United States Invaded (10 page)

From out of the darkness they hear, “No I can’t imagine the look on his face, however, I bet it’s going to be close to the look on yours when you realize you’re surrounded, and we’re all heavily armed. Please drop any weapons you may have and slowly standup with your hands on your head.” Shadows start appearing from the night’s shadows, some right in front of the protesters.

“Where the hell did you come from?”

“We’ve been watching you since you entered the woods. Did you fools really think you could just walk into our homes, and we wouldn’t know it?

“Do you think this is some kind of Air Force base? We’re the US Marines. What was your target?”

“We’re protesting the US Military owning weapons of mass destruction. We’re going show how easy it was to break into your base. This proves the weapons aren’t safe here. Anyone could have walked in and walked off with them.”

The sergeant breaks out laughing. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen any group so dumb. We don’t have any WMDs here. I can assure you, if you ever figured out where they are stored, you couldn’t get within a mile of them.”

“We know they’re here, they have to be. This is the largest Marine base; they have to be here.”

“Hey Sarge, did we just bust the world’s dumbest terrorists?”

“Corp, looks that way doesn’t it? Who the hell tries attacking a US Marine base unarmed. Crap, I don’t even get to shoot anyone tonight.”

“Sarge, I could always say I saw them try to get away, and then you could shoot for them for trying to escape.”

“Hey, I like that idea. Which one of you idiots would like to try and run? I need the practice; I haven’t shot anyone in a week.”

@@@@@

President Brownstone’s private phone rings, “Hello, Paul is that you?”

“President Brownstone, yes, we would like to review our case plan with you and the cabinet.”

“Paul, Dave, what time would you and your team like to meet?”

“Will you be available in two hours?”

“Yes, we’ll meet you in the Situation Room.”

“Ted, please ask the cabinet and Rash to join us in the Situation Room in two hours, I’d also like to ask the Supreme cou…….”

Before the President can complete his sentence, an explosion rocks the White House.

Secret Service agents jump onto and knock the President to the floor; three of the agents cover the President with their bodies.

Chapter 7

“Harold, do you trust President Puten to pull off additional attacks without doing real damage to the country we’re trying to save? I don’t completely, trust him.”

“Nanny, do we have a choice now? We’re so far down this path that we’re out of options. If we don’t go along with him, he’ll most likely kill us and take over the LSA. We have no military; we have no way to fight him.”

“Don’t you think that I know that? The only troops we have are those who our allies loaned us. They’re loyal to Puten not to us. They’ll follow his orders.”

“Nanny, I know this, I’m trying to figure out how we get out from under his thumb.”

“I warned you not to get into bed with him.”

“Nanny, stop it, you’re the one who suggested we call him. You’re the one who said we should reach out to him. You’re the one who said he’d help us and that he’d make the LSA strong enough to take over all of the Americas. Now we’re nothing but his puppets.”

“Harold, I’m sure we can work something out with him. He’s not like Bush was. He wants what we want.”

“No he doesn’t, he wants to rule the world.”

“Don’t we?”

“Nanny, you know that’s not going to happen.”

“What isn’t going to happen? He or us ruling the world? I think if we play our cards right, we can end up ruling most of the world.”

“How are we going to play our cards right and come out of this with our skins? I’m pretty attached to my skin.”

“Maybe we should arrange for Brownstone to learn a few details about the upcoming attack.”

“To what end?”

“He’ll stop it, or at least slow it down.  He’ll be prepared, which will hurt Puten and still scare America and put us in a good position.”

“Let me think on it for a day, when do Puten’s people arrive?”

“In two days.”

“If Puten ever found out we tipped off Brownstone, we’ll wish for death. I’m not ready to face that. The more I think about it, the more I think we have to let the attack happen. We’re safe here. None of the LSA should be affected. Let them proceed.”

@@@@@

Secret Service agents are wearing black BDUs (battle dress uniforms) and full body armor surround the White House. Four agents rush into the Oval Office. “Mr. President are you OK, can you speak?”

“Yes, if a few of you get off of me, I’ll be much better. What the hell happened?”

“Mortar attack, someone built a homemade mortar, they fired at the White House as they drove up Pennsylvania Avenue. They got off three rounds before we hit their truck with a man-portable anti-tank rocket.”

“Who were they?”

“Sir, we don’t know yet. Looks like a local gang.”

“You’re telling me a gang built a mortar, and did a drive by artillery attack on the White House?”

“Mr. President, I’m afraid, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Was anyone hurt? Any damage to the House? How are you going to stop this from happening again?”

“Sir, the only injury, was one of my agents who caught a piece of shrapnel, he’ll be OK, he’s already at the hospital. There was no damage to the House. We’re working with the DC police to close Pennsylvania Avenue. We’re increasing the number of snipers and spotters on the surrounding building’s roofs. We’ve borrowed four UAVs from the Air Force; we’re keeping at least one over the House all the time. Hopefully, the next time someone tries to attack you, we’ll see them in advance.  We’ve issued a statement to the networks asking them to broadcast a warning that anyone caught trying to attack the House will be met by deadly force.”

@@@@@

“Nanny, have you read the memo from the PR hack we hired?”

“No, is it important? Is there anything unique he’s suggesting?”

“Actually there is. I suggest you review his thoughts, he’s offered a really out of the box idea, one I think we can use to ensure we win our case where it really matters, in the court of public opinion.”

“Since you’ve read it, can you give me a summary?”

“Just read it, he makes a lot of sense; in fact, I’ve asked security to escort him to the Gray House to join us for dinner this evening.”

“Harold, I’m sure I told you I was going home to San Francisco this evening.”

“Leave after dinner, I really think you should meet him.”

“Where did you find him?”

“He reached out to us. He said he could help us make our case. He sent some ideas to the press office. Our press people suggested I had a call with him. I was very impressed, I asked him to put his thoughts into a memo. Press is very impressed with his ideas. A couple are way out of the box, hell, I don’t think this guy has ever had a single idea that’s inside the box. I’m not sure he knows what the box is.”

“OK, I’ll stay to meet with him. I wonder what he’s thought of that we, our press people, all of the agents in Hollywood and Puten’s people might have missed. You really read his memo and was that impressed?”

“Yes. Read it before dinner, which is at 7:00 PM.”

@@@@@

At 7:00 AM three days later, Rash is running down the hall of the White House yelling, “Dan, I need to see the President right now.”

“Rash, he heard you, hell I think Reid heard you, go right in.”

“Mr. President, I need to show you something.”

“Rash, slow down, what’s so urgent?”

“Mr. President have you seen the
New York Slimes
Headline?”

“Rash, you know I don’t read that trash unless you tell me there’s something in the paper I need to see, and then you summarize it for me. What are they saying now?”

“Mr. President, they’re starting a campaign to have President Obsma made a Saint.”

Spitting up his coffee all over the desk, President Brownstone looks up saying, “WHAT did you just say? Something about making him a saint? Was he even a Christian?”

“Mr. President, they’re saying he stopped a second civil war, he saved millions of lives, he performed modern miracles. The paper’s editor and chief wrote ‘…at the very least, he deserves another Nobel Peace Prize.' They're asking the United Nations to set up an international holiday, to celebrate his life and good deeds. An Obsma day to be celebrated around the world for all of the loving and peaceful acts President Obsma performed before he was murdered by the military assassin now sitting in the White House.”

“So now I’m being accused of killing a Saint? When do they get around to calling me the Anti-Christ?”

“I’d guess it won’t be too long before they start calling you that, people will start asking if you have the mark of Satan on you. This is going to get surreal.”

“Where do they get this crap from? Can’t anyone in the LSA realize the man did more damage to the country that all of the other presidents combined? He almost single handily spent the country into bankruptcy; he pushed for a class and race war. Now they say he’s a Saint? Who’s the Anti-Christ here?”

“Sir, no matter how illogical this sounds, you know Reid and Puten are going to pick this up and run with it.”

“So I’m going to have to perform some kind of miracle in order to prove I’m not the Anti-Christ?”

“That would help, can you pull one off?”

“Rash, get out of here, come back with a plan to combat this bat-crap. This is getting crazier than I thought possible. A Saint? Really? I’ve seen everything now. Who thinks this crap up?”

@@@@@

The world’s media picks up on the
New York Slimes
story; it spreads around the world like a brush fire in the drought-stricken Southern California brush. It’s the lead story on every news program. “Obsma for sainthood?”

“Obsma for second Nobel Peace Prize.”

“# Obsma for Sainthood”

“Ron, here is proof the world has gone completely crazy. Sainthood? Really?”

Kathy comes into our family room, sitting next to me, she smiles saying, and can you imagine people having little plastic statues of Obsma on their dashboards? Saint Obsma? People today are so uneducated; they react to sound bites as if it’s the truth.”

“Brad, I saw sign up sheets in the supermarket, they’re asking people to sign up to support him. People were in the parking lot asking everyone to sign a petition to the Pope. I got fifteen tweets today from people I barely know asking me to forward their #Obsma for Sainthood. Whoever thought this up has a complete plan. It’s only making us look much worse. Most of the people pushing this idea have no idea what the repercussions of it are.”

“Honey, they don’t need to know, or understand, they’re just tools someone is using. I’m betting it’s only a day or so before Reid comes out with a statement. He’s politically smart; he’ll wait for the movement to gain speed and its spread around the world, and then he’ll come out to endorse it because the people want it. Yup, we’re screwed. This makes it look like President Brownstone killed a Saint. Even if he could have gotten a fair trial, he won’t now. He’s lost, as a country we’ve lost.”

“Ron, do you think this is going to stir up more issues around town?”

“Brad, for sure, last week we had flag shirt fights, this week, it's going to be Saint shirts. I better check in at the station. See you tomorrow.”

“Hey, old buddy, do you remember us telling you we’re going away for the weekend?”

“Oh yea, Williamsburg, right?”

“Right, we’re leaving early tomorrow and we’ll be back late Sunday.”

“Hope you guys have a great time.”

@@@@@

“Your Holiness, none of us know where the push to appoint President Obsma a Saint came from. It just seemed to blow up out of nowhere. Not a whisper, not a single word, and five hours later it’s the lead story on every news program. Every newspaper, every web site, is pushing for his appointment.”

“Did anyone bother to tell the average reporter, the church doesn’t appoint or make a person a saint. We only recognize them. Only God makes a saint. We, the church only tell their story.”

“Your Holiness, since the process is a long one, might we begin it, if for no other reason than to show we are listening to the common person?”

“Cardinal Tomoko, I will not allow the Holy Church to be used in this child’s game. Obsma was no Saint. He was not holy; he didn’t even believe in God, the Son or the Holy Spirit.”

“Your Holiness, because the f
irst step in the process is an investigation of Obsma’s life, undertaken by an expert, we can select an expert who will take a very long time to do a very complete review. The investigation won’t be completed for many years. We’ll be seen as going along with the wishes of the people while at the same time slowing the process down so that the average person will forget all about it by the time our expert has completed their research.”