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I AM Liberty Show: Wrist Slap Bombers, Cultural Casualty and Honoring the Fallen

Did you hear the one about the car of terrorists? Just a few days after the UK bombing. There was an incident in Minneapolis. You have to hear this to believe it.Â

You thought white privilege and cultural appropriation were just a couple of toys that the progressive left were playing with on social media? Lets talk about a very real casualty of this dangerous thinking. A dream was shattered on the backs of this silly rhetoric.

Finally, lets honor those who have fallen. I have a special piece to read to you.Â

I AM Liberty Show: Brussels Attacks, Clean Slate and Baby Chicks

How long are we going to put up with Radical Islam. How long are we going to watch people bleed. How long I ask myself this question. You think that our tolerance is what makes us a great nation but there is only so much we can tolerate. Once that tolerance runs out people will lose it.

Keep pushing the West and see how many more maniacs with guns start mowing people down except soon it will be in mosques not malls. Mark my words. Our over tolerance is getting people killed

Sign my petition. We need better leaders than those who are running for the presidential office right now. We need a clean slate before the election.

Also we have some new family members 6 new baby chicks. Our protein stream for when this world falls off the cliff.

Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXXVI

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.

 

  • How far we have fallen

 

Tom knew he was pressing his luck but the statement he made was his last resort.

“My name is Tom Locke. I don’t plan on leaving here alive but I would much rather die out there, fighting them.”

Agent Killeen looked over this strange man. His face was beat up and mentally he seemed to be traversing a shale cliff that fell to deep insanity. Though in his eyes burned a fire of insistence. One that only appears in the already deranged and those telling the truth. She was trained to read the gestures and intricate facial disruptions of human communication. The Agent could see a liar from a mile away. This man before her was telling the truth.

“My flight crash landed a couple days ago, few days ago. It’s hard to remember now. How come no one has come to clean that mess up?”

She knelt beside him and spoke quietly, “If this thing goes badly up here. We could be in a lot of trouble.”

She paused listening again for a moment the cacophony had died down a bit as those who weren’t so lucky in their first go round resided to their place in the order.

“There are camps like these in every state on the mainland. Some states more than a couple. They have been training in our most densely populated cities and areas more remote than this. We are stretched so thin here that if this gets ugly there won’t be much else we can do. The American people will be on their own.”

“Could the timing be more perfect? What with the state of police relations and the shaving of military forces.”

“It’s perfect because it was supposed to be perfect.”

 Tom sat up and looked her over. She was very serious and he could see sweat beading on her head.

“Elaborate. I may not make it off this mountain alive. Give me the satisfaction.”

“We don’t have much time. I will make it brief. The police were isolated and attacked, just as the second amendment, immigration was blown wide open so this terror army could easily fill it’s ranks. A radical Muslim military grew inside our borders as our own was being thinned. The whole world was falling into war and we were thinning our ranks.

None of this was coincidence. The riots were stimulated by agitators who knew something like this was close. They wanted the police disarmed and now most of their riot gear and heavy weapons are collecting dust in a storage unit somewhere. That’s best case scenario.

The center right was broken and submitted to the idea that Muslims were streaming into the country with only good intentions. Those who spoke out lost careers. This threat whispered through alleyways and into the ears of the  highest  offices in the land. These religious killers followed Sun Tzu to a T and now, with America so dividied, they strike. Unless we stop them.”

Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXXV

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 midday gallop of a trojan horse

Najair Ahmadi was born in America under devout Muslim parents. He was a brilliant young man who spent time in the Middle East visiting his grandparents once per year. Najair always kept a knee between his studies and religion. It was blasphemous, he knew that, but when he visited his the dusty streets of Iraq and watched the people he knew he was right. They could recite the Quran backwards but denied the existence of science. Najair was proud to praise Allah for all he had been awarded in this life. Still, his heart tightened when he saw the land of his roots so shackled to the words of one text.

The nightmarish life for women carried over into his own house hold. His father was followed his Quran just as his mother did. For Najair its seemed the more he learned from other pages the less portions of Quran held validity in his mind. The covering, the using, the beating of women. He refused to follow such a practice

Now he stood looking out at other women packaged for the use of the believer. He knew what Tom had done. He knew it was his best effort to spare at least one of these women. Behind that door Najair longed to know what of the conversation. At the same time he watched as the men circled the women and moved in swarming them.

Cutting the same angle as his fellow traveler Najair ran towards the women. He approached one being pulled in the opposite direction by a smaller man with nothing but a balled up fist to protect himself. Najair snatched at the burqua and pulled it in the opposite direction. The man turned around with ferocity in his eyes.

“I will gladly return her to you when I’m through but tonight, brother, she will see me first,” Najair spoke with a stone face and dead glare in his eyes. He was not intimidated by the man. This look was from a weak fanatic. Whoever takes a woman in such a manner must be among the weakest of men.

“Get the fu….”

Najair silenced the man with a lighting strike of an overhand right. It connected on a downward swing with his nose and slipped off onto his jaw. It jarred his chin into his chest and he disappeared into his own subconscious.

The beasts swarmed and hardly noticed the confrontation as there were no doubt others happening all around him. Najair tightened his grip on the woman and began to walk her towards a cabin by the back of the camp. He studied his periphery for someone else looking to steal the prize.

“Dont be afraid. I am not one of these villains. I am hiding among them. I have a friend here as well. We have to stop them. I am going to take you into this cabin and we are going to get you out of here. Safely.”

They walked quickly toward the door of the cabin. It creaked as it opened revealing a much cleaner room than the one Tom entered.

“Are you clothed under there? Listen. I am sure this has been hard on you. I am not one going to hurt you or do anything to you. I am not one of them.”

From the burqua came a muffled mans voice,”Good thing cuz neither am I.”

Out from under the burqua appeared a small man standing at 5’6 at the most built like brick wall. From head to toe dressed in tactical body armor.

“This is Agent Dunalp my master is secure but he is not the master I was expecting.”

I AM Liberty Show: Terror Enthusiasts and The Diaphram

How the hell were the pressure cooker woman in NYC being called Terror Sympathizers? I am in Atlanta tonight and feeling a little lonely and probably had too much time to think things over in my head. Here are some topics we will touch on in this episode

Lawrence Tribe, his stand on coal and now his exile

Food Choices and their baggage

Thai Food

The Diaphram and how it effected our evolution

Our World the Audio BOOK!! Out in two week!!!
Werewolf Legend Bell/Onnit Labs

MMA Overload

Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXIII

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 point of no return

The woods were opening up before them. The sun was creeping up the mountain behind them and in between was a military cloaked by a religion. America was in the crosshairs of that army tonight and it was up to Tom Locke and Najair to make that info known. If they failed small armies of militant Muslims would stream into American neighborhoods tonight. While they slept their doors would be broken in and the the first great land attack on American soil would begin. If allowed it would be nothing short of a massacre and the infidel would not be given the option to convert.

As the two of them rushed towards the opening in the woods and hopefully towards some answers Tom looked up through the trees. The scarlet sunrise was an ominous premonition to him though still glorious. He realized it could be his last. There were thin blades of clouds miles up that seemed to be cutting sparse sun rays into the sky. As the sun neared the mountain top fiery oranges and deep reds gave way to gold and cool blues. The birth of this giant day in history started with a bang.

The leaves began to thin and beyond the woods there was another road. The bright colors of advertisements and homes began to peak through as well. Tom’s heart pounded harder with a moderate elation. He knew the demons on his tail would rip through a neighborhood without impunity. Still, there was hope.

Mayfair was ahead of Tom and as the final down hill slope gave way to civilization three forms took shape. Three men waited at the trails exit. Three men in light military gear with their heads covered in black masks. The man between the other two held an AK-47 at his side. The two men stood with handguns at their sides. They hadn’t surrounded the store. Instead they set up a much wider perimeter. That had captured Tom and Najair in their net. Or so he thought.

Slowing his stride a bit Tom was trying to figure a way out of this mess. To his surprise Najair only increased his stride and hollered out in a vicious voice, “ALLAH AKBAR!” The men raised their weapons but a bullet leveled the man with the rifle quickly and Najair pounced another. In awe Tom picked up a large rock and hurled it at the other gunman. It hit his right shoulder just before a shot rang out and missed Najair. Instinctively Tom was on top of this man in an instant.

As the two men wrestled their opponents it became very clear what made up a true Muslim warrior. Najair was prepared to die today and Tom had to be too. Despite their disagreements in religion it was clear whatever universal God turkey existed was shining on these two men today.

Now Tom had an AK!

“Bright red clouds at sun rise” by Simon Eugster –Simon 15:40, 7 Apr 2005 (UTC) – Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons – http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bright_red_clouds_at_sun_rise.JPG#mediaviewer/File:Bright_red_clouds_at_sun_rise.JPG