The Day After

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Wednesday. It happened on Wednesday. We ripped the mongrel dogs from the Houses and the U.S. Capital, in Washington. None of them survived nor did they die, quickly. 

Thursday. We don't know for how long. They are still here, of course. We are surrounded, of course. Almost all locations report heavy military equipment being brought in, throughout the day. They can take us, obviously. 

Friday. Nothing has been said. Some kind of field has been generated around our positions. Our cell phones don't work, now. We've been finding sentries dead - one shot, through the head - in several of the places we hold. No sound was heard. 

Friday. The call finally came. We did the talking - apparently, without opposition. We made it plain that if stormed, we would utterly destroy all the buildings we held - that's ALL of them, attacked, or not. 

We made the explosives in a kitchen sink. We didn't know if they would even work! Thankfully, nether did they. 

During the ensuing two weeks "fluke" after fluke plagued the US forces. They made one, terminal mistake - they forgot to ask their fighters which side they were on! If they planned something we knew about it, before most of them did. 

They were thoroughly infiltrated. They lost. WE WON! 

Monday, 8 Feb 2021. We sit in the oval office. Eight of us. The new rulers of what was the United Police States! We busied ourselves, rifling through top secret documents and contacting former functionaries in order to ask their service, in the new order. I think we actually talked to three of them. Obviously, they were playing us. 

We watched, with a lot more than glee, as the news agencies of the world quite literally went nuts! COUP DE GRAS in America! The government of the USA, decapitated! Several of the articles asked who now controls the vast Nuclear arsenal, held by America. 

We had the thing. We forced it open. Inside, a small yellow light saying 'compromised' flashed. Retinal scanners. Biometric matching. None of the people who could operate the briefcase were still alive. 

We gave up. So, in short, the answer was nobody. The nuclear response capability of this nation may as well have not existed. We cringed, as we realized what had happened was not hard to predict. 

We had only the systems that were online when we stormed the Capital. Several key systems - Norad Nasa - and, of course, all military command routes, were offline. Nobody had a password. We killed them, too. 

From the systems themselves, the awesome power centralized in that building became even more apparent as we needed it, especially the communications portions, and found we did not have it. 

One thing hadn't changed - if we wanted to find out what was going on, we had to tune in the evening news. We couldn't even do that before we managed to get the emergency generators in the basement working. 

Our first night in power was candle lit. There wasn't much food around. We ordered Chinese. It did not arrive. Imagine that. 

Somebody found a pair of binoculars and from the tip of the dome we saw a perimeter, at about two miles in all directions, ringed by Abrams tanks and light infantry vehicles, facing outward. It was a long way off, but it looked like a sea of heads surrounded that perimeter. 

All across the nation, people were howling for blood - O U R blood. As others rejoiced. Someone said, "America may be down, but she is not out." 

Our founder had been silent, passing most of his time delegating authority and responsibility to others. He arose, from the president's chair. Silence, fell. We were beginning to realize... 

"There will be an official meeting at 4 pm. Inflate your shoes. Tighten up your wigs. You will never forget, today." He walked out. 

4 pm 

"I never really thought this day would come. Well, here it is. I will stand, tall. I will face it. You, will not like it. 

"This will not work. None of you are very smart. Just patriotic, that's all. But now, three days in, even the dumbest, among you, is beginning to realize this is a ******* joke - that it has not been, and will not be done - period.

"It's just like the guy that married the prettiest girl. THEN he realized he would have to keep her... 

"I set all of you up. I used you. I do not, apologize! 

"I did this to re-unite the country I love so much. I provided the common enemy that can be the basis, of a new consensus. This will play out! 

"The ******* morons will come together, in order to save America. If we are not executed we will pass the remainder of our days, in a cell. You guys are some red necked mother *******. You say you will die, for your country. I say put up, or shut up!" 

Jared stood up, his body seeming to tremble "You.. this... was never real? We have come so far! Now you... want us to just quit?" 

"The difference between a warrior and a soldier is a soldier fights, and dies, when he is told. We will win this battle via magic - not force of arms. We will win! While only seeming to lose." 

Staring, almost mumbling, Jared asked "Have you lost your ******* mind... or, what?" 

"Perhaps. Or, maybe while everyone else was fighting amongst ourselves, I did something that can bring us back together... unless some stupid boy like you screws it up." 

Our founder's brains were suddenly all over the far wall, totally messing up some really nice old paintings. Jared was a gun freak, and a quick draw artist... 

Hey. Hey YOU! - YOU, out there, trying to bite the hand that feeds you; trying to rip the vagina that gave you LIFE, apart... 

Just what the FUCK, is wrong with you? Do you really lack the intelligence that is required to think, just one day past your "success?" What will you use to replace, what you destroy? 

A King, named Donald?

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