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The French Elections an the Illusion of Forever

Europe holds its breath as one of the most important elections in its history takes place in France. Will Europe fall to the very immigrants progressive leaders sought to help or will the people of this great nation and continent rise up to establish some level of reasonable tolerance.

I also want to talk about the illusion of forever. Your living it right now but are you living it right?

Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXV

Every Thursday here at http://www.iamliberty.wordpress.com stay tuned for another exciting chapter in Tom Locke’s story. Its not dystopian but, have mercy, its one man’s survival

  • The Taqiyya

Strewn about the trail opening like fallen timber were the bodies of the men Tom and Najair had killed minutes ago. From the back edge of an abandoned property Tom stared out at them. He looked over the woods for any signs of movement. This transfer from civilian to Muslim radical would take some cunning and Tom knew the woods were littered with enemies.

“There is a practice in my religion, Tom. We call it Taqiyya. It is religious dissimulation and allows us to deny our faith at the risk of significant persecution. I am Shia and this is a practice unique to the Shiite Muslims. American’s struggle to understand the concept between Shia and Sunni Muslim.”

“What are you getting at Najair.”

“We will hide amongst the none believer and even take part in blasphemous activities.”

Tom looked at his companion and tightened his grip around the rifle. He didn’t like the direction this was going. Najair was turned directly at Tom at this point and from the corner of his eye Tom thought he saw the barrel of Najair’s gun begin to raise a bit.

“Let not the believers Take for friends or helpers Unbelievers rather than believers: if any do that, in nothing will there be help from Allah: except by way of precaution, that ye may Guard yourselves from them. But Allah cautions you to remember Himself; for the final goal is to Allah.”

The sweat forming long his back went cold. Had Tom come all this way along side the enemy? Had this all been a show of this taqiyya Najair spoke of? There was too much at stake and no time to dance around these questions. Death had been tapping his scythe on the window pane of his mind since the plane crash. The fear just starts to wear off.

Tom exploded in one motion and pushed nose to nose with Najair. His eyes were wide and his voice was deep and horse.

“Are you gonna fucking kill me Najair? Do you think your going to kill me? In the name of your religion and your slaughter? Do you….”

Najair drove a knee into Tom’s solar plexus and pushed him out of his face.

“I have killed more of these men than you tonight. I was chained to the same floor board as you Tom. There could be no more chance in our meeting. Allah is everything but on this day Freedom is our God. Our Taqiyya will be the uniforms and the head scarves of this vicious clan. It will be the actions we take to stop this atrocity from happening tonight.”

Tom was wheezing for his breath on the ground.

“…sorry Najair…..its been a helluva ride and I am getting a little nuts…”

“Well shut up and catch your breath. Time is our worst enemy today. Lets get into these clothes and get up the mountain. They are communicating this effort we have to find that mode of communication and call this whole mess off.”

They crept out from behind the abandoned building and ran over to the bodies. In no time they were dressed like the enemy. Could this actually work?

By Stefan Karpiniec [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Tom Locke: Surviving Today XVI

Every Thursday here at http://www.iamliberty.wordpress.com stay tuned for another exciting chapter in Tom Locke’s story. Its not dystopian but, have mercy, its one man’s survival.

  •  A surprise behind headlights and hillside

As the tree fell Tom went over the words in his head. How he would craft them and with what expressions. Pulling the guns was the last resort. This was more than likely an American driving through the mountains. An American with his own problems and family. The last resort would be to kill or injure such a person.

The wind was becoming very apparent. This side of the mountain must have been facing the incoming. The cold was all around them but adrenaline pushed it away. The fire to survive and warn the world of the mountain top Jihad that was being initiated. It was their spirit now connected to hundreds of millions of others.

The truck didn’t move for what seemed like an eternity. The lights burned into the cold night carving out a deeper look into the valley. The engine hummed and Tom imagined the man inside smashing his fists against the steering wheel blaming his ‘dumb luck’ on the situation.

Whining at the hinges the heavy door popped open. Najair and Tom squinted through the light struggling to make out the figure. Not very tall or very husky. Certainley not the mountain man they had imagined nor the solider of Muhammad they had feared. No. This was something dainty and deliciate. As the silohuette passed through headlights it was clear that this was a long haired woman.

What in God’s name was a long haired woman doing out on this mountian at this hour.

“GOTO HELL TREE!!!” She screamed,” Go straight down to hell you demon of tree!”


She kicked and ripped at the tree. It was both frightening and mystifying. They couldnt look away, either of them.

Two dirty bloody men asking for a ride from a bipolar truck driving woman on the side of a mountain. This could only get more interesting. The speech Tom was working on had to change. While he watched the woman lose her cool he began reword it.

“Help!” Najair called as he fell out the woods looking at the woman.

“Its a miracle you came through this mountain at such a time.”

The womans eyes went from embarrasment to horror all in one motion and looked to her side and pulled a giant revolver from a holster on her belt. She pointed it right at Najair and pulled back the hammer.