posted on Oct, 11 2014 @ 05:58 AM
May 17, 2031
The Revolution went much the way I expected it to. It took a blind man not to see where it was headed – and yet so many proved to have been
apparently blind. So many bodies. So much death. What were they thinking – taking up arms and marching headlong into the meat-grinder that awaited
them at the borders of Washington DC? All those months of the President and the pundits warning that the NATO presence around DC was impenetrable...
That the latest high tech weaponry was in place to put a full stop to any ideas the people might have of rising up. And still so many went.
It is not my intention to make those who went sound like stupid or bad people. In truth I do not know if my self-loathing for not having joined in
will ever fully pass. I do know that, even with the guilt, I am grateful to be alive.
History now tells us that what the media has labeled “The DC Attack” lasted just four scant hours. As for how many perished in that
infinitesimally short period of time, only God can say. The media and Government are sticking to a figure of one point three million. I think everyone
with a brain cell left realizes that the losses were exponentially higher. Since Hellfire missiles, chemical warfare and even Napalm were used during
the battle – an exact count will never surface. Many of those who marched are nothing more than vapors floating in the wind now. Nothing but dust
and posthumous demonization. All labeled as terrorists by the powers that be. All denied their rightful honors as Patriots and fighters for
The interrogations of those brave men and women's relatives and friends another black spot on the history of this nation. Another mockery of the
Flag, The Constitution and the very spirit that the Framers sought to instill into the country they were creating.
Back in the days when we had a two party system this might not have happened. I cannot say for sure as I was only a child when the Universal Party
came into being. I do recall my Father telling me that he never believed there was a lick of difference in the Democrats and Republicans anyway. At
least not during his lifetime. If his words were true or not I will never really know. He, too, died in the DC attack so my remaining questions will,
forever, go unanswered.
How I begged him not to go. I could see it so clearly – the slaughter to come. I truly believe he saw it too. He was no idiot, my Dad. It was his
ideology that killed him. His need to believe in something better than what was – what is. His belief that ancient words scrawled upon paper
mattered more than his own life. He even taught me to read cursive writing so that I could learn those words. He spent hours trying to explain it all
to me but the concepts were just so alien and antiquated that I could never quite get my head around them. They seemed contrary to all that I had been
taught in school.
Still, in my heart, at least on some level, I understand that those who marched did it for what they felt was best for us all and that is why I honor
them. I do not have to fully understand to accept. And I accept that those men and women were noble in intent and brave beyond words. Though to admit
to such things publicly or out loud would potentially target me as a sympathizer. So my feelings for them must remain relegated to this highly
Even as I type these words I can hear my Fathers voice damning me.... Coward. You're giving away what no man is supposed to be able to take from
you... This bothers me deeply because my Father never denigrated me on any level. It is his ghost or my own conscious haunting me? I wish I
The years I have kept this locked inside. What a waste.
That I am only now recognizing these things is an act of cowardice as well. With the economic collapse of three years ago the Government has become
much weaker than they previously were. When another group of Patriots found a new form of warfare, Washington was not ready – and this time it seems
to be working. This new approach is powerful, simple and, with each passing day, the movement grows.
It is not a Revolution of guns and warfare. It is a Revolution of intent and discipline. Genius really. How does one overturn the richest and most
powerful entity in the history of the world?
One starves it. Rather, everyone starves it.
Things started small. A group, out west, calling themselves The Modern Sons of Liberty simply opted out. They refused to engage in consumerism.
They refused to work for any business or Corporation. They refused to pay the mandatory minimum tax placed upon those without income back in the
The first time I heard of them I did what the newsfeed told me to do... I saw them as misguided and somewhat crazy hippie wanna-be's. Just some
fringe lunatics who would have their short moment in the sun until the authorities came along to wipe them away.
But I was wrong.
Their movement grew and it grew fast. Within weeks it was no longer a local group in a western state. It was most of the western states along with
many large and small pockets in the remainder of the country. A silent explosion of agreement that the Government underestimated and missed. By the
time those in power began to try and control the spin, it was already too late.
They caused the economic collapse of three years back. And they have kept the economy in a downward spiral ever since. Corporations, once too big to
fail and too powerful to fight are atrophying and dying off like so many dinosaurs. Uncle Sam tried to be militant for a short time. When that failed
he changed tactics and began begging – actually making all taxes voluntary and trying to play upon the notion that real Americans know they have an
obligation to keep things afloat and prospering.
That failed as well.
The last Congressional election, locally, had exactly one person campaigning. And he is a known sleaze-ball anyway. The voter turnout was less than
half a percent and most of those votes were for people who were not even in the race. The sleaze-ball won, but it was a hollow victory. One that
seemingly humbled him because he has spent a lot of time trying to at least appear as though he is a fan of change.
My father marched into a fire and died because of it. Today I record these words because tomorrow I follow in his footsteps. Maybe it is to redeem
myself in his eyes. Maybe it is simply that I have become wise enough to understand the importance of the things he sacrificed himself for.
This march will be much more different. We are not carrying guns. NATO will not be an issue because the US lost their seat on the council more than a
decade ago and is now barely even able to get the UN to allow them to speak.
Washington DC is a rotting shell and we are walking in, this time, not to destroy – but to heal and repair. There is no longer enough consensus in
the Universal party to stop us. Even if there was the military coffers are empty, only a few even remain in military service these days and the police
are on our side ever since the Government decided to stop paying them and we, The People took up that mantle.
Tomorrow we will make history, one way or the other. Tomorrow we will begin the slow process of recreating what greed took two and a half centuries to
destroy. Let us pray that there is another Thomas Jefferson in our midst. Let us pray that we have an analog to George Washington amongst our ranks.