoned the bombing of Israel and stated that the world was now at peace with the Jews gone to their Maker. No longer would there be any wars the UN President stated. I recall sitting in stunned silence, tears streaming down my face unable to grasp the reality of it.

Our children were taken the week after Hillary Clinton became president. All children under the age of 14 were shipped to re-indoctrination schools. We were told they would be taught all the new doctrines that the socialist party was putting into place. Any child over the age of 14 was considered too old for any schooling and would also be imprisoned if they did not declare their loyalty to the socialist state.

I haven’t heard anything from my children in so long. I don’t even know where they are or if they are still alive.

The dirty bombs hit 2 days after Israel was hit. The bombs went off in New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Atlanta, and Boston, and Washington DC. Word was the politicians were still in their bunkers. At least we didn’t have to worry any longer about the socialists taking us captive. But, we had to be wary of the roving bands of Muslims and illegal aliens.

For quite a while we knew nothing of what happened. We just knew that nothing worked any more. There was a great silence in the air. Our TVs no longer worked. No electricity.

We heard no planes, to trains, traffic was easy to maneuver. Businesses shut down due to no communication. Soon, we got word from those far enough away from the nuked out areas what had happened. All those people were moving in bands towards the heartland of the country away from the fallout.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself. Prior to the dirty bombs, the Mexican/American war had broken out along the border states of Arizona, Texas, and California. The fighting was intense and many people were killed on both sides.

There were no troops to protect us because the President had ordered all troops, including the National Guard out of the country at the same time the troops in Iraq went to Okinawa. We didn’t even know where they were.

Guns had been confiscated by the Socialists shortly after Hillary took office. Many people, seeing what was coming down, fled and hid wherever they could. That’s how I came to be among the group I am hiding with. Thank God for these wonderful people. A lot of them are vets and they still love our country and hope to take back the government at some time.

I’m not sure how this will happen. Communication is slow, by foot, by horse if someone can steal one or find one.

I need to stop writing now. It’s getting dark and we don’t keep any candles burning after dark.
I have much more to write. There is so much more to tell and I know I write rambling on, but
so much has happened in the last few months.

…..to be continued.