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There is nothing greater than writing & creating something from nothing. It's the closest thing to the divine! I have lived in many cultures and it has given me a love for the differences amongst people. I hope you will read the material posted here and open your mind to some stories that might just read YOU!
Date / Time: 4/28/2008 2:11 PM UTC
I became interested in the topic of my new novel, Nimrod Rising, when I returned back to the United States in 1995 to live here after having lived abroad for over 17 years. America had changed so much and the values the nation had cherished seemed to have disappeared to a great extent. One night, back in 1995, I remember so well, I sat down and started writing out of a consuming need to research and describe what had come about in America to provoke the change I saw. In short, the result of hours and 12 years of work was possibly the most powerful book you may well ever read, Nimrod Rising. Nimrod Rising is a work of fiction based on truth. No one knows what the terms, 666 or Antichrist really mean. We can only put together what seems historically and biblically logical. Nimrod Rising is not a Christian novel, but does declare its premise to be based on what I believe to be truth in the Bible. It is scary, not so much for its content as because it is such a timely and realistic story. I do not write material for the purpose of making people afraid. I like to think that I tell the truth and the truth scars them. All the background about Nimrod is true and factual as well as the scenarios of war. We are more than mere accidents on this tiny planet. I think anyone who feels that they want to know more about why they are here and the inquisitive soul who loves history and whose imagination needs stimulus and challenge will love this book. Also, readers who have suffered things for which they may never have an answer could find a few very helpful explanations about the things we cannot explain. I myself am one of those. I think it is important that young adults read Nimrod Rising. Today, our children, the heritage of our race as humans, are being taught how to have sex, encouraged to engage in things concerning sexuality and to accept things that once were held as categorically wrong. Those taught in such an atmosphere need to see what may be the motivations of those who teach as right that which was once held as completely abhorred. Nimrod Rising will cause you to pose those questions that we never pose to ourselves without such a challenge. Read Nimrod Rising - Unsought Gifts Part One aand watch as Alex Meafield gives himself over to Perdition's beckon call. It's as real as it gets!Nimrod Rising - Unsought Gifts Part One1995The weather was scorching in Islamabad. As the parade of terrorists unfolded down the street, Alex Maefield worked alongside his teammates very carefully distributing their literature to any who cared to take it. Everyone seemed to be in a trance. All the faithful seemed to take no notice of the piece of Elyon’s Word that they had taken and thrown to the ground. They all seemed more enthralled by the huge photos of their hero and rising murderous star, Osama Ben Laden training his teams of terrorists across the border in Afghanistan, and historic national father, Mohammed Ali Jenna, the founder of the nation of Pakistan. These photos were carried down the street by the black-hooded parade of Jihadists who represented the militant form of Islam that was festering and growing throughout the country and the whole Muslim world. Alex had the strongest urge to jump in front of the line with them and lead them into every corner of the globe! He knew that out of the remnants present in this show of Wahabi Muslim fervor would come a force that would have as its very public but completely ignored goal the destruction of the Western World! The true face of terror was to destroy the person of Elyon and remove the Watcher of Elyon set to guard the tree of life so that the Master could enter in. It would mean the black-hooded face of terror would have to be spread throughout the entire world. There could be no more Geneva Conventions! It would be survival and the supposed “temporary” lifting of certain rights for the sake of success! This force would eventually build its web of underground tunnels, and cells to breed its haters of Elyon like evil germs dividing and expanding its network right under the nose of a pacified society. A son would lead the Swarm and unite and implant it to do the Master’s terror at will. A father would eventually tear it apart. Alex heard a jet plane flying low overhead. He looked up and saw a 757 flying into a tall building close to the parade. The explosion made the skin on Alex’s face wave back and forth. He fell to the ground and screamed. He could see the face of Lucia in the flames leaping from the two towers that tumbled to the ground.“Everyone, GET DOWN!” Alex Screamed.Alex looked up and saw the ground open up. He saw human-like things flowing out of the cracks in the ground created by the falling towers. They wore turbans for crowns, had long flowing hair like that of women and wore the bearded faces of men. Across their chests were jackets of C4 and wires and the determination to die for their Master! They poured out of the cracks like a supernatural infestation of locusts, and no one else could see them! They all looked in Alex Maefield’s direction and bowed to the ground chanting, “The prophet is with us, the Peygamber has come!” They would spread out and gather together, plan and await their day to be released to induce a torment that could never be completely eradicated in the future, a future which was flashing before Alex’s eyes, as he lay flat on his back on the ground! Alex opened his eyes and saw the parade going forward. His teammates who were close by had seen Alex fall and heard him scream. He looked up and saw them, as well as the parade going forward as it had been before he saw the crash. Only he himself had felt it! Alex stood up and tried to get his bearings. He was getting used to all of these weird things going on in his head. He walked along the parade line. He came up to an area where there were many different types of Army hardware on display in the parade. Alex looked at a tank that had been purchased from an international arms dealer who only dealt in Israeli things that went “boom!” He watched the tanks all in formation, and then one of them left the line, and then another, and another, until they were all pointed in different directions. Alex heard the shells being loaded into the massive chambers. He saw the tanks apply their brakes; they then fired in every direction and, within seconds, the city turned to rubble! Again Alex screamed and covered his face. He slowly removed his hand from his face. He lifted his head and the muted sounds all around him suddenly came to life. He saw tanks, again in formation, traveling along the parade route. Two of his teammates again saw Alex as he was seeing something that no one else could see. One of them was Sally Michael. Alex walked back to the base. He had to get some time to figure it all out. He needed information…_____________________________________________________________________Nimrod Rising! - Is This Really The World You Knew As A Child
______________________________________________________________________News had spread fast in the seemingly technologically-advanced grapevine that was the Vineyard. They had heard that Alex had received the gift of the laying on of hands. “Alex could heal and the spirit of the Apostle Paul was upon him!” people were saying.Several were impressed and admired Alex, but most of the team members were afraid of him and insisted that he was possessed with the devil. Alex agreed with the last opinion. As far as Alex was concerned, it all gave him a massive headache, and he knew that whatever it was that had given him these powers, it was not from Elyon. Alex had a serious case of confusion and depression that frightened him. A certain part of it all had challenged and energized him by his sudden endowment of miraculous powers. The other part of him felt dirty and apostate. Alex knew that what he had seen and the way he had exercised the gift of healing was more than a spiritual gift. It came from Alex himself! Alex had produced it! He had seen into the spiritual world, which was operating within a new hidden world about to be revealed! Deep inside Alex Maefield’s heart, he knew he had not received anything that he had not already possessed. Abaddon was simply bringing out of him what had simply been latent within him since birth, wherever that had been. “My faith! There’s something exciting about leaving everything behind! Faith?” Alex thought. “In whom shall I believe? Myself? Was it not me and from within me that these things were done?”He believed in Elyon wholeheartedly, but a certain voice in a certain corner of his mind, and in the corner of his right eye, questioned and made him wonder who this Elyon was. “Don’t worry, my peygamber, the Master believes in Elyon too and hates him.” Abaddon declared behind Alex’s eye. Was Elyon someone who would let the masses starve and decay while having the power to change it? Was He this evil thing stuck in Alex’s eye? Something made Alex know that even in the midst of the fear that had invaded his mind, somehow everything was exactly as it was supposed to be. He was supposed to have done the things that had transpired on the way to Islamabad. Who cared how they were done? A dead man was alive now! A man’s family will eat another day because his horse could walk again!“How could it not be of Elyon?”Of course he would be told that he was rationalizing, and, of course, he was. “Is it really who I am?” Alex reflected.Alex had always overcome doubt by believing that working for Elyon in the midst of insult and skepticism was the true exercise of his faith. Not now. This time it was his own voice. It was his own mind that was plagued by fear and trembling and he wouldn’t have it any other way! How could he argue with himself or with that thing that kept on popping up in the corner of his right eye? He had always had that neatly tucked away fear. Perhaps one day, after having maligned other faiths and persuading many to come to Christ, he would wake up in the midst of an angry Elyon with Mohammed’s hands stretched around his throat forebodingly glaring down on him! Alex had consistently fought off his latent, yet natural inclination to think intellectually. There was that voice that always said, “You can’t know for sure.”He now wondered if that voice had not been Abaddon all along. “You have to believe like a little child!” Alex always told himself.Yet, even as a little child, Alex never believed easily. He was not exactly a doubting Thomas. He was pragmatist. He was logical, though he had taught himself not to be. He had learned to believe, but he had always had a somehow inert knowledge of where the world was ultimately headed. The thing had all gone wrong in the world and it was heading toward the Master. He had worked at it! Alex had learned to put logical reason so far away from him that even now it seemed easier for him to say that he had had it all wrong than to believe that this was an attack from Satan. That would be far too reasonable!“This was an attack from the evil one!” Alex thought briefly. “Was there really an evil one down there? Was this thing stuck in the corner of his right eye really there? Could an evil one do good unto others?” as Alex had been allowed to do today.“Was it possible,” as Abaddon had said, “That there was a divine creature embodying both good and evil?”Right now, that proposition made more sense to Alex than the Judeo-Christian Elyon at war with a created egotistical fallen cherub. “Man does both good and evil. Why not Elyon also?” The thought caused Alex to clutch the sides of his head in confusion and guilt. What was going to happen next...?Steven Clark Bradley's Stories That Read You!Steven Clark Bradley's Underground ControversySteven Clark bradley inspiredauthor.com/promotionSteven Clark Bradley - Published Authors.comSteven Clark Bradley at Blog Talk Radio.comSteven Clark bradley at Communati.com
Steven Clark Bradley at Inspired Author.comSteven Clark Bradley - Nimrod RisingAuthor Steven Clark BradleyAll of Steven Clark Bradley's novels are widely available all over the net. Here are a few links to help you read these exciting stories now.Amazon.combooksamillion.compowells.combordersstores.combarnesandnoble.comcopperfields.com Nimrod Rising - As Real As It Gets!
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The Ethnic Presidency:
How does race decides the campaign for the White House?
Book Description
The role that racial and ethnic issues play in influencing—and often ultimately deciding—presidential elections past, present, and future is analyzed in this explosive and hard-hitting study. The history of race on the campaign trail is addressed, with special attention paid to the last three decades of presidential platforms.
The Ethnic Presidency is an explosive look at how racial and ethnic conflict has openly and covertly played a crucial role the past three decades in influencing, shaping and ultimately deciding who bags the world’s biggest political prize, the White House. It tells how racial politics will play an even bigger role in the 2008 presidential election and future elections.
The Ethnic Presidency examines Obama-mania, the Hillary and Bill factor, the soaring Latino vote, the silent but potent Asian-American vote, the immigration wars, the GOP’s love-hate relationship with black and Latino America, and Bush’s effort to recast the GOP from a clubby, ole white guys party to a party of racial diversity.
Here is a sampling of questions The Ethnic Presidency poses and answers:
Will America accept a black president? Can Obama be that president?
Will America accept a woman president? Can Hillary be that president?
How the GOP played the Southern Strategy through Presidents Nixon to George W. Bush to repeatedly win the White House. Can and will they abandon it in 2008
Did blacks and Latinos elect Bush?
Have the Democrats taken the black and Latino vote for granted?
Why have Presidential candidates other than John Edwards avoided making poverty an issue?
Why immigration will be a stealth factor in the 2008 campaign. And did it help or hurt John McCain?
About the Author - EARL OFARI HUTCHINSON - BIOGRAPHY
Earl Ofari Hutchinson is a nationally acclaimed author and political analyst. His columns have appeared in the Chicago Tribune, the Los Angeles Times, Newsday, the Philadelphia Inquirer, the San Francisco Chronicle, and the Washington Post. He is the associate editor at New American Media and the author of The Assassination of the Black Male Image; Betrayed: A History of Presidential Failure to Protect Black Lives; Beyond O.J.: Race, Sex and Class Lessons for America; Blacks and Reds: Race and Class in Conflict, 1919–1990; The Crisis in Black and Black; The Disappearance of Black Leadership; and The Latino Challenge to Black America. He lives in Los Angeles.
Mr. Hutchinson established his reputation an author, a syndicated columnist, a political analyst and a commentator. He has been a frequent guest on Hannity and Colmes, The O’Reilly Factor, The Big Story, EXTRA, and numerous CNN News and Talk Shows.
Mr. Hutchinson was a regular commentator on CNBC’s The Dennis Miller Show. He has been a guest on the Today Show, Dateline, The Lehrer Hour, and BET News, America’s Black Forum. Mr. He is a frequent commentator for the American Urban Broadcast Network and Ed Gordon’s News and Notes on NPR.
EARL OFARI HUTCHINSON is a featured columnist for:
www.BlackNews.comwww.BlackAmericaWeb.comwww.Alternet.org
He is also associate editor of New America Media. His op-ed columns appear in the Baltimore Sun, L.A. Times, Los Angeles Daily News, Washington Post, Chicago Tribune, Newsday, the Philadelphia Inquirer, the San Francisco Chronicle, and the Christian Science Monitor, and other major newspapers.
EARL OFARI HUTCHINSON is the author of nine books which include:
-Black and Reds: Race and Class in Conflict, 1919-1990 -Betrayed: A History of Presidential Failure to Protect Black Lives -The Assassination of the Black Male Image -Beyond O.J.: Race, Sex and Class Lessons For America -The Crisis in Black and Black -The Disappearance of Black Leadership
Excerpt from The Ethnic Presidency by Earl Ofari Hutchinson
It was both a glorious and daunting moment for President Lyndon Baines Johnson in June 1964. Following months of bitter Congressional floor fights, fire eating speeches, and threats of a Congressional walk-out by Southern Democrats, Johnson got what he jawboned, prodded, pleaded and cajoled Congress for weeks to do. It passed the 1964 Civil Rights Bill. The bill marked the official end of legal segregation in America. It also spelled the end of the near century long political dominance of the Democrats in the South. Johnson, the ever pragmatic politician that he was, knew his civil rights victory came with a steep price.
The price was that race would play a colossal role both overtly and covertly in massaging and shaping American politics for years to come. In a memorable and visionary quote that would ring true for the coming decades, Johnson told an aide after he signed the bill, “I think we delivered the South to the Republican Party for your lifetime and mine.” In the five decades before Johnson’s smash victory over Republican presidential candidate Goldwater in November 1964, the Democrats had carried Southern states more than 90 percent of the time in presidential elections. After his election, and for the next three decades, it was almost the exact opposite. They lost the South more than 70 percent of the time.
Johnson need look no further than his own landslide election victory in November 1964 for proof of the dramatic reversal of political fortunes for the Democrats in the South. Of the six states that Goldwater won, five were in the South. In Mississippi the vote against Johnson was even more lopsided than his national wipe-out of Goldwater. The GOP candidate got seven times more votes than Johnson in the state as late as 1964. They were all white votes. Most blacks were still barred from the polls in the state. They were also GOP votes. In reality they were white protest votes. The protest was against Johnson’s tout of civil rights. Race mattered a lot to white Mississippians and other white Southerners. In fact, it appeared that it was the only thing they cared about.
Johnson was undaunted by the rise of the GOP and the racial polarization that figured so heavily in that surge. He continued to push Congress on civil rights. It passed the voting rights act in 1965, and, stirred in part by the murder of Martin Luther King, Jr., passed another civil rights bill in 1968. He prodded Congress to earmark millions of dollars to fight a war on poverty. Many Southern whites and conservatives saw it as a massive government giveaway of their tax dollars to subsidize undeserving poor blacks and Latinos.
The rage of white Southerners and conservatives over the perceived giveaway to the poor, the expansion of government bureaucracy, the urban riots that rocked America’s big cities and black militant protests prompted an even bigger exodus of whites to the GOP in the late 1960s. Nixon, and later Reagan and Bush Sr. masterfully tweaked, honed, and fine-tuned a public weariness over civil rights concessions, righteous indignation over big government, and rampant government spending on social programs, into a coherent political strategy to attack the Democrats. That further shaped and defined the national political debate.
They also coined well-crafted code words, euphemisms, smear attacks on special interests, and the Democrats. That transformed the GOP into the emerging GOP majority. The Democrats were clueless at how to counter the GOP racial endgame. They fought back with a weak and hapless defense of government social programs, lapsed into silence, or tried vainly to mimic the GOP on racial matters. That played into the GOP’s hands and further guaranteed its political dominance for the decade of the 1980s.
Clinton read the political leafs and figured out that to beat the GOP he’d have to rip big pages from their playbook. He openly admitted that he had to lop off a big segment of the suburban middle-class to win. Clinton deftly repackaged Nixon’s angry and alienated forgotten Americans who were always a euphemism for white workers, ethnics, and the middle-class, into the abandoned middle-class. He twisted Nixon’s cry for law and order into a demand for thousands more cops, tougher laws, and an expanded death penalty. Clinton transformed Reagan’s blister of welfare queens into a call to mend a broken welfare system. He redefined Regan’s trickle down economics into a call for a third path on economic restructuring and fiscal conservatism.
Yet despite the naked co-opt of the GOP’s best political lines, he was still a Democrat and there were stylistic differences in how Democrats and Republicans approached their constituencies and who their constituencies were. In the case of the Democrats they still had to pay lip service to civil rights and social programs. Clinton parlayed his gift for gab, personal charm and infectious charisma, not to mention the ravenous hunger of blacks to get a Democrat back in the White House after the Reagan and Bush years, into a political swoon for him among blacks. His political one-upmanship of the GOP earned him the eternal hatred of Republicans who perceived that he was beating them at their own game.
By the end of the Clinton White House years in 1992, Bush Jr. realized that racial issues, subtle and overt, were still a powerful, defining force in American politics. The Southern Strategy was still the GOP’s political ace in winning the White House. But the changing ethnic demographics in America, along with more blacks expressing anger and disgust at abortion, gay marriage, and crime, as well as the surge in Latino voters opened up fresh political possibilities for the GOP.
The GOP could even have it both ways. They could employ the Southern Strategy to maintain the firm backing of Southern white males. At the same time, they could court blacks and Latinos. They’d make their standard religious and moral values appeal to Southern whites and conservatives while subtly playing on their unease and fear over welfare, crime, affirmative action, and black political control. It could flip the political card and make the same religious and moral values pitch to conservative blacks and Latinos, as well as pump small business, homeownership and promise to increase the number of black and Latino appointments. This would marginally increase its black and Latino support. . .
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Date / Time: 4/5/2008 7:40 AM UTC
What Do You Think...?
There are some stark days ahead for the United States its efforts to stop the Islamic Republic of Iran from developing nuclear weapons. There is an intrinsic need to deal with Iran which is in the process of building a nuclear reactor and enriching uranium that it says would be used for its energy needs. Now we see that this nation has been thrust upon the world stage and is now at the center of international debate regarding its nuclear ambitions.
Therefore, it is only logical that we should take a look at whether this fanatical Shiite State should be allowed to possess such technology. Does a land that is sitting on a sea of oil really have energy needs that could not be met by its massive reserve of crude? Would it be wise to trust the nation that launched the present wave of terror through out the world in 1979 with a nuclear arsenal? Can we continue to work closely with any nation, such as Russia, that would help Iran to achieve this goal? These are questions that must be answered.
I present to you, "Strategic Planning" a chapter from Patriot Acts, my next novel. Tell me, do you know those who truly have the nation's best interests in mind. Can you recognize them immediately? Even the most naive ill-prepared of men, since the nation's conception, had played the role by sheer virtue of the weight of such a burden the office bequeathed to the most powerful ruler in the tinderbox that was the world. The office is bigger than the man and forces either the growth of stature and inspiration or disasters of great magnitude which change the world forever.
Read about the President of the United States of America, Christopher A. Tate in the vice grips of a crisis that is devastating in its proportions. Live the workings of the office and of those set on bringing down the Republic. Whatever one of us does, for a brother or a sister, completely disregarding their color, faith or creed, that is what makes up Patriot Acts.
April 15, 2009 2:15 PM
It seemed as if the room was lit brighter than usual. Today there would be no Biographer or Official Photographer during this ‘Top Secret’ Cabinet meeting. Both were only allowed into the room for the introduction and then were politely excused from the room and the door was locked behind them. Strategically speaking, the White House had gone black, deep down into the dark reaches of secrecy; the concealment from which wars are born. The administration was hunkered down and had not let nary a peep out to the press that America was about to undergo a crisis that would make the Cuban Missile Crisis appear to be a day at Disneyland.
The air in this commanding room was always one of officialdom and supremacy, but today, with the present state of affairs that were both historic and tumultuous, the room took on an atmosphere of insecurity, turbulence and out-and-out calamity.
The walls were blessed with the presence of portraits of historic figures and placid scenes of a simpler and a far more hopeful day for the young nation called the last, best hope of man. On a normal day, these metaphors caused the men and women who met there to take pause before any decisions were taken that would eventually affect the nation for ill or for gain. Today, the same precaution came over those who had single-filed into the room, but also it seemed to each one that the pictures appeared murkier than usual and the vista that had always made their underpaid and often overworked jobs in the Administration worth the frustration was not so ceremonial today and made them all look beyond the status of their positions and realize that they held the future of the nation in their trembling hands. The table itself gave a luster of authority to the serene stress that pervaded the room at every meeting of the talking heads. Today, heads were not talking! Instead, hearts wanted to fail and groans could be heard exuding from the mouths of the President’s cabinet members in the form of pleas for ideas, solutions, plans of attack, threats and Armageddon scenarios!
There would be no phone calls to the President during this meeting except from the chosen few and only those relating to the issue at hand, an issue that threatened to make this meeting perhaps the last meeting they may ever have if they could not stop the nation from drifting toward disaster. They had to strangle the enemy before it surrounded them! For now, they all sat there opening their files, closing them and opening them again as though they had to make themselves believe what their eyes were reading as they were about to discuss the various war plans and attack plans that could add up to their only prospects.
President Tate sat in his seat and stared straight ahead at the fireplace where a porcelain design of George Washington reposed portraying the first President of the United States bowed to one knee in the snowy field at Valley Forge with his men surrounding him in humble prayer. President Tate looked from the left to the right at those he himself had chosen to lead the nation. He looked at everyone seated at the table directly and the spoke his first words amongst those who so vitally needed to see him lead in a way he had not as yet been forced to do in his still young administration.
“I have seen a lot of them in this old mansion.”
Everyone stared at him with a look of fear that Tate was losing his nerve, the quality that had got him elected in the first place.
“The portraits I mean. I’ve seen a lot of them. But none have affected me more since the first day I saw it up close as that one on the staircase of JFK with his arms folded and his face pointed downward and expressing something that was not even close to depression, my friends! His is a look that we all should have today, this day that we all prayed would never present itself, but somehow knew it surely would! No, Kennedy’s face is one of complete determination to find a resolution to the crisis of his day. His was neither dejection nor retreat but a profound burrowing into the tender regions of his heart and finding the tenacity and resolution to fulfill his oath to preserve, protect and defend! Let us emulate him this day.”
Tate then shook himself loose of the profundity and got to the business at hand.
“What we have here is an ultimatum. I fear we are being placed in a noose that if allowed to be placed around our necks will strangle us into superpower mush! Let me defer to Jamie O’Rourke.”
“Mr. President, We have thought it would be significant to take a good look at the various facilities around the nation of Iran. Now, we cannot destroy them all, but we need to determine which ones are of vital interest to these crazy people and which ones should be classified as high value targets for our munitions. In addition, their most developed plants are deep underground and would require Nuke Bunker Busters to take them out. Mr. President, I yield the floor to National Security Advisor Blake. Roger, its all yours.”
“Mr. President, I have put together a video brief that details the level of threat that each nuclear facility present to the United States.”
The National Security Advisor pressed a button and a screens set up in front of each cabinet member lit up and the brief began to describe the two facilities, which posed the greatest threat to the US.
“First of all, there is the facility at Arak. Mr. President, the existence of a secret nuclear facility at Arak was revealed during a press conference by the representative office of the National Council of Resistance of Iran held in Washington DC, in mid-August 2006. It is located at the Qatran Workshop near the Qara-Chai river in the Khondaub region, in Central Iran, 150 miles south of Tehran.”
“According to National Council of Resistance of Iran, a front organization, named the Mesbah Energy Company, has been used to prevent unwanted disclosures. The headquarters of the Mesbah Energy Company are located in Tehran.”
“On 12 December 2006, The Institute for Science and International Security (ISIS) released an issue brief expressing concern that Iran is trying to develop "The capability to make separated plutonium and highly enriched uranium, the two main nuclear explosive materials." ISIS acquired satellite imagery of a site near the town of Arak. It is at this site where a plant produces heavy water. Heavy water is used to moderate the nuclear chain reaction in one type of nuclear reactor, that could be used either for civilian power production or to produce bomb materials. The nuclear reactor that was under construction at Bushehr at the time is now fully operational. It does not use heavy water nor do current Iranian research reactors need it in amounts that would justify construction of such a facility. The only logical conclusion, therefore is that this plant was built for the express purpose of building nuclear weapons. We have concluded that the Tactical weapons that have entered this country were produced in the Arak plant and its sub-plants.”
~~~
“I can’t do this Fisher, but I can’t say no either! That’s my family they have in the palms of their hands! How could you expect me to say no!”
“Listen Dog, I did a lot of extensive training in my line of work. Yea, we were taught that there were several lethal places in the human body that demanded hardly any pressure to kill someone. I did my share and yours too in the field. Yet, the best training I ever got was not how to kill, but how to stay alive! They are going to take you away from here today and you have to stay alive for your family and for your country!”
“You aren’t going to kill Tate? After all you’ve gone through?”
“I never said that, but I believe timing is everything. I’ll probably decide that when I see him. Your job is to get me alone with him. You have to play the part with this Mason Ball. My God, you played the poker face perfectly at Anvil Mountain, you’ve got to get in the game again. If your family lives and you die what use will you be to them. From here on out you are Mr. Cooperation, Got it?”
“Mr. President, construction of the heavy water production plant at Khondab near Arak was reportedly begun in 2004 by the Atomic Energy Organization of Iran (AEOI). The heavy water plant at Arak is reportedly using the Girdler Sulphide process. The location of the facility was reportedly determined by the need for large quantities of water, which can be easily supplied by the Qara-Chai River.”
“Natanz is located between Isfahan and Kashan in central Iran. The facility is reportedly 100 miles north of Isfahan, and is located in old Kashan-Natanz, near a village called Deh-Zireh, itself located about 25 miles southeast of Kashan, and falls under the jurisdiction of the Governor's Office of Kashan.”
“Will you look at this Dog? They are really doing their homework about casualties. They plan on putting the weapons in strategic locations to bring down all three branches of the Federal Government!
“Yes, five in the White House, ten in the Capital Building, five at the Supreme Court and ten at the Pentagon! The country will be without a government and no one will have their finger on the strategic nukes!” “You can bet that Garret will try to put his thumb on the trigger!” Fisher predicted. “Ball will have the codes we need Dog and you have to get them to me. There is an underground tunnel that Johnson used to use to get out of the White House for some privacy. It’s been closed for thirty years.”
“You’re crazy Harrison! I’ve heard about that tunnel. It’s been blown up more times than I care to imagine! That could be really dangerous!”
“Oh, yea, danger. Tell me what is not dangerous about anything we’ve done in the past twenty years!? While you’re at it, tell me a better way to get to Tate and to kill him if you have one…! I didn’t think so. Just get me into the tunnel and I’ll do my thing! ... Steven Clark Bradley
Patriot Acts!
(A Work In Progress)
Aren't we all?
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