It was January but it felt like
spring. The cold air felt fresh and
clean and in my distant memory I could still smell the coal fired furnaces that
filled my home town with sweet smoke of prosperity. I enjoyed remembering even as I sat on the
cold park bench waiting just a little while longer. My home town was once filled with working
people and the land was once full of factories that made furniture for the
homes of America. Those old giant brick
buildings were empty now and the folks were huddled down for the winter and the
whole town was poverty stricken as all the jobs were gone. I was enjoying the light snow cover that
made the town almost look like a Rockwell painting when at last the two tone
ford pickup truck pulled up next to my black Mercedes automobile. The two tone ford pickup truck was being
driven by my cousin and he gave me a quick smile and a wave as he slipped the
clutch and bounced the pickup against the parking curb.
Every month on a Thursday my
cousin George and I would meet before driving up to my Aunt Sally’s house for
our monthly family business gathering.
After my grandfather passed away my father received sole ownership of
Caldwell Sign and Construction Company which was a very well established
enterprise that built those outdoor billboard signs that Lady Bird Johnson
almost put out of business. I can still
hear my grandfather complain about the Johnson administration and his vocal
Lady Bird wife about removing all the outdoor billboards across the
country. President Johnson went away but
Caldwell Sign and Construction Company kept going and growing over all those
years.
After my return from Vietnam and
my graduation from college Dad made me the President of the Caldwell Sign and
Construction Company. My cousin George
was the Vice-President and my father remains the Chairman of the Board at the
lively age of eighty two years old.
Other family members like my cousins Ann and Betty hold down important
management positions and my Aunt Sally is the secretary and treasurer of the
organization.
My cousin George sat down on the
snow covered bench next to me and lit up a cigarette and nudged me with his
shoulder to say hello without saying a word.
He handed me a cigarette and a lighter and I struck the fire and inhaled
deeply. Everybody in North Carolina
smokes so I might be the only man trying to quit the tobacco habit. We sat there on the bench for a couple of
minutes without saying a word simply enjoying the smokes. We both looked right at the same time and
noticed the Sheriffs car up the road coming our way. County Sheriff Bernie Jackson was flashing
his lights to say hello as he pulled up to the other side of my black Mercedes
and jumped out of his squad car.
“You boys old enough to smoke?”
Sheriffs Jacksons way of saying hello.
“Fuck You!” Cousin George’s way
of saying hello right back.
Sheriff Jackson was the county
Sheriff and he was also part of the family and the family business. He provided background checks, too-bit
security and runs errands for $1,000 dollar a week but second cousin Sheriff
Bernie Jackson had been part of my immediate family since we were kids in
middle school years ago. Bernie’s
parents got a divorce and Bernie came to live with me and my family. It’s still hard to believe that the state and
county would give Bernie a gun. What
they didn’t know about Bernie could fill the county library but he’s been
county Sheriff for more than twenty years.
Dad was going to be at Aunt
Sally’s house up the road and the family business meeting would start right
after lunch around noon or so. The
monthly meetings might last three or four hours and after my Dad screamed a
little we would all go home. Aunt Sally
would show us the money and I would show us the way and Dad would smoke and
interrupt mostly. My cousin George and
Bernie would sit back in the corners and mostly likely just eat cake. My other cousins Ann and Betty would throw
their two cents in and then I would open my briefcase that I was carrying in
the trunk of my Mercedes.
The Caldwell Sign and Construction
Company had annual revenues of twenty seven million dollars last year with a
pre-tax profit of eight million dollars.
The outdoor billboard business has had some rough times but we’ve been
in business so long the competitors don’t get within 150 miles from our center
point. The justice department
anti-trust lawyers wouldn’t like how we stayed in business and kept the
competitors away but my grandfather set up the deals over fifty years ago. The other outdoor sign companies stayed away
and we stayed away from them. Every
three months the owners of the other outdoor sign companies would gather at
Hilton Head Island under assumed names and agree what we could or would charge
the advertising customers for the next quarter.
At the last meeting we all agreed to take a 17% price increase on the
customers. We all wanted more money and
more profits and it was a really big deal for Dad at the last meeting. The Caldwell Sign and Construction Company
was about to branch out into other areas and we needed a lot of hard cash. It’s something that we won’t be talking about
at the lunch meeting in a few minutes.
It was Dad’s secret between me and my brother.
My brother doesn’t work directly
for Caldwell Sign and Construction Company but consults with us when we need
his help. Even working as a consultant
my brother Nick took out over $250,000 in fees last year. My brother Nick has his own business because
he really couldn’t get along with Dad well enough to work together so he just
took some cash out and started his own small town cable T.V. Business before the fortune 500 group took
over the entire industry. Nick owns,
believe it or not, Nick at Night Cable T.V. of Hickory Springs Inc. down in
Hickory Springs North Carolina and his system still has about 93,000 monthly
subscribers. As an electronic engineer
this is a perfect vocation for Nick as he’s also the family computer and
networking expert for the family and business.
Aunt Sally’s cake was a little
dry but the coffee was hot so Dad didn’t bitch a lot. The numbers looked good and it will be a good
year. We all said our piece about the
business and we all agreed that the country was going to hell. Dad was a Democrat that hated the Democrats
and the rest of the family were card carrying money giving Republicans. The Democratic Party in the county was strong
but had gotten a lot weaker over the years due to all the factories being
closed. Main Street was empty all week
but saw a bit of business on Saturday.
Most everybody in Hudson North Carolina just drove down to Hickory
Springs and bought their beer and went to the movies.
We all heard the four o’clock
train going past Aunt Sally’s house so we knew we talked too long and ate too
much. I never could figure out why Aunty
Sally’s beautiful home was only fifty yards from the railroad tracks. It was time to open my briefcase and my
father started tapping his spoon on his coffee cup. Dad was about to give the family another
speech.
“When Dad gave me this business
he told me to take care of the family” Dad wasn’t emotional but just a slight
little pause when he spoke. “You know
that this is family money so take your share and keep your mouth shut.” That was the end of Dad’s speech and it was
my turn to hand every member of the family $50,000 in cash money. Every member of the family received $50,000
in cash every month if business was good and at Christmas they got $100,000
cash in non reportable income.
Everybody kissed Dad or shook his
hand and got up and started washing the dishes and cleaning off the dining room
table. My uncle had died years ago so
Dad sat in his chair in the family room closest to the fire in the fireplace
and sipped his coffee. My brother Nick,
Dad and me just sat around a few minutes as other members of the family started
to leave. Everybody knew this was going
to be a private meeting and even my Aunt Sally stayed in the kitchen.
“Boys” My Dad always addressed
his two grown men sons, college educated, cash rich and hard working sons as
“Boys”
“Boys, it’s time that we do
something about God Damned Washington Fucking D.C.!”
Nick looked at me and I smiled
back because we had heard this particular speech for the last three or four
years. Dad didn’t like the current
president and hated the current federal government. He loved America but couldn’t tolerate the
“bull shit” concerning the current Communist Marxist government.
“Dad we understand” I was the
first to speak up. “We’re going to vote
again and this time we’ll make sure we win.”
While Dad soaked up my words Nick handed me a cigarette and a
lighter. Everybody else had left except
Aunt Sally and Cousin Ann who were drying dishes or something across the house
in the kitchen.
“Boys, this God Damned shit is
going to stop!”
“Our family is going to do
something about it and it’s fucking big!”
Dad talked on for about five
minutes and he didn’t want to hear about waiting around for the next voting
season because the elections were rigged and the President was a
son-of-a-white-bitch.
My brother Nick and I agreed that
something should be done and we sat around for another thirty minutes or so and
Dad fell asleep in the cozy leather chair.
Aunt Sally brought us our coats
and kissed me and my brother Nick good-bye as we went outside and started up
our cold cars in the driveway. We were letting the cars warm up as we stood
outside and smoked as our mother was waving at us from the car that just pulled
up on the driveway. Mother would drive
Dad home in Charlotte North Carolina as she never attended the family business
meetings because she and Aunt Betty didn’t agree on some of the known family
events. If mother knew more about her
family she would leave all of us in the snow with a lunch bag. Mother didn’t agree with Dad on most things
but over the years she didn’t argue with him either. Dad would either sleep all the way home or
talk mothers head off, you just never knew which. Mother always took good care
of Dad and gave Aunt Sally a wave and a smile as Dad got into the warm waiting
car. Mother and Aunt Sally have always
pretended to like each other since I was a kid.
It was a friendly family but at times it was a strange family. It was a
truly American family.
I wouldn’t be driving home
tonight I would be staying in town at the Holiday Inn. The county seat of Lenoir North Carolina was
only five miles down the road and it would save me the hour drive home just to
drive back in the morning. The Caldwell
Sign and Construction Company general office was in downtown Lenoir so I stayed
in town a few days a week. Without a
wife and family I could do what I wanted most of the time so my life was truly
my own.
When I approached my Holiday Inn
room door my cousin Ann opened my room door and there she was standing in her
bathrobe with the front open enough to show me her hungry breast nipples. I gave her a big kiss and patted on her ass
as I walked through the door and threw my briefcase on the bed. Ann and I had started having sex together
when she was a senior in high school and when I got back from Vietnam we just
picked up where we left off. Ann was not
only my cousin she was my girl.
“What did your Daddy have to say
John?” Ann took my coat and hung it up in the closet.
“Dad was talking about killing
off the government again.” I was watching her bend over putting my shoes in the
closet. “He’s got a giant government fix
plan and it’s big” “Before he told us
the entire plan he fell asleep in the chair.”
Ann slipped off her robe and asked me if I wanted to join her in the
shower or watch T.V.” I didn’t want to
watch CNN so in less than a minute I was washing her soapy hair in the
shower. Ann was a beautiful woman as she
took her turn and her time washing me.
Cousin Ann dried me off and took me to the bed with her. I hadn’t seen her in over a week because she
had been in Greensboro on family business.
We would enjoy each other and fall asleep only to be awakened by the
fucking phone at three thirty in the morning.
It was Nick.
….
Dad had told Nick his plan. After reaching his home in Charlotte North
Carolina he had called Nick a few hours ago.
Dad laid out his plan and Nick was confused and excited and maybe a
little drunk.
“Dad told me his plan” Nick
paused for a time.
“He’s going to build guns John
and he’s already started.” You could
tell by the sound that Nick was lighting a cigarette as he paused again.
“Dad has every intention of
selling his trucking company and using all the cash to build gun factories
across the United States.” “He has been
buying land for three years John and hiring people.” “John I think Dad has gone fucking
nuts!” Nick paused again so I jumped in.
“He’s full of shit Nick. It’s
just another big deal and it won’t go far.”
I was still asleep and Cousin Ann was rubbing her breasts against my
chest while I was trying to talk to Nick.
“Dad just talks Nick and he would
never sell his trucking business.” North Carolina Direct Delivery Services
was the money making machine that Dad started when we were in high school. NCDDS was a public company and its annual
revenues put it in the top 20 trucking companies in America. It was Dad’s baby and he loved every truck
and every driver. Dad drove a truck for a few years and had started a textile
machine business and invented a first-class textile implement that he had hand crafted
and patented. In the next four years he
leased and sold his machines all over the south to textile mills and made a few
million dollars. One day a guy showed up
at his factory in Charlotte NC and handed Dad a contract to buy NICKYJOHNS Machine Company for $27.3
million dollars in Stock Certificates of the United Machine Textile Foundry
UMTF that was pubic and traded on wall-street.
On top of the contract was a cash money check made out to NICKYJOHNS
Machine Company for 2.7 million dollars making the deal worth 30 million
dollars. Of course Dad told the guy to
get the fuck out and never come back until he was serious about the money. I was old enough to remember Dad and Mother
talking into the middle of the night and Dad cussing the bastard that offered
him all the money. Dad called his
father, my grandfather, and sought out his advice. My grandfather told him to find the
son-of-a-bitch and take the cash. “You
have a sign company to run!” My
grandfather was again making the point that his oldest son should be running
the Caldwell Sign and Construction Company instead of playing in his machine
shop a hundred hours a week. My
grandfather was also very proud of my father as his oldest son invented
something so simple and valuable it was worth millions of dollars to UMTF. My grandfather also made the point in less
than 10 years the United States would be out of the textile business because of
cheap Chinese imports which my Dad knew was true. My Dad told him NICKYJOHNS Machine Company
was worth a lot more money and he wanted one hundred million dollars. My grandfather as the story goes told Dad to
have a beer and take a nap.
….
Dad had a few slight problems
that even my mother didn’t know about.
NICKYJOHNS Machine Company hadn’t paid any income taxes in the last two
years because Dad hated the government and refused to send too much money to
the bastards. His other problems got
worse. Dad invented the textile machine
but didn’t have enough money to build it.
My grandfather loaned him twenty thousand dollars cash to help him along
but didn’t want to help my father too much.
He wanted Dad running the outdoor sign business and cover up his machine
shop tools with plastic and move back to his home town.
Dad faked some purchase orders
from a couple of small textile mills in South Carolina and took them to three
local banks and borrowed $50,000 in cash from each of them. He then took the $150,000 and bought enough
materials and hired some quality machinist and other workers and starting
building his machines. The money should
have been enough to build at least five machines and he was planning to sell
them at $50,000 each or $250,000 total for the five. With his profits after expenses he would pay
off the banks and be off and running. It
just didn’t really happen that way.
Dad found some buyers for the
textile machines but at $35,000 each not the $50,000 that he had plugged into
his business plan. He sold enough
machines to make the banks monthly loan payments but not enough to pay the
light bill and the machinists. Dad hired
a machine sales and distribution company that wanted to sell the machine for
$20,000 each but Dad would have to build at least one hundred machines every
year to get the price that low and still make profit.
Dad had another idea and it meant
that he would forge 10 more fake purchase orders for his textile machines and
take them to the local bankers for more cash.
The banks liked NICKYJOHNS because Dad always paid his monthly payments
on time and the banks were making money.
Dad walked away from the three
local banks this time with $500,000 in cash money and a one million dollar line
of credit.
Dad fired the machine sales and
distribution company and hired Sally as his new sales manager. Sally was the high school principles sister
that mother had known for years and Sally had a sales background in the car
business. Sally worked for the local
Chevy dealership and had made it all the way up to floor sales manager which
was good enough for Dad. Dad was sure if
you could sell a damn Chevy you could sell anything. Sally started out at $15,000 a year salary
and 10% commission on her gross sales and they shook hands on January 1st
their very first day in business together.
Dad liked the idea of the $20,000
textile machine price tag but he would have to buy a lot of parts and
components and build at least 100 machines in 12 months. This plan required a bigger building and more
lathes, drill presses, welders, machine operators and a couple of new office
people. Dad would need at least three
million dollars to pull off his manufacturing idea.
..
Sally couldn’t sell shit. Dad was mad because Sally couldn’t sell shit
and all she did was drive around and burn up gas and buy people lunch. Dad talked about firing her all the time but
the truth be known he liked Sally and he couldn’t really sell much of anything
except faked purchase orders.
…
Mississippi Textile & Mills general
offices in Jackson Mississippi controlled twenty three textile plants and factories
located all across Mississippi and Louisiana and had over six billion dollars
in revenue the previous year. Mr.
Shelton C Jones was the executive vice-president of purchasing for the giant
Mississippi Textile and Mills Corporation and he had taken a shine to
Sally. Sally had called on him three
different times and nothing much ever happened.
During this business call on
Shelton he decided that they should go to lunch so he had his company driver
pull around his big black Cadillac. All
the executives had company perks and a company Cadillac and driver was part of
the deal for senior executives. Shelton
C Jones had been with the company about thirty five years and was a tall skinny
man of about sixty eight years of age.
He walked a little slow but he had the brain power of Hercules and had
unusual corporate authority. Mr. Jones
could spend up to five million dollars by the stroke of his pen. Mr. Jones always carried a pen.
“Sally I like you.” Shelton was sitting down across the table
from Sally at the Astor-House Diner in downtown Jackson Mississippi.
“Thank you Shelton, I like you
too.” Sally put her purse between her legs like she always does and wondered why
it felt a little different this time.
“Sally I like your machine too,
but I’ve got some problems with the deal.”
Shelton received his glass of sweet ice tea without asking from a young
girl patting him on the back at the same time.
The young waitress asked Sally if
she wanted some sweet tea and Shelton kept talking.
“You see Sally I’ve got to put my
neck in the nose to try out your new machine.” Shelton pulled out a little cigar and lit it
up and blew blue smoke away from Sally.
“My president Sally says I can’t
spend too much this year.” That would be
the second lie that Shelton told Sally and the first one being that he like
Sally. He thought Sally had big tats and
a little brain and average legs. He also
knew that Sally couldn’t sell shit and she needed money.
“Sally what I want to do is lease
your machines and not buy them.” He
reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a lease agreement that he had
written in long hand and ask Sally if she had a typewriter at home. Which she didn’t.
Shelton handed her the lease
agreement and told her to slide it in her purse and they could just talk about
it a while. The “Shelton Lease” was
about ten pages on a yellow legal pad and Sally didn’t know it yet but it was
worth over a million dollars.
“Shelton, we just sell machines,
we don’t lease them.” Sally received her
sweet tea but took a sip of cool water placed on the table. She put the lease in her purse and noticed
Shelton was looking down her blouse when she raised back up.
“Sally, excuse me, but I really
do like you.” Shelton was now into his
third lie but Sally was just a little bit flattered because Shelton was
flirting with her. She was also
uncomfortable because buyers had tried to get into her panties before, more
than once.
The young waitress brought two
plates full and neither Shelton nor Sally had ordered a thing. Shelton always had their special and Sally
would too. It’s how the Astor-House did
business with Shelton and that’s how he did business with them.
Shelton reached across the table
and touched Sally’s hand and she knew he was about to ask for a room number and
a time. Sally was brave and didn’t pull her hand back but the other hand
started to shake just a little, just a little too much.
“Sally you don’t have a thing to
worry about.” “I own a few companies
here in town and that lease you’ve got in your pocket is from Jupiter Labor Group which my son-in-law
and I own together.” “We supply labor to
some of the mills and make a few dollars.”
Shelton started to eat his chicken salad sandwich and continued to talk
with his mouth full. “Sally the Jupiter
Labor Group will lease your machines at $50,000 each for a one year term.” “You’ll get a check for $4,166 every month
for every machine we lease for twelve months making the $50,000 paid in full
within a year.”
Sally heard every word but wasn’t
sure about Shelton or Jupiter Labor Group.
“It’s all legal Sally.” Shelton explained that Jupiter would lease
the machines and then sell them to Mississippi Textile & Mills for a small
profit. The lease payments to NICKYJOHN
would be made by Jupiter Labor Group and the Mississippi Textile & Mills company
would pay Jupiter. Everybody could make
a little money and Sally could sell a few machines. He then wanted to know if Sally didn’t like
sweet ice tea because she hadn’t touched it.
….
Dad read the hand written lease
agreement from Jupiter Labor Group several different times and so did mother
until they agreed on what it said.
Shelton wanted 20 machines at $50,000 each which was a “flat ass million
bucks” as my father summed it up. NICKYJOHN would receive a check every month
from Jupiter Labor Group in the amount of $83,333.33 for a full year. It was clear to Dad, he was rich.
…
Dad told Sally No. It wasn’t a deal. Not until Dad talked to Mr.
Shelton C Jones face to face. Dad wanted
to know how much the Mississippi Textile & Mills general offices in Jackson
Mississippi was willing to pay for one of his machines. Dad then wanted to know how much they would
pay for 20 of his machines by direct purchase. Dad wanted to play hard ball
with Shelton, the million dollar man.
…
Two months later Dad and Sally
were staying at the Capital Hotel in Jackson Mississippi getting ready for
their next face to face meeting with Shelton.
Dad had Cousin Bernie check out Shelton through law enforcement agencies
in a couple of states and discovered that Shelton was his own gang. Shelton was making millions of dollars off
the Mississippi Textile & Mills company by supply cheap labor to the mills
and getting an annual bonus payment for keeping unions away from the
company. Bernie through his police
contacts discovered that Shelton had a big money making operation.
Dad had one big thing going for
his side of the deal. Shelton was greedy
as hell.
The next morning sitting at the
breakfast table downstairs at the Capital Hotel was Dad, Sally, Shelton and
Shelton’s son-in-law Roger. Roger did
all the talking and Shelton didn’t say two words. The Mississippi Textile & Mills company
would buy 50 machines at $75,000 each and Shelton handed the Notarized Contract
and purchase order to Dad from Mississippi Textile & Mills for a little
more than $3.7 million dollars. Along
with the contract there was a down payment cashier’s check for $750,000 made
out to NICKYJOHNS Machine Company and
Dad smiled for the first time.
Dad handed Roger the briefcase and
Roger opened it up on his lap and Shelton leaned over and peeked inside. $500,000 in cash money was a wonderful site
and it represented the bribe to Shelton for cutting the deal on Dads
terms. Shelton and Roger got up without
saying a word and left Dad with the breakfast bill. Dad would cuss about buying them breakfast
for years, “those cheap bastards” and by most accounts that’s when Dad decided
to bed Sally down in the Capitol Hotel behind locked doors in room 207.
…
United Machine Textile Foundry UMTF did buy the NICKYJOHNS Machine Company from Dad but
it wasn’t on their first try. Dad went
back to Shelton with the Mississippi Textile & Mills company and struck
another deal. Dad wanted the Mississippi
Textile & Mills to brag a lot about NICKYJOHNS and get involved with the United Machine Textile Foundry UMTF buy
out of the NICKYJOHNS Machine Company.
Shelton agreed to issue a real contract
and purchase order to United Machine
Textile Foundry UMTF for twenty million dollars to purchase more machines within
48 hours of the UMTF purchase of NICKYJOHNS and it was in writing. Dad was at the meeting in Atlanta George when
Shelton handed the contract purchase order to UMTF executives and they handed
him a check for one million dollars made out to Jupiter Labor Group as a consulting fee on the deal. What
UMTF didn’t know is that the contract purchase order had a 120 day clause that
allowed Shelton to back out and go home.
Shelton had no intentions of buying anything after the check to Jupiter
cleared the bank. He also agreed to keep
his mouth shut until Dad received his fifty million dollars in stock from UMTF and a cashier’s check for ten million
dollars cash which made the total paid to Dad sixty million dollars. Dad paid off the banks and paid off Shelton
through Roger again with $250,000 in cash money two weeks later when the deal
was done.
..
Shelton and Dad opened up Shelton Steel and Foundry Company in
Birmingham Alabama within 90 days of the closing with UMTF and started building
their own version of Dad’s invention for a textile machine. Shelton promised to buy at least one machine
every month for $50,000 each for cash money.
He also had contacts throughout the textile industry and they started
selling machines all across the south. UMTF United
Machine Textile Foundry filed a law suit against Dad, Shelton, and another
one against Mississippi Textile &
Mills and Jupiter Labor Group. It was clearly bad news but Dad and Shelton
were ready and able. Dad’s two man law
team in Charlotte NC filed a one hundred million dollar law suit against UMTF
where they presented copies of all the contracts that showed the 120 day
“change your mind clause” and clearly indicated there was no agreement “not to
compete” found with the contract.
Jupiter Labor Group filed legal actions against UMTF and wanted a
hundred million dollars for damages and he didn’t even have to hire an
attorney. Mississippi Textile & Mills backed up Jupiter Labor Group with their lawyers and received a judgment for three million dollars against UMTF in
superior court. Dad also received a
legal judgment against UMTF for legal fees of $623,000 and they went home and
NICKYJOHN filed bankruptcy in less than a year.
Dad paid the two lawyers $200,000 for their services and pocketed over
four hundred thousand dollars profit off the judgment.
…
“John the American people are
treated like terrorists.” Dad was in rare form and Cousin Ann and I sat across
from him in my living room. My home is
in Boone North Carolina inside a nice mountain college town that carries the
name of Daniel Boone. The estate of sorts
consisted of 127 acres of prime mountain farm land and was first owned by my great
great grandparents. My family raised
cattle and grew tobacco and operated local saw mills for people that built
their homes down the hill over the last one hundred years or so. My great great grandfather was a man of
modest wealth and tended his tobacco crops and sold his cattle off when the
prices were right. This land held all
the memories of my immediate family as my father was born in the old black
house sitting not two hundred yards from mine.
The mansion that I called home was built by my grandfather with money
and timber given to him by his parents.
Dad lived it in for a while and then gave it to me to care for over my
life time.
…
Daniel Boone was a prepper Dad
was saying and we should learn what it means to be prepared for Indian attacks,
barn fires and bad crops. Dad was
rambling a little but what he said made a lot of good common sense.
…
“They have a list John and my
name is on it.” Dad claimed that the
federal government was making their lists of patriots and preppers and his name
was on top of the list. He was sure that
FEMA and DOD, FBI, CIA, NSA and a thousand other agencies were about to cripple
the U.S. Constitution supporting Agenda 21.
“The Civil unrest John will start
within the next year, I can prove it.”
Dad pulled out three large volumes of research books that were labeled
“Worst Part One, Two and Three” and I asked him why such weird titles.
“This is research of the highest
order John and so far it’s cost about fifty thousand dollars and we’ve got a
long way to go.” “The shit they’re going
to do is all inside these three volumes and it’s all researched from public
court records, government records, FOIA Freedom of Information Requests and
foreign news agencies.” “I’ve got the
information broken down to number one the lesser and number three the greatest
threats to our nation and liberties.” “Number three worst part puts you in a
shallow grave with a foreign soldier pissing on your grave.” “Number three also
makes me a traitor.”
..
“They’re taking the guns.” “John there is only one reason to take an
honest mans gun and that’s because the government is afraid of the
citizens.” “Confiscated guns are being destroyed
right now all across America because the government is buying them from the
poorer classes for a couple of bucks.” “If
you get enough hungry people they’ll sell their guns and that’s what they’re
doing.”
I knew Dad was right, at least
almost right. The new laws were
confiscating guns by the tens of thousands through buy-back programs. A gun with an old shotgun could sell it to the
government for two hundred dollars. A
nice handgun would demand five hundred to a thousand tax payer dollars if you
would sell it back. The government doesn’t
want private gun ownership any longer and they really don’t care much about the
2nd amendment of the U.S. Constitution.
Dads plan was just like Dad. Wasn’t thought through all the way but it had
that brilliance about it that made it odd enough and unique enough to stir a
great deal of interest. Ann, Dad and
myself spent the next two hours going through his doomsday books and the
information was devastating. The national media had failed the American citizen
because this public information was buried in plain sight.
The government was buying up
ammunition by the billions of rounds and stocking massive amounts of assault
weapons in various locations. The
federal government was also buying up “MRE’s” meals ready to eat by the
hundreds of millions. The federal
agencies had also opened up several dozen of “DHS” Department of Homeland
Security camps across the nation. These
DHS camps were being operated by “FEMA” Federal Emergency Management and
hundreds of billions of taxpayer dollars had already been spent by over one
hundred separate federal agencies. The “USDA”
U.S. Drug Administration had spent three billion dollars on portable military
kitchens. The “FBI” Federal Bureau of
Investigations has already spent seventeen billion dollars on ammunition
reloading facilities, portable military type media facilities where they could
broadcast national emergency news. The
Department of Defense “DOD” has closed several major military installations
across the world and repositioned U.S. Military troops back within the United
States. Embassy problems, terrorist
attacks, American citizen kidnappings all took a dramatic increase up on the
danger curve as the U.S. pulled resources back inside the United States. The present day government wanted a smaller
U.S. Military and that was seemingly true as the traditional forces of Army,
Navy, Air Force, Marines, Coast Guard and National Guard troop force numbers
had been reduced by over 27% over the last two years. At the same time of traditional force
reductions other military type forces were being developed under the radar of
the American People. The U.N. United
Nations authorized Global “Cross Border Armies” of 12 distinct units under
direct U.N. controls. These “CBA” armies
had everything the modern U.S. military industrial complex could provide from
jet fighters, tanks, weapons and even missile units. The U.S. Senate and U.S. Congress authorized
the formation of the Global “CBA” Cross Border Armies with the U.N. United
Nations as the way to help reduce the massive and still growing U.S. federal
debt. A global U.S. Military pullback
could save the U.S. taxpayer over three hundred and nine billion dollars this
year alone. The Global “CBA” Cross
Border Army – “America” would consist of a total of 135,000 combat troops with
another 42,000 support personal that consisted of truck drivers, carpenters,
cooks and office clerks. The U.N. United
Nations Global Charter set up the “CBA” as to spread the Global cost of world
security over the several developed nations of the world. As the years go by
and the massive military U.S. defense budget continues to be reduced the dollar
savings were advertised to save the United States from complete bankruptcy.
What the American media didn’t talk
about was the hundreds of billions of taxpayer dollars being spent of the U.N. Global
“CBA” Cross Border Army – “America” and also “CBA” Cross Border Army – “Britain”
, “CBA” Cross Border Army – “France”, “CBA” Cross Border Army – “Russia”,
“CBA” Cross Border Army – “China”, “CBA” Cross Border Army – “Iraq”,
“CBA” Cross Border Army – “Korea South”, “CBA” Cross Border Army – “India”,
“CBA” Cross Border Army – “Iran”, “CBA” Cross Border Army – “Saudi”,
“CBA” Cross Border Army – “Italy”, “CBA” Cross Border Army – “Brazil”,
“CBA” Cross Border Army – “Mexico”, “CBA” Cross Border Army – “North Korea”
with a few more countries being allowed to participate in the next five years
or so. The Global CBA Cross Border
Armies were under the direct military control of the United Nations and not
their respective home countries. The
U.N. Global Armies could be moved at any time to any part of the world by the
U.N. Military Authority. Each country
had to supply the troops and the specific equipment requested by the U.N.
Military Authority. Each country of
participation also had to supply the required 135,000 combat troops each and
support personnel. The U.N. Global Army
Charter also agreed that no home troops would be positioned in their home
countries. This meant that in the next
two to five years the U.S. could have 135,000 Russian CBA troops stationed
across America and Moscow could have 135,000 CBA American troops. The U.N.
Military Authority has complete power over the troops and the sponsoring
countries agreed to pay for everything.
Each sponsor country agreed to pay eight billion dollars per year to the
U.N. Military Authority above and beyond the actual cost of their CBA troop
salaries, munitions, equipment, medical, training and everything else that goes
with an Army. If there was any CBA troops
in combat each member state has agreed to pay another eight billion dollars per
year during the duration. The CBA troops could never been stationed on another
sponsors home land for over two years and the CBA armies would rotate and be
deployed directly from the new United Nations Headquarters located in Morocco
in North Africa. The new U.N. United
Nations Global Headquarters was a massive almost royal type stand alone city of
fifty square miles of U.N. sovereign soil with their local government and
officials being elected by the member states.
The cost of the new U.N. United Nations Global Headquarters had a price
tag of nine billion dollars in construction costs, another twenty seven billion
dollars to purchase the now U.N. Sovereign land and had an annual operating
budget of twelve billion dollars to keep the power on, buy computers, hire
clerks and a lot of new flags that still fly over the new U.S. Royal city. The old U.N. United Nations complex in New
York will be torn down and the property donated back to the United States and
sold at the estimated price tag of one hundred and eighty two million dollars. Prime property for new casino’s and shopping
malls would replace the U.N. building that the world had known for decades.
All this spending was rejected by
the U.S. Congress over four years ago as they clearly saw this Global Plan as
just another reduction of U.S. power and influence. The president of the United States then
ordered several hundred federal agencies to reduce their budgets and send
taxpayer money to a special U.N. Funding Organization called “Federal Global
Relief Agency” or the “FGRA” that must represent at least eight percent of
their annual federal budgets. The
president of the United States created the FGRA through executive order and has
been funding the U.N. United Nations Global CBA Cross Border Armies plan for at
least nine months and maybe longer. The
president advertised in the national media that federal department employee
levels would be reduced to save taxpayer money which resulted in hundreds of
thousands of government employee layoffs and other deductions. The saved budget money was never returned to
the U.S. Treasury for safe keeping it was sent to the Federal Global Relief
Agency FGRA which then funded the U.S. United Nations Global CBA Cross Border
Armies in conjunction with the present flow of billions of taxpayer dollars to
the U.N. United Nations. The only reason
there is a slight whisper about all this is that a lone congresswoman from Mississippi
threatened to blow the whistle if her state didn’t receive the school budget
money she demanded. She told all the
national media “if we have enough money for Morocco then we have enough money
for Jackson”. The main street media
jumped on the story quickly but shut it down at the same speed. Almost overnight the story broke and then
disappeared just as fast. The congresswoman
was killed in a car accident just eight days after the story broke caused by a
drunk driver one early Sunday morning as she was driving to her local church
for services. The word Morocco became
the leading search word on Google during those days but very little information
about this Morocco comment from the now dead congresswoman. The bloggers went wild with their theories
but some hard facts started to surface from the United Teacher Action Union “UTAU” as their president stated that
over eight thousand teachers had been laid-off during the last twelve weeks due
to drastic federal budget cuts. The
conspiracy authors had the idea that federal taxpayer dollars were being
allocated to the federal agencies, funneled off for some special projects “Morocco”
and the money never to be seen by local school districts. The thought was that
Congress approved the money, the checks were cut to the federal agencies and
then the federal agencies took a percentage of that money which disappeared
from public few. The United Teacher
Action Union just wanted the schools to receive the federal dollars and keep
their union due paying teachers working. In the next few weeks it became clear that something
was wrong but the White House claimed that the Congress didn’t approve enough
money to the schools because they wanted to spend it all on the U.S.
Military. In those several weeks the
President of the United States was never asked about Morocco even as he
attended the funeral of the congresswoman of Mississippi.
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