A very simple show about taking the nearly 5000 suspected terrorists in America and the UK and kicking them out of our nations along with any other suspected terrorists that are on the FBI watch lists.Â
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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 further unraveling
As though he had crash landed not on a mountain in West Virginia but through the atmosphere and into another world. Tom Locke sat inside a decrepit old cabin on this alien mountain. Just outside the cabin doors was an army of radicalized Muslim soldiers who in only a matter of hours would be streaming down the mountain like lava decimating everything in their path. The only resistance to dam up this attack was, to Tom’s knowledge was himself, Najair and Agent Killeen.
Agent Killeen had just laid it out on the line to Tom. The whole crux of the situation. The marionettes and the puppet masters were revealed as well as the dire straights that the country was in on this night. She explained how there were camps just like these all over the country.
Tom ate the information and allowed a moment for it to digest. He looked at the ground as he was again coming to terms with the fact that tonight may very well be his last on this earth.
“I came up here without a plan. Najair and I were just going to hit this place like a small comet and do as much damage as we could before they mowed us down.”
“Who is Najair?” She interupted.
“We were held captive here together. We both made it out, down the hill and into town. They followed us. Killed everyone around us. It was in that moment that we decided we gotta head back up this mountain and take out as many of them as possible before they head out on the war path. I was hoping you had a better plan than ours.”
While he was talking Agent Killeen pulled out a small device in a black enclosure. She placed it on the front door of the cabin. It stuck with some sort of adhesive.
“The girls are not all girls. They were wrapped up in that ancient cloak and the irony is it will be their undoing. They were all agents Tom. Each cabin has a dead radical and an agent in it except in our case. Each cabin has a charge on the front door,” She pointed her petite gloved hand at the door, “When the next killer comes to the door looking for some fun we are going out the back window and setting off the charges. Into the tree line and from there we will punish them at a distance with rifles have been essentially geo cached. Yours will do fine too.”
Tom immediately thought of Najair who looked just like everyone else on this mountain would be indiscriminately mowed by the gunfire from these stowed rifles. It hurt to think of the man he made it through all of this with being gunned down amongst these villains and his body being collected and buried with them just the same. Najair deserved better. He was a righteous man.
“So how did you get on this mountain? How did you get into this camp? Someone had to have looked the meat over before offering them to the lions.”
“The Iman,” She said as she placed her ear again to the door,” The Imam had been implanted after the assassination of their last religious leader. He has been the lynch pin in all of this.”
“There were people held capitve here! Probably killed! This team knew and did nothing?! Its like another world on top of this mountain.”
“Your right Tom. Its a world the public is too afraid to know about. Its the business of keeping them safe and there are hard decisions that must be made everyday to do that.”
With her ear to the door her crystal blue eyes glimmered in the daylight. She was intently listening for the approach of another soldier of Islam.
“Get up to your feet Tom. Get ready. It wont be long now.
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very 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 tac vest and a handshake
It wasn’t until Tom slid on the dead man’s boots did he realize just how unprepared for the mountain terrain he was. His feet were blistered and raw from the constant movement as well as trekking miles down the mountain in one night. These things simply didn’t cross his mind while running for his life. The boots also added stability to his ankle which, despite the constant use, seemed to be improving.
Najair was dressed in black boots, black pants a grey long sleeve shirt and a tactical vest with a black handkerchief covering his nose down. This left his hair and eyes exposed but he looked “the part” just fine.
Adorned in the same style boots as Najair Tom was stuck with pants that were bit on the small size for him. They were tan pants with cargo pockets on either side. An army green thermal long sleeve shirt covered by another tactical vest of the same color. Also a little tight on Tom. He covered his head with a red and white checkered head scarf. This left only a small slit of his light skin and two eyes exposed.
From one of the cargo pockets he produced a small pack of mixed nuts the two of them shared. Najair found a few bottles of water in one of the fallen soldiers back packs. They didn’t have radios which was very surprising. Cell phones were pretty useless at this elevation anyway so the two were not surprised when they didn’t find one.
They choked down the nuts and the two bottles of water before hitting the trail back to extremist camp.
“I found two more clips for the .45 my guy was carrying,” Tom whispered exploring his vest on the way up the mountain.
“Well, Tom, so far it looks like you have gotten the bad end of this deal,” Najair spoke through the black material that covered his face. He produced 3 small grenades from a large pocked on the left side of his vest.
The two men smiled and for a moment hope lit up the world around them. They had both come to terms with the fact that coming down off this mountain was not an option. It was very rare, in today’s world, that a situation presents itself in such a way that you do forfeit your life. In that way there was little difference between Tom, Najair and the men who were hunting them. Whether wrong or right there was belief system that each of the men on that mountain were ready to die for.
“Najair, I screwed up back there. We could be dead in three hours and I just wanted you to know that I wouldn’t have made it out of that cabinet if it weren’t for you. I messed up back there the stress broke me and I shouldn’t have accused you.”
“I may not have made it out of that cabinet either Tom. There is no denying we provide each other some sort of leverage and strength. I know you are scared and I know that because I am too. We can win this day.”
Najair extended his hand out to Tom and they locked up in a tight thumb through thumb shake.
About 100 yard up the mountian a large SNAP echoed thorugh the forest. They two men looked up to see 5 men looking down on them. The leader of the five men motioned with his head for Tom and Najair to follow them. They were all heavily armed and probably part of the search party.
It was time to put their new costumes to work. Time to see if they could blend in with this hateful group and deceive evil.
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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
His was a mind of mud, thick, like sludge sloshing back and forth in his brain. Before he opened his eyes his own body began to speak to him. Pain cried out from his leg. His lips were dry and cracked, dehydration. His neck was tight and sore as though it had been cricked in one position for a month. Most of all though his brain was lost. It was like a car traveling some dangerous cliff side road in a stifling fog. He wasn’t sure if perhaps he had been drugged or if the concussions and the blow from his captures hadn’t permanently knocked something loose.
As fuzzy as his mind so was his vision. He gathered himself slowly and sat up against the sturdiest thing in his vicinity. The world spun wildly. Almost simultaneously he felt the burning lump over his right eye and reached up to touch it. The weight and rattling of his chain startled him. His chain. One manacle tight around his right hand on a short, thick chain that was drilled into the wooden floor beneath him.
Tom Locke was now a prisoner. Before today he was a father, a business owner, a son and much more. Today had been very unfamiliar to him. He was a victim, a survivor, a prisoner. More than anything Tom had never spent more of his life in such imminent danger. A cadaver, that was the one thing he would not become.
He was also not alone. As he probed the dark room his eyes were drawn to the stray light of early morning coming through two windows that on either side of the structure. It was made of wood. This was some cabin in the woods. The hills of West Virginia home to a prison for scarf headed militants that were either posing as Jihadists, Islamists or ISIS henchmen. The only other explanation was that this was a group of wannabes trying to walk a similar path for Allah.
The figures around him were in the shadows. Shackled like them and he heard their rattling as they moaned a bit at his expression.
“Where are we? What is this?”
A voice came from the corner of the room. It was tired but audible.
“Keep your voice down. They will torture us if we are too loud. We are here for their pleasure whether that means using the women or beating and cutting the men. So please just keep it down. Our silence is the only peace we get.”
That familiar sensation of adrenaline pumped through his body again this time it was followed not by fear but by anger.
Tom spoke in a whisper, “Who are they?”
The worn voice from the darkness responded, “They are everything….everything we were warned about.”
At the far end of this old cabin in the West Virginian hills sat a door. The door. The pathway to their only vestige of freedom. At this point, however, that handle began to rattle and the beast on the other side was about to rear its ugly head.
Of course we all would like to think that the greatest threat in our porous borders is annoying some old white men who don’t want brown men in “their” country. Despite the incredible costs that come with an influx of uneducated, unskilled workers with families. The cultural imbalance and challenge of managing folks that simply don’t want to learn the language. Though I shouldn’t fane these issues as less than serious. When we talk about true current threats the border is an open wound for the current invasion.
I know. I know. There are so many paranoid androids out there just buying into one conspiracy after another. The fact is this is far from a conspiracy. One of our biggest issues in the near future will disseminating those issues that have long been part of the conspiracy wheel from those issues that are finally coming into full phase.
This from CBS NEWS:
The United States projects a record 4,000 immigrants from so-called “high risk” countries in the Middle East and Asia, will be arrested trying to enter the country illegally this year. Far more will get through. Add to that Mexico’s recent seizures of high powered weapons, including rocket launchers found in Tijuana, and U.S. officials fear a troubling new threat on our porous southern border, reports CBS News correspondent Bill Whitaker. “If it’s so simple for an uneducated, impoverished laborer to come across the border, think about how much easier it is for a highly trained, well financed terrorist,” warns T.J. Bonner, president of the Border Patrol union.
Use your imagination for a moment. It’s been a long holiday weekend. You traveled with your family to see relatives out of town. Perhaps your vehicle is filled with luggage and gifts from family. Speeding down the highway and headed back home you joke and laugh about the wonderful weekend. About your Aunts delicious baked apples and your cousin’s goofy laugh.
Suddenly traffic stacks up in front of you and you hear a loud concussive succession in the near distance, like gunfire. Traffic halts now and you even see a few cars in reverse along the shoulder.
Men with black masks follow the shoulder traffic. They walk meticulously along the edge of the road, on either side of traffic. They point their Kalishnikovs at each car and fire off rounds till nothing inside is alive.
Do you run? Can you run?
They are just a few cars away now. The guns pop and it makes you flinch as you see blood splatter across the glass in the car in front of you. One of the men turns his head to your car and begins walking your way.
The idea that there could be terror cells spread all across our nation already is an incredibly frightening thought but what’s stopping them? The protections put in place have had their teeth removed by lawyers and political correctness.
You say, “so what, so what James what am I gonna do? I don’t have the money to buy aTank.”
I get it this is why I talk about physical fitness. Taking a martial art. Preparing in uncommon yet commonsensical ways. You should be able to run for your life if need be. Since the dawn of man that was a great means of staying alive. Can you run? Can you fight? How about your will? Food, water, and shelter that’s all very important but do you know your next-door neighbors name? How about the one 4 doors down? I will always harp on the community. It is the ultimate preparation.
As far as Jihad is concerned it’s not going away. It’s a religious battle that means only to convert or kill. If you aren’t interested in being at the receiving end of either of those to than please plan accordingly
However you feel about Rick Perry he has been fighting this issue since 2012 and reported on the issue of the “humanitarian” crisis on Fox News Channel:
Perry gave an ominous warning: “We have record high numbers of other than Mexicans being apprehended at the border. These are people that are coming from states like Syria that have substantial connections back to terrorist regimes and terrorist operations. So we’re seeing record, historic high numbers of these individuals being apprehended.” Perry said he warned the Obama administration about the current border chaos in 2012. “We flagged this issue in 2012 and have yet to even have a response as far as I know, from not just, not from the president, but not even from his administration,” he said. Perry criticized the president by adding, “[Obama] is totally and absolutely either inept or making some decisions that are not in the best interest of American citizens, particularly from a public safety standpoint.”
Of course all Muslims aren’t evil. It’s a giant religion. Still, don’t be blind. For your country and your families sake you have to understand that there is a swelling population of radical Muslims all over this world that want nothing more that to cut your head off, kill your sons, rape your daughters and mutilate your wife before turning her into a slave.
Dont run from reality