Racism and Illegal Immigration

What is so difficult to understand about the concept of legally immigrating into our country? Why do those of us who would like to see the immigration laws of our country enforced get called racists? Does this argument make sense to anyone?

My grandparents immigrated here legally. They did not ask for special rights, the welfare system, hand outs for food, medical assistance and other necessities. They came here to find a better life for themselves and to be in a free county. They respected and appreciated our country and assimilated into the melting pot. My grandparents respected the laws of this country. They worked to make a living for themselves. Every male family member on my maternal side since my grandparents arrived here were enlisted into the Marine Corps and served our country.

Today, we are being invaded by millions of illegal immigrants who come here demanding that we give them their rights. What rights? Just what are they entitled to and why are we giving them entitlement programs? They march in the streets demanding this of our country. Illegals receive benefits that even our citizens don’t get.

When we demand that our government close the borders, enforce the immigration laws stop the handouts which is over burdening the tax payers does that make us racists?

The purpose of government is to protect us from invasion, but apparently there are people who believe this is not right. Some people believe that everyone should be able to come here illegally, storm our borders, take jobs away from Americans, commit crimes and not be held responsible. This is not immigration. This is anarchy.

As stated in the Constitution of the United States of America:
Article IV

Section 4. The United States shall guarantee to every state in this union a republican form of government,  and shall protect each of them against invasion; and on application of the legislature, or of the executive (when the legislature cannot be convened) against domestic violence.

Chapter XVII

May 30, 2009

It came to the attention of the Patriots that Michael Moore, who was still at large and still very large himself, had produced a grainy, low budget film about the Patriots. Of course, the docudrama was a complete falsity, but he was wandering around the country showing the film to socialists who were hiding out in various places. The film was called “An Inconvenient Revolution”.

The film was made in a garage and the purpose was to pour propaganda into the country to inflame socialists. He wanted to depict the Patriots in the worst possible light so he could muster an army with the remaining libdolts who were still left alive.

The film showed old WWII bombers dropping their loads over Germany and France. He claimed it was the Patriots dropping bombs onto Washington DC and the other cities that were hit with dirty bombs last March. He used old footage panning over the remains of the bombing of Dresden to magnify the destruction. Since the socialists never learned any history in school, and didn’t even know there was a WWII, they had no idea that they were being shown old footage of it. So, they never questioned what they were seeing.

Mr. and Mrs. GunnyG were depicted as a modern day Bonnie and Clyde couple who rode all over the country with guns blazing, shooting anyone down within their sights. He referred to them as blood thirsty gun nuts who left a wake of carnage and needed to be taken down. Of course he showed the real Bonnie and Clyde with 1930’s cars but none of the socialist questioned any of this even though they knew there was no gas to fuel the cars or even that the cars were way out of date.

In the film he inserted pictures of Ted Bundy, Albert DeSalvo, (the Boston Strangler), David Berkowitz (Son of Sam), Dennis Rader (BTK killer), Charles Manson, John Wayne Gacey, Jeffrey Dahmer, and many other real murderers and narrated in the film that these were actual pictures of Goshawk, WilliBeax, BrianR, DavidMac, chjockey47, expressit, Swampfox, J-Dawg and other Patriots. He would then focus his camera on old crime pictures of bodies that allegedly the Patriots had strewn across the country in their murderous rampages. He declared that the Patriots were the most vicious and heinous murderers of all time. He counted on these socialists memories to be quite short and not recall the faces of the real murderers and their bloody acts. He was right to count on that. The socialists’ brains were right on target, remembering nothing.

Apparently, Moore wanted to get inside the IIS to film what he considered horrific conditions, but he couldn’t figure out a way to disguise his large carriage. So in the film he showed an old butchering house where he said the socialists were being housed and butchered there like pigs and cattle. The lens of his camera zoomed on the old dried blood of animals previously killed and catsup he had dumped on the floors claiming it was the blood of hundreds of thousands of socialists. He looked into the camera and said, “The Patriots are destroying our country and our fellow citizens in the worst case of mass murder ever reported in the history of the world.” We were told that the socialists just nodded their heads with glazed eyes as they stared at the blood and catsup soaked butchering floors.

Then Moore had inserted old Nazi concentration film footage with shrunken bodies of the victims in piles and said they were the bodies of the socialists that had been killed. Again, since the socialists knew nothing about history and the concentration camps with the torture committed there they questioned none of this. After all, what country other than America could perpetrate such acts of violence and torture? One of our spies reported that during this part of the film, many of the socialists got up and fled screaming in horror.

Moore filmed PappyMichael’s Socialist Brain Eradication Center as another house of torture. He focused his camera on a large old building that was once an IRS building. Since it was once a real house of torture he wasn’t actually stretching anyone’s imagination. Inside he had placed props of hundreds of whips, leather mouth muzzles, and machines that produced electrical shocks. He showed old footage of medical brain operations where people’s heads were drilled open and doctors removing tumors. He said these were Patriots removing pieces of socialists’ brains without anesthesia and then these people were sent back to the IIS to live as vegetables until they were slaughtered. Those socialists, who remained after the butcher house scene, now ran out screeching with terror and our spies told us they vomited and clutched at one another in their deadly fear, running into trees, falling down into ditches. They had lost all sense of balance in their petrified states.

Timothy McVeigh and Terry McNichols were shown to be teadrinker and purplegimp. Even though the Mossad agents are women, Moore figured the socialists wouldn’t question the gender difference of the pictures he was showing out of political correctness. He was not disappointed. None of the socialists questioned this depiction either. He showed old film footage of the Oklahoma City bombing. He claimed that the Patriots had hired the Mossad agents to blow up buildings where homeless socialists had taken refuge. In exchange for diamonds or other monetary rewards, the Mossad agents perpetrated these horrendous acts as they had done with the Palestinians according to Moore. He portrayed the Mossad as a profit making agency where these Jewish agents would perform the most vicious crimes on innocents. He relied on the socialists’ old UN mentality to believe the Jews were the most evil of pigs that ever lived on the face of the earth.

Michael Moore was a clever opportunist. He knew the socialists were stupid and they would never question anything he filmed or claimed. He knew they had no memories, no historical knowledge, and they knew no facts. Secretly he laughed at them behind their backs at their gullibility. However, since his film had only spooked the already wimpy, cowardly and spineless socialists, it had backfired on him and failed to raise an army of socialists to fight the Patriots. His film had failed to inspire any courage. But instead had only confirmed what they already believed that the Patriots were right wing murdering, war mongering thugs. The Patriots shook their heads in wonder thinking he should have known what he was dealing with when it came to these people. After all, guns were anathema and fighting a war no matter how much you believed in your ideology was never worth that price.

The film ended with an old Paul McCartney and John Lennon song with revised lyrics by Bono and sung by Michael Moore:

YESTERDAY,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as if they’re here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

SUDDENLY,
I’m not half the ton I used to be,
There’s hunger hanging over me
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why they had to bomb I don’t know
They wouldn’t say
I said,
Something’s wrong, now I long for yesterday.

YESTERDAY,
Politics was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why they had to kill
I don’t know, they wouldn’t say
I said,
Something’s wrong, now I long for,

YESTERDAY,
Socialism was such an easy lie to play
Now, I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

With that, Michael Moore, with the Patriots hot on his large tail, lit out for Canada.

……to be continued…..

Chapter XVI

May 10, 2009

After days in the Brain Eradication Center, there were no changes. Bradford refused to recite the Lord’s Prayer. No amount of shocks or crutch beatings made any difference. Bradford was too entrenched in the socialist doctrinaire. He continued to believe in all the socialists’ agendas and organizations. He still thought the ACLU was a good thing. Even though no one from the ACLU was alive anymore, he still believed. Teadrinker and Purplegimp tried to tell him the ACLU wouldn’t have taken his case if they still did exist. He wasn’t on death row. He didn’t need an abortion. He had not put up any crosses. For what possible reason would they have come to his aid? He was of no political import. PappyMichael thought that perhaps Bradford would be a good candidate for the lobotomies that had to be performed on the particularly recalcitrant. PappyMichael grumbled, “Get him outta here, I’m done fooling with him.” Purplegimp and Teadrinker, with a shackled Bradford, galloped off to transport him back to the Institution for Insane Socialists.

As is often the case, and as everyone reading has seen, these Socialists have a propensity for accidents. According to the Mossad agents, somewhere along the route, Bradford fell off his horse, cracking his head up against a boulder. He died, ignominiously soon after. Purplegimp stated that just before he died, he murmured the following, “This was some Fox News smear, apparently to support this absurdly defensive notion that I’m a socialist”. Purplegimp whispered gently to Bradford, “You poor dear, you can let go of it now, just say your prayers. The agony is over now.” Bradford tried, “Our father in heaven, will the king my bed, forgive….” With that Bradford passed over into Sir Thomas More’s Utopia where the socialist after-life is a perfect place and everyone owns a house and is allowed to take from others what they want but don’t have.

There were reports regarding two public figures incarcerated at ISS who also broke out. It seems there have been many breakouts and IIS will have to address the security system. Speculation has it that some of the insiders are aiding these socialists to escape. Sheehag has been suspected for quite awhile and it might be necessary to take her out and shoot her. Even with her lobotomy she is still capable of devious behavior considering she made Jimmy Carter believe he had a rabbit in bed with him instead of a pit viper.

Anyway, Arlen Specter and Patrick Kennedy, dressed as doctors, stole as many drugs as they could from the IIS pharmacy, and walked out of the facility one night. They found some horses tied up at another socialists’ campsite, stole them and rode off.

Specter soon found to his dismay that Kennedy was an inconvenience. Kennedy popped so many pills and remained in such a drug induced state, that he could not lead his horse, and furthermore kept falling from the horse. Specter’s old bones were getting mighty tired of lifting all that dead weight back onto that horse. He decided he would leave Kennedy in one of the bigger cities where he could mix in with the roaming masses of the streets. It would be better for Kennedy in the long run since drugs would be more available to him there. How he would obtain the drugs was his problem. Specter knew the crime problem in some of the bigger cities had become extreme, but he figured Kennedy was capable of dealing with that having grown up in a family where crimes had been committed on a regular basis.

Specter left him and rode off heading into the Shenandoah Mountains. No one knows why he headed that way. But, that had been a mystery all of Specter’s life, why he went in one direction or the other. One night, Specter ran across a search party of Patriots. He figured he would head off another trail to get out of sight and bed down for the night. As he climbed the trail, he realized he was being followed. He wanted to turn around because this trail had become narrower than he liked and he couldn’t see where he was going. But, it was too late. Someone was already tracking him.

At some point, Specter turned around trying to see who was following him, when just at that moment, he heard gunshots. His horse skittered and lurched out of fear and the two went flying down the side of the mountain. Old Specter sure took a wrong turn that night.

Patrick Kennedy didn’t fare much better. Kennedy was found dead on a street partially hidden under some rubbish. According to a source in the area, Kennedy had made plenty of trouble. He seems to have considered himself the better of those with whom he was roaming, demanding that others hand over their drugs because he was a Kennedy. Didn’t they know who he was for God’s sake? That attitude didn’t go down well because Kennedy didn’t understand the general public’s attitudes about these things. You either prostituted yourself or stole to get your drugs. You didn’t go around demanding it from others. Being a politician surely Kennedy knew both concepts well, that of prostitution and stealing.

Kennedy was demanding that one addict hand over his needles and heroin stash when several other addicts attacked him from behind and beat him to death with baseball bats. During the beating he screamed at them to spare his life, apologized and told them he would go into rehab. The source of this story reported that the druggies all laughed that night recounting the tale, wondering how a dude could be that dumb as to think yelling rehab would save his life. As the addicts reported, he looked just like any other snow bird that hung around these streets. Another one of the addicts said, “Kennedy? I thought he be dead years ago”.

Ah, this has been a very sad writing tonight, the untimely deaths of three of our best examples of socialism, selling out, and neurotic sense of entitlement.

But, I intend to end this chapter on a happy note. Fred Thompson married Ann Coulter and GunnyG. Ann reportedly stated that she had been waiting all her life for a man like GunnyG, one who had courage, honor, and a complete lack of respect for socialists and was not afraid to shoot them when the need arose. GunnyG said he had found the woman of his dreams, one that not only was beautiful, but smart, funny, and hated socialists as much as he did. They are honeymooning on an undisclosed shooting range. Reports are there are fireworks day and night.

The honeymoon will be cut short, however, due to the fact that after the marriage ceremony, Fred Thompson also appointed GunnyG as his new Secretary of Defense. There’s no stopping us Patriots now!

Chapter XV

May 6, 2009

Just the sight of the two Mossad agents, Purplegimp and Teadrinker made Brad’s head ache. What was in store for him he wondered? At least that brute PappyMichael wasn’t in the room. He felt the side of his head where a lump was developing. If only he could have some water, a nice cool sip of water. He then passed out again.

Bradford could hear the sound of waves in the distance, a low, slow roar. His head hurt and he was nauseated. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded in darkness. He lay still trying to focus on the noises of the night. His eyes swept around the cell. He couldn’t see anything it was so dark. Where was he? What had happened to him? He couldn’t seem to remember the last hours of his life. What was he doing in this small dark room?

He was in hell. He knew it. His mind raced, terror building as he realized he was imprisoned in this horrible little room. He was cold, so he wrapped the thin blanket around him and tried to look out the little barred window. All he could see was trash blowing around in the wind. He was underground, the window at ground level. He went to the door and there was no handle, no way to get out.

Bradford lay back down on the cot. At that moment, the room lit up, shooting arrows of pain into his eyes.

As his eyes flickered trying to adjust to the sudden light, he heard the cell door scrape and open. PappyMichael and someone he had never seen before entered the room. Brad remembered then what had happened and he felt a sickening wave in his stomach.

“You racist pig you stay away from me”, Bradford shouted at PappyMichael.
Pappy said, “Jess quiet down, boy, you don’t know what you’re talking about”. Brad screamed, “Hating militant Islamists is not racism"?! You stop tarring ALL Muslims with the same brush and I'll stop thinking you’re a racist.” PappyMichael shot Brad an angry look and told him he doesn’t even know him yet. How can he be a racist when Brad doesn’t even know him? “You’re all racists, all you right wing Patriots, blaming everything on Muslims,” said Brad.

The man with Pappy was a big, muscular man with guns all over him, a military type. He advised Pappy, “NEVER believe a libdolt when they are confronted with reeducation. They'll tell you anything to weasel out of it or reduce their sentence. They ALL get a mandatory five year sentence with time added for every libstain thought uttered aloud or written down.” Pappy said, “I hear ya, GunnyG. We know Bradford is an entrenched socialist and this won’t be easy.” GunnyG said, “I suggest that Bradford be duct-taped to a chair, electrodes hooked to sensitive areas, and shocked every time he fails a test.” Pappy shook his head in agreement, “We might have to go to that if he does not respond to the Mossad.”

Brad asked for some food. Pappy told him he had better not start that smart mouthing again asking for a Big Mac as there were none operating.

“This guy is enough to knock a maggot off of a pile of fresh sh*t”, said GunnyG. “If you need any reinforcements, I’ve got plenty of Patriots in my group I can call in to help you out. Nee is tough as nails and can take down a libstain a mile away. If it were up to me I’d just take him out and shoot him right now. Get it over with.” GunnyG then proceeded to bring in a rickety chair and duct tape Bradford to it. "Purplegimp and Teadrinker will be in shortly to take care of you", said GunnyG. "And, they are tough. You won't want to fool with them Bradboy".

Pappy asked Brad if he remembered he had failed the Pledge of Allegiance. Bradford recalled it and laughed. Pappy gave him a sour look and Brad stopped laughing. Pappy said, “Now I want you to study the Pledge. It’s on that poster on the wall. It’s not hard, you must have learned it as a kid, but the socialists have drummed it out of your brain. We mean to put it back into your brain. If you fail this first requirement, you will be shot.” Brad replied, “You right wingers all suffer with fantastic paranoia, you hold it dear to you. You actually think there is socialism and somebody is trying to take your rights away?” GunnyG glared at Bradford. Brad felt himself shrink under his ruthless eyes. “Pappy try giving Brad a five gallon jug of Metamucil, maybe he can blow his head out his alimentary canal that way,” said GunnyG.

Pappy and GunnyG left the cell. Bradford looked at the poster with the Pledge on it. He smirked. The words were so big a man half blind could read it he thought. Who did these racist thugs think they are trying to make him a Patriot? Bunch of right wing nut jobs putting him into a prison. Torturing him! They wouldn’t even give him anything to eat. That was his right to have food under the Geneva Convention. Then, he realized the Geneva Convention didn’t mean anything right now. No International Red Cross, no ACLU, no UN, not even CAIR to help him out.

He looked around the room and noticed there were gun posters on the walls with different models and makes. Brad thought to himself, “people who *love* guns are a bit creepy.” There was another big poster with the Brain Eradication rules printed on it. He noticed his first requirement was the Pledge. Yeah, well that was really an easy one. He could recite it and fool them for awhile.

That second one though, recite the Lord’s Prayer. He couldn’t recall that one. Something like, “Our father, who art in heaven, hello be thy dame...….” His eyes suddenly caught sight of the Bible on the little table. Maybe it was in there. He was panicking. Maybe some kind of prayer was in that Bible, even though he had never opened one. Brad thought some more, “Our father who art in heaven, hello be thy dame, the king comes and Will does something”. What is it? Will does what? And something about bread! Making bread? No, that didn’t sound right. God wouldn’t be talking about making money. That can’t be it. Let me see. “Give us some bread and forgive us for eating it? Rats, bread! That just made me hungry again he thought. Sweat was now pouring down his face and his shirt was soaked.

He looked up and could see two eyes peering at him through the small, barred opening in the door. God, he hoped that GunnyG wasn’t coming back in here. That rabid guy scared the crap out of him. And, he recalled the stories he had heard about GunnyG taking down a lot of socialists. He knew all the socialists talked about GunnyG having lots of blood on his hands. Mr. Buck told him GunnyG is a vile irresponsible right-wing death monger.

The door grated open and the two Mossad agents came into his room. He gaped at them in wonder. They were in wheelchairs! He couldn’t help himself, he burst out laughing. Purplegimp asked him what he was laughing about. Brad said, “The two of you gimps in wheelchairs, that’s what! And, I thought I would be afraid of you. You two are just a couple of worn out, gimpy, over the hill Mossad hacks.”

Purplegimp and Teadrinker looked at one another and laughed.

Teadrinker said, “Is that so, Bradford? You think we can’t hurt you because we’re crippled? We caught you remember? You are going to learn boy, that you are sorely mistaken. We’ve dealt with far worse than you. We’ve fought the Hizzies and taken katyusha rocket hits. We are well seasoned old coots for your information. And you’re just a little bit of pond scum to deal with. Not much of a challenge for us really.”

Teadrinker and Purplegimp told Brad it was time for him to recite that Pledge. He had plenty of time by now to have it down. Brad laughed so hard he nearly knocked his chair over. He looked at Teadrinker and Purplegimp with tears running down his face he was laughing so hard, when just at that moment, he and his chair were knocked to the floor. The duct taped up Brad lay stunned on the floor in his chair.

In a little while, Bradford regained his muscle control, looked back at them to see that Teadrinker had a Taser X26c in her hand. Teadrinker wheeled over to him and having strength Bradford never could have imagined righted him and the chair back up.

For a few moments, Bradford just stared at Teadrinker and then burst out laughing again. Once again he took another hit. He sat dazed, a blank look on his face. After regaining his muscle control he observed that Purplegimp had a Taser X26c in her hand.

Bradford said he was ready to recite the Pledge of Allegiance. “Good”, said Purplegimp. “Glad to see you want to cooperate”.

Bradford recited the whole Pledge word for word. He asked the two agents if he could have some water. Pappy came in with a cup of water setting it down onto the small table. Pappy told Brad his next assignment was to learn the Lord’s Prayer and they would give him some time to learn it. Brad said to Pappy, “Look old man, you’re nothing but a racist thug, tarring all Muslims. Patriots, my azz! You people are a bunch of Islamophobes and you try to call yourselves Christians. I’m not saying any prayers for you, you old geezer.”

Brad felt the heavy blow as a crutch crashed down onto the back of his head. He sat there stupefied for a moment looking up at Teadrinker holding a crutch, pity on her face. “Oh you poor boy, Bradford, you think you can fight your way out of this one. Give it up you poor thing. It will go much easier for you in the long run.” Bradford screamed back, “You’re torturing me. You know that’s not permitted. There are laws against torture!”

Pappy Michael, Teadrinker, and Purplegimp laughed. Purplegimp said to Brad, “There are no stupid rules about torture anymore Bradford. And, there’s nowhere to run. You can’t get any stinking lawyer to come here and help you out either. And, if you think any of the libdolts are going to come out of their holes to rescue you, you are dreaming. Bunch of the worst pusses I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Bradford said, “I thought you guys were Patriots and want to live by the Constitution. I have my Constitutional rights to a fair trial.”

PappyMichael mocked him, “Oh, so now you’re interested in the Constitution are ya? That’s about the only time a socialist cares about the Constitution, when it affects them. If you want a trial, fine by me. I can call on any one of our best snipers right now, GunnyG, DavidMac, WilliBeax, Goshawk, or BrianR. One of them would just love to escort you over to Tennessee to stand trial, that is if you ever make it there.”

Bradford thought about that for awhile. Those snipers! He had heard all about them. They never missed and they had taken down a lot of socialists. He just witnessed first hand the savage attitude of GunnyG. What were his chances of ever reaching Tennessee? Ann Coulter as Chief Justice! He had heard about her sentencing of Ted Kennedy to death by car drowning. She was a psychotic! He looked up at Pappy with despair creeping over his face. “All right, Pappy, I’ll do as you say, for now”. But you can’t hold me down forever. I’ll escape from here sooner or later and when I do you will be the first I’m coming after.”

PappyMichael said, “Fine, Bradford, you do that. And, when you come after me with a bedpan, I’ll be ready for ya.”

…….to be continued…….

Chapter XIV

May 5, 2009

Within the walls of the Institution for the Insane Socialists, the IIS, many unsanctioned activities have been discovered and reported.

Cindy Sheehan has been caught several times in Jimmy Carter’s room underneath the blankets with him. The orderlies who caught them reported that Cindy was cooing into Jimmy’s half-deaf ears that she could be his little bunny rabbit that he keeps calling for in his unhinged moments. Jimmy, half demented, apparently believes for some moments that indeed there is a rabbit next to him, so he was seen cuddling the Cindy. But, once his momentary lapse in memory function was restored, no one within the facility could calm the screaming man down. Shots of thorazine were the only answer. Poor Jimmy. Even he, as feckless and incompetent as he once was, doesn’t deserve that kind of cruel and unusual punishment. Mind you, not the shots, but becoming aware that the gun running Chavez woman, Sheehan was actually in bed with you.

Many of the socialists housed at IIS are not public figures. We have jailed many ordinary citizens who are socialists, but who continued to make trouble for the Patriots and their mission to re-establish this country’s foundation.

Some of these citizens, such as Kimberly, youmakemelaugh, shrew, and Bradford, just to name a few of these ornery socialists, have been known to wreak havoc at IIS. It seems they, not unlike little children, like to play pranks on the inmates. Just the usual simple things, like hiding toilet paper, stealing inmates’ clothing from the showers while people are bathing, taping dorm rooms shut, those sorts of things played by your average college kids. Nothing really harmful.

However, some have broken out of IIS and the Patriots are searching for them. Bradford broke out several days ago by knocking a guard over the head with Jimmy Carter’s bedpan, grabbing his gun, and taking off. After getting freed, he threw the gun away but kept the bedpan. One never knew when one would have another use for such a thing.

Reports coming into HQ are that Bradford was spotted loitering around the Obama carnival. He even was playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey game. After Charlie Rangel was shot and killed, Obama needed a replacement for this particular game in their carnival. Carl Levin was seen doddering around the woods one day when Sharpton and Jackson grabbed him bringing him into the fold.

Carl Levin was delighted knowing he would get a square meal each day, even if it did consist of a little morsel of frog meat and perhaps an occasional scoop of beans.

Needless to say, when it comes to these socialists there was a slight accident that occurred. One night while Bradford was playing Pin the Tail, he realized he could never get that darned thing to stick to Levin. Being that old Carl was a former dimocrap and socialist, having anything stick to him was a rare thing. Things slid off these socialists like sap running down a maple tree on a hot day.

So, Brad found an old nail lying about the woods and decided to use that and of course, stuck it into Levin’s butt. The tail stuck that night! Levin’s glasses torpedoed through the woods as he yelped and screamed rolling on the ground causing the old rusty nail to be driven further into his massive buttocks.

Jesse Jackson screamed, “Holy God in heaven”, this Pin the Tail on the Donkey game is the unluckiest game anyone has ever played! Jackson talked it over with McAuliffe, BO, and Sharpton telling them they would need to find another form of entertainment for the crowd than this hexed game. And, they had thought that Mrs. Obama wrestling the bears would have been the most dangerous thing in their show. Of all things for this child like game to become such a menace was beyond belief!

Meanwhile, Levin was still flailing around on the ground, shrieking for help from anyone to come get the darned nail out of his butt. Someone in the crowd, seeing that Sharpton and company weren’t paying any attention came to Levin’s rescue and pulled the nail out. Unfortunately, Levin died later of tetanus. Towards the end of his life, with his jaw finally locked down, Levin frantically waved his arms trying to indicate he wanted a pen and paper to write his last words. But, no one understood his gesticulations and Levin died wordless, the first time in his entire life he couldn’t tell a lie.

Bradford escaped from the carnival area that night, but he didn’t get too far before he was nabbed by two of Israel’s finest Mossad agents, purplegimp and teadrinker. Before the dirty bombs went off they had been operating illegally in the US, but we Patriots were glad to have their services as they were most inclined to bring down socialists and radical Muslims.

Together, they grabbed him in the woods not far off a trail they had been searching. It was easy taking him down as all he had for protection was that bedpan.

Purplegimp and teadrinker transported Bradford down to Virginia where Pappy Michael was running a very effective center for eradicating socialist propaganda from their brains.

He already had his 5 requirements:

l. The socialist had to recite the pledge of allegiance to the flag.

2. Recite the Lord’s Prayer or any prayer for that matter.

3. Swear to uphold the Bible, belief in God and the Constitution in its’ original form.

4. Work in the Patriots freedom camps as restitution for being socialist.

5. Learn to use a gun.

Pappy Michael, purplegimp, and teadrinker escorted Bradford into the Socialist Brain Eradication Center, the SBEC, where many intransigent commies were convinced to forgo their socialist indoctrination and help restore them back to being Patriots. The program has been very effective and used only for those individuals deemed to somewhat have the ability to change their ways.

Pappy’s buddies, the Aussies chuckled as Brad was led into the center, howling the entire way saying, “You think you know me and 'my kind'--but you don't!” Pappy said to Brad “shut up you weird little turd and pull your head out!”

Brad was given his first assignment to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag. But, he couldn’t recite the whole thing. He claimed to be too traumatized over his evening at the carnival. Pappy told him that was no excuse and try again. Brad did try, but failed, saying he was hungry. Pappy said, “stop messin with me boy, now try again.” Brad failed and asked if they would run out and get him a Big Mac like they do on the cop shows. Pappy slammed him up against the side of his head with that damned bedpan. Brad fell unconscious onto the floor.

Later he awoke to find himself in a small locked cell. It was furnished with everything a socialist would need. There was a nice cot with a blanket, a toilet, a Bible on a small table, the Pledge of Allegiance and gun posters on the wall. As his eyes blinked into focus, he saw purplegimp and teadrinker standing in one shadowed corner of the cell waiting for him.

…….to be continued…….

Chapter XIII

May 1, 2009

PappyMichael from our Virginia Headquarters notified us that the ships they saw off the coast are Australian. The ships finally came into port at Norfolk, carrying
troops, food, water, medicines, plenty of more guns and ammo, and other supplies.

Being a continent unto itself the Australians were not affected as much by the carnage that was going on in Eurabia, the Middle East, China, and Russia. According to the Aussies, we received reports on the following events that have occurred since we have been without communication. There is much to tell.

On March 20, 2009, Mahmoud Ahmedinejad gave a special news conference where he stated that his heart ached for the now extinct Israeli people. He said it was a mystery as to who would have nuked the Israelis, but surely the Great Satan, America, must have done it. Mahmoud said that the Great Satan was then punished with fire raining down in many cities. God punished America for destroying the Jews and he would pray for all the people in America who were left wondering about this great disaster. The crowds in Iran were left with nothing to cheer since “death to America” was now redundant. Instead Ahmedinejad led the crowds in his new mantra, “America is dead”.

Then, he sent a special message to the people of England and Germany, saying, “Fool you once shame on me, fool you twice shame on you.”

No one in Britain understood the message. The Brits laughed at his folksy joke and went about their business as usual. The common gossip among the Brits over Mahmoud’s press conference was how the Americans had become so antagonistic, so imperialistic, so blood thirsty, that they would stoop to nuking their ally, Israel. How did this happen? The Brits just shook their heads and their tongues clicked away about the once so ferocious America.

Many were sure America’s 2^nd Amendment had caused the once generous America to become a vicious force, overrun with armed savages willing to kill anyone in their way. Why they were all a bunch of immoral cowboys who had voted twice for that moron cowboy Bush and they just followed lock step into this pugnacious dictator’s machinations. Other Brits concluded that America had nuked Israel as a setup to start another war. They were always up to something like that but they were shocked that Hillary would do it. But, as some Brits recalled Hillary was full of dirty tricks herself.

In Germany, they talked about how they had never trusted us really. And, having our soldiers there all those years had been a deep humiliation. They expelled our military from their country once they heard Ahmedinejad statement that America must have nuked Israel. The Germans prattled away about how America was never able to settle for appeasement and that we have always been a rabid nation. They wondered to themselves why America would nuke Israel, but they came to the conclusion that it was a setup to try to blame Iran or another Islamic group for the crime. The Americans were famous for doing this but this time it had backfired on them.

But, who set off dirty bombs in America if this was a setup? The Germans concluded that Hillary must have done it to convince the American people that there still were terrorists in this world. The Germans shook their heads in pity at how silly and naïve the Americans have always been and this time they really took a bad fall for their stupidity. Other Germans spoke of how it didn’t make any sense that Hillary would set this up. She didn’t believe in terrorism, but others gossiped that Hillary was having deep rooted problems politically in America and this was a diversion she had created. Whatever the reason the Germans expected as much from nation as combative and contentious as America.

Two days later both England and Germany were nuked into oblivion.

France folded immediately upon seeing England and Germany nuked. Who would come to their rescue? There was no one left who liked them that much. Even though the Americans always saved them in the past, the newspapers wrote, the Americans had stopped liking them altogether. And, if America were still up and functioning who was to believe they would bail us out this time? Who had any military force? Indeed even we, the French don’t have a military, wrote Le Parisienne.

The police force in Paris bombarded the French Parliament, protesting since they had been fighting a war against Muslim radicals in the suburbs of Paris for years now with no real equipment. It seems the French didn’t have a dimocrap party to constantly screech that their police didn’t have enough armor. Besides that the regular citizens didn’t care that the police were being attacked on a daily basis. As long as none of it effected their 11am starting times at work and their 3 hour lunch breaks starting at noon, why should they care?

Now, the Muslim radicals were burning down everything in sight. The Eiffel Tower lay in ruins, nothing more than a jungle gym of steel bars piled on top of one another. The Champs Elycee no longer a stroll for lovers, but one of warriors.

Fashion run ways were abolished replaced by models in burkas in an array of colors for an all season wardrobe. The one good thing, and we all look for the silver lining, was that the models no longer had to be a size 000, but a normal size woman. Well, at least you couldn’t tell under those layers of robes. New Muslims pouring into France immediately headed for the Virgin Megastores believing they could buy virgins there without having to blow themselves up. Imagine the disappointment only to find just more capitalist goods.

Soon the Champs Elysee was lined with shops in the Islamic tradition. There was Mustafa’s designs for clothing, Ferrani’s bakery, Sariyah’s bedding, and Faquh’s legal services. A group which was likened to the ACLU was established, only it was the Societal Council for Altruistic Muslims, dubbed SCAM. Any Parisians, such as the Givenchy, Gucci, and Versace design houses who wished to protest their businesses being overtaken had to appear before SCAM and plead their cases. Most cases were thrown out and the pleading parties were beheaded. SCAM had become a much feared organization across France.

Iran has taken over the entire Middle East, including Pakistan. Ahmedinejad had only three nukes so he needed the Pakistani nukes to threaten anyone else in his way. As soon as Iran took Pakistan, India was nuked and obliterated. The corpse of bin Laden was brought out of hiding and paraded in the streets of Islamabad. Even though the body was unrecognizable and stunk so bad people had to wear extra burkas and turbans to keep from gagging, the crowds cheered.

China nuked all of Korea. The report given to Pappy was that China was sick of fooling around with the little pederast and his flinging dud missiles into the air. They had been sick of him for a long time, but he served China’s purpose to aggravate us like a fishbone stuck in our toe. Besides that he was a complete embarrassment to all those of Oriental descent with that weird hairdo. With America down, China had no patience or use for Kim Ding Dong any longer. And, China stated that if the north goes so does the south. By getting rid of the entire country they had solved a lot of problems.

Japan had to surrender to China. With all the fighting and bombs going off everywhere it became apparent they couldn’t win. The last thing Japan wanted was for China to nuke them. China had used conventional bombs so far, but Japan was not willing to risk it since sending up nukes these days was like punting footballs.

Most of our troops are still in Okinawa and we don’t know what fate lies before them. The Aussies are going to try to get them out, but it will be a risky and daring adventure.

Putin had declared himself the Czar of Russia shortly after the dirty bombs hit us. He has been dubbed Ivan the Terrible II. Blood runs dark and red in the streets of Russia. Many of the citizens of Russia have died of poisoning. The gulags are back up and running for political prisoners. Czar Putin has retaken all the countries that broke away, such as Hungary, Bulgaria, Poland, Lithuania, Latvia, Romania among a few, and the Stans are back under Russian rule.

Russia, Iran, and China have formed a somewhat uneasy alliance, as none of them trusts the other too much in this state of affairs.

Iran has been establishing the caliphate throughout the ME. Russia however, is none too keen on this caliphate idea. China is none too happy about the Russians sitting at their border not knowing what country Russia will seize next to add to its’ plunder. Russia is not happy that China nuked Korea, not knowing if they could be next.

The Russians are sick of China’s little fake Ming jars and plates being imported there too. China had to find another market for their cheap goods since we are not importing at the moment. The Russians are having the same problems we once had. The cheap Chinese clothes are always two sizes too small and they fall apart in the washing machines. Czar Putin would like to ban the imports but fears the Chinese rage if he did so.

Besides Russian goods are now so expensive only the czar and his compatriots can afford them. The poor Russian people stand in lines at the Chin-O-Marts to buy cheap, thin clothing and foods with wheat gluten. Part of the poison deaths could be attributed to the Chinese wheat gluten. There is much debate within the country as to who is really to blame for all the poison deaths.

Well, never mind the mess going on in the rest of the world; we need to keep marching forward on our mission here. We have made great progress so far and we don’t intend to stop until we have all the devils rounded up, either imprisoned or killed. From the reports we receive from Celtic Dragon, our great spy and intelligence informant, there are still plenty of socialists at large. GunnyG is still hunting and finding socialists killing them with his great sniper abilities. Some socialists never learn to keep their mouths shut and should fear the hand of GunnyG.

The Aussies are going to help us clear out the remaining Socialists and Muslims still left wandering the country. They are limited on resources however and can only offer us about 600 troops. Pappy Michael who is the CO of the Southeastern district HQ will coordinate the placement of these troops in strategic trouble spots within the US.

There is always a silver lining to be found among the dark clouds. We find that the Aussies are still our friends and ally and never did believe Mahmoud Ahmedinejad when he told the world we nuked Israel. We find that intelligent life still exists on earth.

And, we need never worry again, if we ever get back up and running that our jobs will be out sourced to India.

…….to be continued……

Chapter XII

April 28, 2009

CAIR is still operating forming units of Muslim fighters. We have not been able to extinguish all of these groups so far. We heard rumors that there was a former socialist who had joined one of the Muslim units and was leading them into battles.

Up around Minnesota, with no gas, the Muslim taxi drivers had devised new vehicles by which to transport people. These were nothing more than a rendition of the old horse and buggy. With their tool of choice, the box cutter, they had devised box like receptacles which they dubbed Dhimmie carts. The Muslims themselves never rode in these. They charged the citizens various cans of fruits and vegetables, and if it was a long haul, the occupant was charged with delivering a freshly slaughtered lamb.

The Muslims became enraged when various citizens who were trying to move about town were bringing their dogs and their liquor with them. At first the Muslims tried their old tactics of complaining they had a union, they had rights not to pick up people who were against their faith’s beliefs. With a bullhorn they rode through town warning people to leave these evil items, dogs and liquor, at home.

The citizens no longer were willing to put up with the Muslims rules and started stealing their horses and Dhimmie carts. The Muslims rode through town warning people that if they didn’t turn in the thieves, they would all be killed. The citizens watched at their windows, getting their shotguns ready. So, one day the people had enough. Someone fired at a bellowing Muslim riding through town and he flew off of his horse into a pile of dog poop that someone had left from their Great Dane.

This Muslim lay on the ground while the whole town laughed. And that is how the bloody battle ensued.

One socialist that had not been caught was Turban Durbin. After that gun battle in town where Joe had been taken from me Durbin had escaped and disappeared. Search parties had failed to find the little weasel up to now. So, when the Patriots arrived in Minnesota, it was of no surprise who was commanding the opposing forces, none other than Turban man himself.

When the Patriots arrived, led by Swampfox and Snooper, they found Durbin in the middle of a bloody battle with the people.

Even with his rag head and robes they recognized him right away. Durbin was swinging an axe, bringing it down on the head of a woman. Her dog, a huge Belgian Shepherd was attacking him as he swung the axe, but one of the other Muslims drove a sword through the dog. The woman dropped, half of her head gone. She laid bleeding and dying on the ground, when Durbin swung the axe once again into the remaining portion of the woman’s head. As Durbin laid the axe into the woman’s head a second time, he screamed, “take that you Bush ho”. The Shepherd was not to be downed. He lunged for his attacker getting him by the throat, knocking him to the ground. Just at that point Durbin axed the dog in the back. Durbin and the Muslim high fived one another and shouted, “Allah akbar”.

When Durbin swung around to lay his axe on the next person in his way, Snooper and Swampfox grabbed him. They captured him, tied him up, gagged him, and laid him over the back of one of their horses and rode out of town, leaving the rest of the Patriots to continue with the battle. The Patriots’ unit was loaded with pork and they were hurling it all over the crowd. It wouldn’t be long until they had that situation under control. They could already hear the screams for Allah to save them as raw pork splattered onto their turbans and dripped into their faces. As Swampfox turned around to look behind him, he saw one terrified Muslim trying to get a pig's hoof out of his turban.

Snooper and Swampfox galloped their way down to Tennessee where they were to deliver the Turban. Along the way, they had to make a stop at one of our reserve food storage places on the Indiana border. Snooper and Swampfox untied Durbin from the horse and set him up against a tree. The only reason they did this was to give the horse a break.

Snooper and Swampfox went into the storage area to pack up some reserves for other Patriot headquarters and get them a nice snack of tomato juice and dried nuts. They pondered giving Durbin a snack but thought about his glazed eyes as he had killed that woman. Nah! No food for that murderer. Besides Dick Durbin was among the list of senators who sent a joint letter to Robert Iger, CEO of ABC's parent, The Walt Disney Co., to express concern over "The Path to 9/11” and that the broadcast be cancelled. Durbin had conspired with the other socialists to keep the truth from the American people.

As they were taking a break, eating their snack, they heard a noise about the building. They motioned to each other, one to go out the back while the other left out of a side door. They saw a figure racing towards the woods. They caught him, and knocked him to the ground. It was Chuck Hagel. Swampfox strong armed him and held him, trying to figure out what they would do with two prisoners now and one horse. Hagel begged them to take him back to Tennessee and let him stand trial. He would prove he was only acting in the interest of his country when he made those statements about losing the Iraq war. Snooper sneered and told Hagel that the socialists were running out of lawyers to defend them. It would seem these lawyers keep getting killed afterwards. Swampfox asked Hagel if he would recite the Pledge of Allegiance before they considered taking him back. Hagel just stared blankly at him. At that moment, Snooper slit his throat.

Afterwards, when Snooper and Swampfox had loaded up, they locked up the storage unit and hiked back to the place they had left their horses and Durbin. But, Durbin was gone. Snooper knew Durbin couldn’t go far, not tied and gagged. Swampfox thought they had better search for the slippery eel. Then they spotted what looked like drag marks.

Along about now darkness had fallen and there was no moon. The drag marks ended in a thick wooded area. They decided to wait until morning to find him. As they were laying their weary heads down, they heard an eerie sound and several cracks as if someone was breaking tree branches. As they listened intently, they heard nothing further, except for low growling sounds. They looked at one another, shrugged and quickly went to sleep.

In the morning, Swampfox and Snooper started searching the area immediately. Snooper and Swampfox found Turban Durbin, but it wasn’t a pretty sight. The coyotes were still lying next to his body, blood still dripping from their mouths. One coyote still was gnawing on a leg bone, while the kits in the pack were licking what appeared to be a set of ribs. The other coyotes, satiated, were lazily dozing. As they were leaving the woods, Snooper stumbled over something lying in the weeds. Durbin’s head, with his eyes popped, his mouth still gagged, was lying in a honeysuckle patch and his turban was hopelessly tangled within the vines.

Swampfox and Snooper figured it was for the best. At least this mercy killing would spare the horse from having to carry a heavy load of manure all the way back to Tennessee.

April 25, 2009

Forward

Today we received the following report from BrianR on the operation involving the details of the demise of Johnny Sutton. It is another extremely sensitive document which I am including in my diary for future posterity.

AFTER-ACTION REPORT

To: HQ, Patriot CENTCOM

Commanding Officer, Special Operations Group (SOG), Command and Control West (C&C West)

Info: CENTCOM G-2

From: BrianR
Commanding Officer
Det A-302, CENTCOM/SOG, C&C West

Date(s) of Action: 12 APR 2009 – 13 APR 2009
Location of Action: La Union, El Paso/Las Cruces Sector
Team members: BrianR (CO), Pasadena Phil (PasPhil), VaPatriot (VaPat), Liberty, Jevica
Enemy casualties: Johnny Sutton, Jesus Alveda, Jorge Castaneda, 6 UNK

Descriptive report:

Det A-302 (Unit), while on scheduled Long Range Recon Patrol (LRRP) duty in Taos Sector, FLASH orders were received to change mission objective to interdict and neutralize Johnny Sutton.

G-2 reports indicated Sutton was in transit from the Carter trial locale to the Mexico/Texas/New Mexico border area where he would engage in coordinating drug trafficking operations with Columbian cartel personnel, as well as facilitating border raid ops carried out by Mexican Irregulars.

We infiltrated to a position on Hill 147 overlooking the motel by 1330, for initial observation and confirmed by direct sighting Sutton’s presence. I deployed PasPhil to an overlook of the southern side of the motel, VaPat to the north, Liberty to the west, and maintained the east myself. Jevica was designated as comms runner, as I wanted to maintain radio silence.

By 1730, we had determined that Sutton’s force consisted of himself and two personal bodyguards, and observed behavior of the bodyguards indicated low level of familiarization with military discipline and tactical considerations. They deployed no perimeter, and their alertness level was obviously very low. They would have probably even lit up cigarettes, if the Socialists hadn’t banned them.

At approximately 1930 two cars pulled into the motel, and six men emerged. I identified Jorge Castaneda, the Colombian drug lord, and Jesus Alveda, District Commandante of the Mexican Irregulars, accompanied by four bodyguards. Castaneda and Alveda were greeted by Sutton and ushered into his two-room suite. The four new bodyguards did deploy a close perimeter, and we noted their positions.

I determined immediate action was in order, and gave the order to execute the plan. Using his MkIII crossbow, PasPhil silently eliminated the Castaneda guard on the southern reach of the motel as VaPat did the same to the one on the north, and Jev the one to the southeast. A bolt through the brainpan is a very effective and silent means of termination.

Meantime, on the west, Liberty had very effectively used concealment techniques to crawl to within a yard of the last Castaneda bodyguard, and used his K-Bar knife to virtually decapitate the guard. That left two of the Sutton guards.

Armed with my Ruger Mk2 .22 equipped with the Mk11 sound suppressor I developed, I neatly placed a round into the brain through the eye of each of the two Sutton bodyguards. They were actually looking down the barrel when I pulled the trigger, though they couldn’t see me because of the stalking techniques I utilized.

The team having taken up positions covering the front door, I advanced to the door, knocked, and was asked what I wanted. I spoke loudly through the door that I had an important message for Senor Alveda. My considered opinion was that this tactic would work as Alveda and Castaneda would assume that their no-longer-living bodyguards would have screened any visitors.

Alveda opened the door and stepped out, and I immediately placed the barrel of my Ruger right between his eyes. Grabbing his shirt collar, I pulled him to the side of the door and asked him if either of the other two were armed. He carefully nodded his head, and when I asked who, he said Castaneda was. Checking Alveda, I relieved him of his Browning Hi-Power, and whispered to him to call Castaneda out. When he did, Castaneda asked what Alveda wanted. On my whispered instructions, he called out, “There are girls out here to see you!” I could hear Sutton grumbling something, but I also heard someone moving to the door.

When Castaneda appeared in the door, I repeated the capture exercise, and relieved him of a very nice Springfield Armory Black Stainless .45 ACP.

On my nodded signal, Jev and I each placed a .22 slug into an enemy’s brainpan. They fell silently.

That left Sutton.

As a group, we entered the room at approximately 2215. Sutton was hunched over a table studying a map of the region. When he looked up and saw us, his eyes widened into saucers and he blanched, sweat popping out on his forehead. He threw up his hands and started babbling unintelligibly – a huge disappointment coming from a “great” attorney – and at my signal we all fired simultaneously. His head exploded like a ripe melon, thankfully shutting him up for good.

By 2230, we had successfully exfiltrated the AO.

Comments and Observations:

1. The Socialists have not improved their military training to any observable extent. Though the weapons observed on the non-Americans evidenced good maintenance routine, those of the Socialists were in very poor condition, and were not worth confiscating as they were of low initial quality, and lack of maintenance had caused further degradation. Quality issues may have been caused by lack of availability, as reports indicate the majority of weapons in private hands were held by Patriots and sympathizers.

BrianR

CO, Det A-32

CENTCOM/SOG, C&C West

Chapter X

April 22, 2009

The Patriots had been searching for some time now for a notorious traitor of this country, none other than a past president, Jimmy Carter. GunnyG had been in hot pursuit of the failed president from day one. It seems that Carter was responsible for not paying the
troops while GunnyG was in the military. Don’t ever take a man’s pay away from him.

Thanks to one of the last bills the socialists passed, the peanut growers were given tax payer money to store these goobers. Not surprising then that Jimmy was hiding in a peanut storage facility because there were so many of them. It took a long time to search through all those peanut storage facilities. Indeed, lots of them were empty as there was no use for so many peanut facilities. But, as always, fearless and determined, GunnyG, DavidMac, xpressit, shades, and Willi Beax searched until they got him.

To hear the reports by the Patriots it was quite a sight when they found Jimmy. He had himself buried beneath a pile of these legumes. When he was forced out of his peanut pile, they were everywhere, in his ears, nose, stuck to his lips and eyelids, just to name a few places.

Everyone cheered at the bagging of the biggest goober in the country. Jimmy was transported from Georgia to Tennessee to face the high court. Johnny Sutton, the infamous attorney who made his name by prosecuting border patrol agents, defended Carter. Sutton declared that he would be glad to defend Carter as persecuting border agents had become a thing of the past and he was now unemployed. Actually, the rumor was that Sutton was running drugs with a Colombian drug smuggling cartel at the time on the Texas border. He could have been in trouble with Tancredo’s group if caught. Like I said, it was all rumors, of course.

The high Court questioned Carter as to his whereabouts on the day the dirty nukes hit America. He took the 5^th amendment. Carter was asked about his defense of the Palestinians. He took the 5^th. He was questioned about his anti-Semitism. He took the 5^th He was questioned about the high rate of inflation, mortgage rates, high unemployment, and gas lines during his administration. He took the 5^th on all questions.

Johnny Sutton argued that Jimmy Carter had been President for 4 years, that he had served his country well and it was unthinkable that a former President would be charged with treason.

He asserted that Carter had won the 2002 Nobel Peace prize, albeit for a phony accomplishment, but still, didn’t that count for something? Sutton claimed he had shown outstanding commitment to human rights, and had served as an observer at countless elections all over the world. He had worked hard on many fronts to fight tropical diseases and to bring about growth and progress in developing countries.

The Supremes heard the Prosecution argument that Carter had caused untold and unknown (to this day) pain to the American people with his disastrous economic policies.
What growth and development had he brought to America during his administration, as he allegedly did for foreign countries?

He had been negligent in his duties to get released 66 hostages taken in Iran in 1979. Due to Carter’s inept and feckless handling of the hostage situation, these hostages spent 444 days in Iran.

The Prosecution avowed that Carter had caused Iran to become a terrorist state by which the entire world was now held hostage. He was guilty for bringing about the return of Ayatollah Khomeini, who had been exiled in France. He was never billed for the downed helicopter he sent into Iran in his attempt to get the hostages back. He was never held accountable for inflicting that egomaniac, Ted Koppel, onto the American people through his show America Held Hostage which predicated the show Night Line. How about Carter’s guilt for all the nightmares of that lunatic Koppel in their sleep, Day 211, Day 333, Day 389?

And no, the Nobel Peace prize given to this individual did not count in the Patriots eyes. It had in Socialists views, but they are not in power anymore where whimsy replaced fact. Sure, Carter was busy running off all over the world meddling into every other country’s business, but as for America, Carter had spent his later years bad mouthing his own country.

Johnny Sutton pled that Carter could not have known any better. His experience as a peanut farmer didn’t give him any idea on how to manage a country, much less foreign affairs.

Sutton argued that Jimmy’s peanut growing abilities could not be used in determining what to do with a hostage situation. After all, who ever took peanuts hostage? Where was an example for how Jimmy should have managed the situation?

Sutton also contended that Jimmy had done much for the wool industry since Americans were forced to turn down their heat and wear sweaters during Carter’s administration.

The Court found Jimmy Carter guilty of treason and sentenced him to life imprisonment in the IIS. We hear he has deteriorated due to the isolation he suffers at the facility and repeatedly shrieks about a killer rabbit coming after him.

After the trial, Johnny Sutton, like Ramsey Clark, was shot and killed by snipers.

…..to be continued….

Chapter IX

April 15, 2009

More news about the Mexican-American War. President Felipe Calderon requested a summit meeting with General Tom Tancredo to discuss negotiations for surrender. Seeing that the Mexicans were losing badly, and the Patriots were holding the Mexicans at the borders, Tancredo granted the request.

They met in El Paso. Calderon wanted Tancredo to give up Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and southern California. For this generous offer, he stated that he would order the Mexican forces to stand down.

Tancredo told Calderon to go to hell. He said that he didn’t care how many Mexicans they would need to kill because we were not going to stop fighting until we have defeated every last one of them. Calderon asked Tancredo if daily deliveries of hot tacos to the troops would make a difference. Tancredo kicked Calderon in the butt and sent him back over the border.

Meanwhile, back in Vermont the citizens were still rounding up the child molesters and tying them to crosses. On the wanted list was a particularly heinous molester, who had raped and killed several children, but due to an activist judge, he was released back into the public. This judge felt that the man had a bad childhood and all he needed was a little love and that the man was capable of rehabilitation.

If it weren’t for John Walsh, Howard Dean would still be hanging from that cross today.

It seems that Dean’s picture so resembled the likeness of this heinous criminal, the citizenry made a mistake. But, not before they had stoned every inch of Dean’s entire body. Dean was taken down from the cross, but the Patriots had to escort him to the IIS (Institute for Insane Socialists). It seems all Dean can do now is gurgle words that no one can quite make out. But, reports tell us it has something to do with refubigans. Dean is a vegetable now but mistakes like these are bound to happen in this chaos driven society.

Within the walls of the IIS, many previous prominent anti-American or anti-war protesters have been sent to serve their time performing all the duties required to take care of the victims of happenstance such as Dean. Cindy Sheehan cares lovingly for many of the wards. She was incarcerated at IIS several months ago having been caught on the border working as a gun runner for Chavez. When she was first caught and imprisoned at IIS, she squawked all day, but even the imprisoned socialist doctors could not bare to hear her so they performed a lobotomy on her and she is quite docile. 

Meanwhile, some prominent socialists were spied going through Illinois to the Indiana border, not a place for any socialists trying to escape the Patriots. But, these socialists were always coming after our food supplies. Harry Reid was digging up our food when he was caught. He claimed he was doing it for the benefit of all and that he planned to sell the food on the black market and make a profit. His tongue was cut out and he was thrown to the dogs.

Obama’s carnival has grown over the last week. Charlie Rangel, Al Sharpton, Jessie Jackson, Terry McAuliffe, and James Carville have all joined his group. Reports tell us that Al Sharpton said he was not going to let that Obama Negro scoop up any profits to be made from this disaster all by himself. If entertainment is what people wanted, he’d give it to them.

McAuliffe became the shill, drawing more people in from all over the countryside to see Obama and his wife’s acts. Al Sharpton told jokes about the good old times when he ran for president and Jesse Jackson became a sort of bouncer/lookout man to catch anyone who looked like they would be good for a shakedown.

James Carville was put behind a makeshift door with a cloth opening where people could pay a penny to view the egg-head shaped, pointy-eared freak by pulling aside the cloth.

Charlie Rangel’s role was that of the donkey. It was just a simple old game of pin the tail on the donkey. In one corner of a wooded area, Rangel would stand up against a tree, face towards the tree. Players of the game were blindfolded, twirled around and had to find Rangel and pin the tail on this donkey.

One night, after Charlie had stood up against that tree for hours, he suddenly collapsed. Jackson and Sharpton ran over to him believing he most likely had become overheated. But, he had been shot through the head.

The people who witnessed these events at Obama’s carnival said that Jesse Jackson gave an eloquent speech for his fallen buddy, Charlie Rangel, may he rest in peace. And the audience spontaneously erupted into song, singing an old folk tune called, “Shoot that Turkey Buzzard”.

……to be continued…..

Chapter VIII

June 9, 2009

Forward

Today we received the following report written by our notorious expert sniper GunnyG on the details regarding the capture and demise of Ramsey Clark. It is not often we get access to such classified material so read away and enjoy the Big Gunny’s report. We are extremely thankful to GunnyG  for this  information which gives us vital statistics on socialist movements and stealthy tactics used in this war against  the Last Patriots Standing Organization.

AFTER ACTION REPORT dtd 01 Jun 09
Sub: The Ramsey Clark Affair
Location: Grid Coordinates 0211/02131101
Team: Recon Team Bravo
Members: Gunny G, Sgt T, Mac, The Walker, Spanish Joe.
Situation:

On or about 30 May 2009, at approximately 0445L, Rover One was on recon in grid coordinates 0211, using map reference Easy, when a possible target of opportunity was spotted by Spanish Joe. Our mission orders from District Chief Mr. Z were to laager on or near the high ground around grid coord 0211 above the 300 meter line, and report on socialist enemy activity and only to engage the enemy in self-defense.

It was suspected that this target of opportunity was Ramsey Clark but a confirmed ID had to be obtained before justice was served. It was decided by the team chief, Gunny G that once the suspect was almost out of sight that we would break laager and trail him. The risk was high since we risked being ambushed by socialist forces known to be in the area but the team was in on this 100%. Honors must be given to The Walker, since she was the one most adamant that he must not be allowed to live, if indeed, it was Ramsey Clark. His treachery to the USA and its citizens demanded justice.

At 0523L, laager was broken, the site sterilized, and Mac was on point, as we trailed the suspect, about 700 yards ahead, who left a clear trail for us to follow.

At 0656L, a small cabin located at grid coordinates 02131101, map reference Whiskey, was spotted. The team faded into the woods and took up spotter positions. It was evident that there were others in resident and our pulses quickened thinking that we had located a hitherto unknown socialist hideout. It became clear that this was a command post since it had a security element and a personal security detachment located there.

Mac and Sgt T moved in closer to observe and came back approximately one hour later to state that there were was a Personal Security Detachment (PSD), that it WAS noted scumbag Ramsey Clark, and that four Socialist troops were manning two Soviet RPD machineguns. Mac further reported that the Socialists expected none other than Martin Sheen, the acting Socialist Area Commander, to visit Ramsey Clark, possibly to pass on orders or to collect taxes that socialist vermin had extorted from residents on the frontier. Obviously, the Socialists had never heard of OPSEC but their cross talking made our jobs easier. I decided to act and eliminate them while I had the chance. It was worth all of our lives to take this nest of corrupt vermin out.

Plan of Attack:

I split the team into three groups. Group one consisted of me and Sgt T. Group two consisted of Mac and Spanish Joe. The Walker remained in the observation spot to give us the abort code should the situation turn unfavorable. Group one was to hit the house, eliminate the PSD, Ramsey Clark, and set up an ambush for Sheen. Group two would eliminate the outer security element, destroy the weapons, booby-trap anything of value, and be our close-in security element. After the ambush, we’d meet and move back to the laager in order to report in.

Result:

The Socialist level of training is sub par since we were able to penetrate within 50 yards of the structure and get in position for the attack. Mac and Spanish Joe low crawled to the first gun pit and eliminated the gun team without a problem. It should be noted that Spanish Joe is quite possibly the best knife man I’ve ever seen. His expertise might be better utilized in a training depot. The second gun pit similarly fell to them with nothing more heard but a gurgle. They set the corpses up to look as if on watch and searched the arms shed. (See list Appendix A). They booby trapped it and moved into the tree line.

Group one moved to the rear of the house, deep in the shade of the woods and I tried the doorknob. UNLOCKED! Note: Recon teams need lock picking training and tools. This could have been a show-stopper. I entered with my MP5A3 ready to roll and as I passed through the kitchen into the living room, one bodyguard turned into the hall and I triggered two shots, hardly louder than a cough (kudos to Brian for developing the MK11 sound suppressor) that blew the top of his head off. His counterpart heard the thud of the body and must have recognized it for what it was and fired, hitting me in the back with a ricochet. Sgt T cored his brain-housing group with his .45 and we heard the scream from the back bedroom. Sgt T busted down the door and we confronted the scumbag. I slapped him across the face and bound him to a chair while Sgt T dressed my flesh wound.

Clark refused to answer any questions and we knew that time was running out. I took it upon myself to wrap him in time fuse, starting at his right foot and ending with a blasting cap taped to his forehead. After ignition, he started talking before the fuse burned up mid-thigh and I cut it free of him. His stated two items of interest:

1. Sheen arrives at 1500L approximate.

2. Socialist efforts in our area were expanding due to our recent efforts that were having an effect on them.

Clark was gagged as time on deck was 1445L and we had to take up position. Sgt T stoked the fireplace while I liaisoned with Mac, Spanish Joe, and The Walker. By 1456L we were set and in place. I was in the prone position ready with a Grizzly BMG .50 that the Socialists had no doubt seized from a patriot under the Feinstein Act of 1998 when the Socialists rode up.

ACTION:

My first bullet hit the rider above the rim of his glasses at about 200 meters out. Nothing left above the collar. Note: HQ must attempt to acquire more of these. The horses came to a halt and the bodyguards jumped off but came under a withering fire from the RPD’s, and eliminated. Sheen tried to jump into the ditch and take cover but my next bullet caught him in the small of his back and propelled him about 20 feet into a huge ant pile. His screams were loud and strident when we heard one loud gunshot and then complete silence. Upon coming around the structure on the double, The Walker was pumping another round into the head of Clark. He has slipped his bonds and tried to escape. Note: Tie ties for hand restraints are a must for all teams. We left him where he laid, justice served, and we hoped that the screaming of Sheen, now at a fever pitch, would draw the scavengers to him. He has a lot of crimes to pay for. We were out of the area by 1522L.

LESSON(s) LEARNED:

1. Socialist small arms are getting better. (RPD’s)

2. Socialist supplies are getting better. (Ammo, Chow)

3. Socialist training methods are improving (PSD’s, etc)

4. Ensure that we reiterate the importance of OPSEC to all hands.

5. Team leaders should have something to knock out “special” prisoners. (Clark, his leg burned from the time fuse, was able to somewhat run.)

Chapter VII

April 6, 2009

Deer hunting in Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Indiana has been good. Besides the deer meat, we still have tons of tomato juice, thanks to Thereeeza. I’m sure she never imagined she would be saving us from scurvy.

Chuck Hagel became the victim of a horrible accident. The patriots, while hunting for deer in Indiana, shot an arrow into the back of Hagel. Some of the men tried to pull the arrow out of his back, but twisted it and tore him up worse. Before Hagel took his last breath, he confessed to a priest that he had twisted the knife into the backs of his fellow conservatives. The men, who had inadvertently done the arrow twisting, felt great relief that if Hagel had the chance he would have done the same for them. The priest blessed the men and forgave them of any possible wrong doing. He blessed the dying Hagel calling him Judas as he went to his Maker.

Regarding the Northeast part of the country we have this report about Vermont. Since the judges in Vermont prior to the fall of our country, were so lax on child molesters, they have all migrated into that state. Not even socialists will go in there as of now. John Walsh, with plenty of Patriots, went into the area. Once there, most of the citizens joined up with him being so irate that the politicians never listened to their pleas for sanity. The molesters who have been caught are hung on makeshift crosses and stoned to death by the citizens. The activist judges’ demise is actually too brutal for me to report in my diary. I leave that to your imagination.

In the southwest, where the Mexican-American War rages, Tom Tancredo is leading forces against the illegals. The Mexicans have been replenished by Chavez in South America. But the Patriots have plenty of weapons since we raided all the abandoned military bases after the fall.

Disease is running rampant, mainly in the Mexican forces. Typhus and cholera are killing off a lot of them. This is a savings for us on our ammunition supplies. Some of our Patriots are down with disease, but most are holding their own. We have plenty of medicines having also raided the pharmaceutical companies shortly after the fall.

Meanwhile in North Carolina Pappy Michael is standing ground and reports are that some ships are being sited off the coast. From what information can be gathered it looks like they are Australian. The Patriots are anxiously waiting for these ships to come to harbor. We hope to hear news of what is going on in the rest of the world if indeed it is still standing.

By now, we are guessing that all the politicians in the White House bunker are dead. They can’t come out. The area is completely contaminated. So, Hillary and her cohorts no doubt died slow and brutal deaths.

We always try to look at the silver lining when disaster comes. And, with the dirty bomb exploding in New York, one pesky little problem was eliminated, the UN. Along with the entire building and its’ contents was Bill Clinton, who was the US Ambassador at the time. We heard there were shouts of joy from many sexual harassment victims all over the country as news of his death spread.

Obama, the Vice President, was in a different location when the dirty bombs hit. As Hillary’s Vice President, he never did anything since this is what she wanted and he remained the empty chambered brain for which she bargained.

After the dirty bombs, Obama donned the outfit of a preacher and roamed about the countryside preaching hope. Mostly he got jerked off his soapbox and tossed to the ground by irate citizens.

Most people had already burned his book “Audacity of Hope, Thoughts On Reclaiming the American Dream”. Patriots could never understand the title considering he was an activist for partial birth abortion. We all wondered at the conundrum of “hope” and the “American dream” for those poor babies who never got a chance.

But, since Obama is a small fish in a sea of socialists most Patriots have given him a pass. He mainly just talks. Too bad he is not the fighter his wife is.

She packs a wallop and we heard they teamed up to form a mini carnival of sorts. With Obama on his soapbox preaching, while Mrs.O wrestles black bears, they have actually become a favorite act among the folks who are so thirsty for any kind of entertainment.

He and his wife are now writing a new book called, “The Audacity of Nature, Reclaiming
The American Black Bears”. Mrs. O has a special fondness for them keeping several of them as pets since her wrestling act was invented. This new book won’t go over well either with the public since there are many things to be concerned with other than saving bears. It has become apparent that Mr. and Mrs. O are both firing on empty chambers.

We hear Obama is now headed to Louisiana to join Ray Nagel in the Chocolate City. When all hell broke loose with the uprising of the Patriots, Nagel promised his citizens he would get them loaded onto buses and transport them to safety. This time the citizens knew Nagel was lying to them. Riots broke out immediately and New Orleans melted down faster than a chocolate Easter bunny on a hot day. While Nagel hid in safety, he sent word he needed Obama to preach his message of hope to his citizens, but most of them were already dead.

As to be expected, Ray Nagel was a day late and several brain cells too short.

….to be continued….

Chapter VI

May 30, 2009

Fighting on the West coast had been fierce. BrianR rode in to tell us that Ollie North was commanding a unit of ex Marines and had cleaned up what was left of the socialists in the area.

From what we are hearing, the western mountain states are relatively quiet. It seems the socialists have taken to ground, hiding in the mountains. They won’t last long there.

They have no survival skills. Their only weapons in the past were sharp, nasty tongues, the ability to filibuster, and activist judges. Those talents won’t do them any good against the bears, coyotes and mountain lions in the regions. Apparently, socialists are not that tasty since so much of their half eaten bodies are littered on the hiking trails.

That brings me to the story about the members of the ACLU. This group gathered together as they saw the Last Patriots banding together. The members knew the Patriots would never allow them to come before the courts again to defend plotting Imams, atheists, abortionists, and other non-Constitutional groups.

Celtic Lass, one of the greatest spies we’ve had since Mata Hari received information about the location of the ACLU. As every Patriot knows this group has operated in the States for a long time with a communist/socialist take over in mind long before Pelosi and Reid had a thought in their heads. Although no one can be sure of that,…that they ever had a thought in their heads.

Armed with this information Ollie North and his band of brothers took off to Colorado where the ACLU was hiding in an old abandoned mine in Colorado. The Marines blew up the mine. None of the ACLU members even tried to fight back once they realized they were surrounded. We are told Ruth Bader Ginsberg was among the group as they met their demise. Needless to say they are all dust and ashes and reports tell us there was a huge stink in the air for days.

Meanwhile, Fred Thompson, who is the acting President right now, issued a statement that he wants socialists arrested and tried for treason. He has appointed a Supreme Court which will hear the cases. Among Thompson’s new Supreme Court members are Scalia, Thomas, Roberts, Santorum, Levin, Sekulow, Bork, Alito, and Ann Coulter.

We are certain the traitors will get a fair hearing from this stellar group.

However, not all socialists can be arrested, gathered, and brought before this court system. The logistics are just too difficult at this present time. We have to deal with some of them as the opportunity arises.

Ted Kennedy was caught riding through the Ohio valley, along the river roads. The story goes that Barbara Boxer was holding onto Teddy behind the saddle. But, at some point, as the horse had to leap over some fallen trees, Boxer flew off the horse and landed in a field where some pitchforks had been left. She was instantly killed as her body was pierced on the sharp forks of one such pitchfork.  An old folk tale about leaving pitchforks upside down in the ground to ward off evil spirits had come to fruition.

When the Last Patriots militia spotted Teddy Kennedy they seized him, his pouch of alcohol, and transported him into Tennessee where he could be tried for treason before the newly appointed Supremes. Fred Thompson was particularly interested in putting him before the Supreme Court on the advice of acting Chief Justice, Ann Coulter.

He received a speedy trial, where it was difficult to keep him seated as he kept hicupping and falling off his chair. His defense lawyer, Ramsey Clark filed a motion to have the trial delayed due to his client’s state of intoxication. The motion was denied. The Justices found him guilty of treason. After much consultation among the Judges, Ann Coulter proclaimed that Teddy would be sentenced to death by car drowning. He was placed into an abandoned car and pushed into the nearby river never to be seen again. All present for the public drowning, tipped their hats and stated, “Thank God, Mary Jo can rest in peace now that justice has finally been met”.

Ramsey Clark, while traveling back to his hideout, was shot by an unknown attacker and left to the dogs who refused to eat him. Therefore he was just left to rot. The vultures would soon descend upon the odious waste.

……to be continued….

Chapter V

May 20, 2009

Some of the Last Patriots group in Virginia rode in last night to tell us of fighting that is going on in that state. Pappy Michael, a staunch red blood is holding the fort with many other freedom fighters. Many of the DC beltway socialists who escaped the dirty bomb fled into the interior and southern parts of Virginia.

More reinforcements from Pennsylvania led by Fletch and other nearby states are coming to aid the situation. So far we are told the freedom fighters are winning. First the socialists/liberals have very few guns. They lack food, water, and other necessities. Many told the freedom fighters that they never thought things would come to this horror, and they wanted to join forces with the freedom fighters. But, this was not allowed until they passed a test of sorts.

PappyMichael, the leader of the patriot group in Virginia devised a series of tests that the liberals had to go through before they could join the freedom fighters:

l. The socialist had to recite the pledge of allegiance to the flag.

2. The socialist had to say the Lord’s Prayer. If they didn’t know that one, they could choose one and say it.

3. The socialist had to swear that they would abide by God, the Constitution (as it was originally written), and apple pie.

4. The socialist would have to spend some time doing work that was necessary in the freedom fighters camps and would be rewarded on the amount of work they did.

5. The socialist had to practice target shooting with a gun to become proficient at killing other socialists who would not abide by the first 3 requirements.

I suppose it is not surprising that most of the socialists failed the first three requirements immediately. Those that did get past the first three refused to do any work.

And, those that did agree to finally do some work, balked at the fifth requirement stating that they believed that using a gun would certainly lead to a rise in crime.

It became obvious that for most of the socialists, they still could not learn. Therefore, most of them were blindfolded and shot. The dogs ate well.

Meanwhile, Fred Thompson, in Tennessee, is trying to form a new government and is holding conferences. So, we have a makeshift government underway. Thompson is in the process of recruiting loyal patriots into a makeshift cabinet. We were happy to hear of such good news.

Other news that brought joy to our ears was that Chuck Schumer was caught. He made his way from Kansas into the southeastern part of Indiana where many of us Last Patriots have hoarded and buried food, as we have done all over Indiana, Ohio, and Kentucky, to name a few of the freedom fighters’ strongholds. As the story goes, Schumer was so hungry he was found digging up catsup bottles and drinking them. The many dogs we have stationed in the areas of our buried supplies alerted our men to this invasion of our goods. As the gunners approached Schumer, he had catsup dripping down his quivering chin.

We were told, that on his knees, Schumer begged for his life saying that he had been only a tool used by Webb. Schumer said that back in his Senate days, Webb had kept a gun on him many times to vote for certain bills. The men told him to say his last prayer before dying. Schumer wanted to know if they realized there was a separation of church and state. Schumer persisted saying that if the men were going to perform a function of the state, no prayers should be allowed and before killing him, he wanted it brought before the Supreme Court. Everyone laughed like hell and shot him.

One of the men in the group had been a prisoner who Schumer had held hostage with a gun so he put him in the wood chipper. The men agreed and felt shredding Schumer was an appropriate punishment for his offenses against his shredding of the Constitution. The Schumer chips were thrown into the Ohio River.

Jane Fonda’s demise was a shocking tale also. She was hiding out in Michigan wearing a burka working among the radical Muslims. She had told the radicals she would do anything to help them defeat the great Satan as she had done for North Vietnam.

A great battle in Dearborn raged for days. Most of the Muslims in the community were killed during the battle. This included women and children since the Muslims put them in front of their homes while the men hid inside shooting it out with the freedom fighters.

The freedom fighters cannot worry themselves about collateral damage. This is just one small battle in the war for our survival.

Fonda was tied to the front door of a mosque where the last remaining Islamics were holed up. Her screams could be heard all over Dearborn as the patriots fought their way to the area. The freedom fighters told us that her screams were annoying the other Muslims and it interfered with their calls to prayer. So they finally decided she didn’t make a good human shield. The radicals untied her from the door, took her into the mosque, tortured her for days, and then beheaded her. They threw her body out of the mosque after they were finished with her, labeling her as the Great American Satan Witch.

The way this battle ended was the freedom fighters and the Islamists in the mosque decided they had reached a unified, desired achievement, that of killing Jane Fonda.

After negotiations as to who could have the body, the Islamists laid down their guns and joined forces with the freedom fighters stating that they now know what America was up against and their greatest sympathy was with us.

Fonda’s body was brought back to southwestern Ohio and laid to rest next to her great traitor friend, Jon F’n Kerry. No one bothered with an epitaph or a headstone.

…..to be continued

Chapter IV

May 17, 2009

Last night two members of Last Patriots Standing, Goshawk and expressit, rode in from Kansas. They brought news of Joe. He’s still alive and my heart was gladdened. They brought with them one of the great freedom writers of our time, Sheila. She is joining our group and will be of great comfort to all of us with her capacity for optimism.

Our compatriots, Goshawk and expressit, joined up with other conservatives. They rode into Kansas to break our men out of this prison. Along the way they were joined by many true and loyal Americans, such as Buck, DavidMac, Fletch, Willi Beax, Dash, Primus, Magnificus, Dude, Scottie, pineknot, Cynewulf, DD, MyOpine and many others.

As the story goes one of the socialists, Jim Webb, was the commandant of this prison and his malice had unleashed itself on so many of the prisoners. Resentment and rage quickened among the men and they were waiting, plotting the day they could overtake the burly, loud mouth curmudgeon.

At night, before this draconian Webb took leave for home, and with the help of Chuck Schumer, he tortured the prisoners. Chuck Schumer would hold a gun on the prisoner while Webb had his way with the man. He would take a prisoner out of his cell and beat him mercilessly. With each fist fall onto the man’s face, he would state, “take that you Bushite”. Afterwards, when the men were lying depleted on the cold concrete floors of the prison, Webb would prance around with women’s underwear on his head, believing he was torturing them. If he had only known that the true torture would have been him reading chapters from one of his pederast books.

It seemed it was never enough that the socialists had killed Bush in that air tragedy. Webb’s fury could not be quelled. Yes, even though Jim Webb’s son was removed from Iraq, Webb could not contain his fury. You see, after the troops were shipped to Okinawa, China mistook that as a threat, bombed Tokyo, and attacked Taiwan, just to show the Great Imperialists who was boss. Webb blamed this on Bush, stating that if Bush had not started the Iraq war, his son wouldn’t now be fighting the Chinese.

Hillary Clinton and Jack Murtha argued for days about whether to fight the Chinese, but it didn’t matter. The troops took it upon themselves to fight alongside the Japanese troops. President Hillary was relieved the troops decided on their own to fight. That way she could not be blamed for another war and the anti-war movement would be mollified for many years, so she thought.

President Hillary did proclaim that the soldiers who were fighting would receive dishonorable discharges for defaming our country if they ever got back to the States. Jack Murtha stated that the soldiers were murderers and no troops under him would ever attack an enemy. He was completely appalled by their actions and told the Chinese government to just shoot our soldiers on sight. He said there were no rules of engagement by which the Chinese would be held. He also told the Chinese to throw any POWs into cells and starve them to death. Murtha stated that no fighting solder deserved a square meal in his opinion.

Anyway, getting back to the breakout, with the help of the Patriots group, Joe and other prisoners stormed the commandant’s quarters and beat Webb to death. His bludgeoned body was catapulted over the prison fence and stray dogs tore it from limb to limb and ate it. The savaging of his body was only after it had cooled down. You see, part of his body hit the electrical fence and he was electrocuted. His body writhed and jumped at each shock. Goshawk and Buck said the screams were music to their ears, piercing the night like the sounds of sirens at 3am.

Unfortunately, Chuck Schumer escaped, but he will be hunted down and justice will prevail at a later date.

This is the way things are right now. There is no rule of the land, no law. Complete anarchy reigns. Besides, the dogs need to eat. We can’t waste good beef on the dogs in times like these. We have found that instead of burying the traitors of our country, feeding them to the dogs is by far more economical, saving us the need to gather more food for the dogs.

Goshawk and expressit told us that Joe and the other prisoners were joining up with GunnyG and other vets who were searching all across the country to a call to arms. These good men hoped to some day get our government back to what the Founding Fathers meant for us. I was proud that Joe would fight with these men.

Oh, yes, lest I forget, John F. Kerry lies in an unmarked grave. Thereeeeeza never showed up for the funeral. In her gratitude to the townspeople for burying him, she did send hundreds of cartons of ketchup, tomato juice, and tomato soup. These were hoarded and buried for future use.

First the townspeople put a headstone on his grave, but it was impossible to keep people from defacing it. The scrawls were starting to blend together whereupon you could no longer read the original epitaph in the form of a poem written by no other than one of our patriotic citizens,

Here lies Jon F’n Cary,
Never mind unfit for command,
This traitor is unfit to bury,
In this greatest of Lands.

….to be continued