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Months go by...you get used to the food ration lines....waiving the microchip in your arm to purchase fuel, random stops by the police and military...getting used to see helicopters overhead, and predator drones way up there...

Then one day...you wake up to find a paper slipped under your door...it's from a friend, who got a message through to you...he's living up in the mountains with other freedom fighters..food and medicine is low, and they need help...they have been hunted at night by IR and FLIR carrying drones, guns ships are chasing them down...so they are cold at night, because they can't make fires...they ran out of fuel long ago, and are trying to walk to Canada where they here things are safe...they plan on continuing North to the artic circle if need be until they are free....

You don't tell your wife, she will nix this...and your not sure where your kids stand...new 'education' in the schools, has every kid ratting out his parents and others....

So you slowly save an MRE here, a bandage there...and start to collect some stuff for your friend, but the authorities know this is happening, and they already have your family down to 1500 calories a day to keep the population starving...gardens are illegal, and so is ownership of guns...they have control...

Then one night, your wife comes to you and says your daughter just came home late...she is crying...your wife says your daughter got tired of the curfews and snuck out to see her friends...but she was picked up by a patrol......he shirt is ripped and she has a welt under her eye...she said there was nothing she could do, they said they would take her to a re-education camp if she didn't ''co-operate'...she goes to her room crying...
 
You walk back home with your MREs, a fuel ration card, and you arm hurts from the microchip that's been implanted...
From this morning's NASA TechBrief's e-letter, the latest question of the week:

"This week's question concerns a recent poll that was taken prior to the opening of the CeBIT Trade show that was held in Germany last week. The poll, conducted by the German IT industry lobby group BITKOM, asked participants whether or not they would have a microchip implanted in their body if they derived concrete benefits from it (concrete benefits were defined as assisting medical/fire personnel to rescue you more quickly, making shopping go more smoothly, etc.). One in four said yes. What do you think? Would you have a microchip implanted under your skin if concrete benefits were derived from it? Submit your answer and post your comments at..."

MrB
 
Keep this story coming! Seriously this is great stuff. Although I believe it has much more than just entertainment value. Pay attention people!

Now since the economy is in shambles, and money has become worthless...cash as was once known, is now outlawed..the chip your arm is your new currency, and it repleneshed by the state, that through martial law and anti terrorism statutes, has complete access to all your financial records. The black market, if any exists, is completely based on the barter system.

Because of this, soldiers, in this new military controlled society, have become the biggest black marketeers...as they have control of the resources. Any legal disputes are now handled by the military, where effictively, civil rights, jury trials, don't exist, and tribunals now make decisions...

As you build up your little stash for your friends the hills, you hear over the TV and Radio, now government controlled, that the 'terrorists' in the hills have been routed, captured and sent to education camps...you were good friends and hope that he hasn't been captured....that's when you get a knock on the door....you open it to find two Humvees with mounted chainguns and a squad of soliders asking you to come outside...you ask why...they grab you, flex tie your hands, and put a black mask over your head... and take you away...all you hear is the screaming of your wife and daughter...

Later you find yourself in a small cell...after a solider pulls your mask off...he asks you about the person in the photograph on the table infront of you....it's your friend...he states that your friend is the leader of a cell, that has ambushed, assassinated soliders, stolen supplies and they want you to help find him.

You resist, ask for a lawyer, ask to be charged with something, ask for bail...the soldier laughs and says your under military law....so you stonewall...he says have it your way.....two soliders come in and grab you and strip you naked...then strap you on your back to a table with your head hanging over your back of it...which is hanging over a tub of water....

The interogater asks you again about the location of your friend...you refuse...one of soldiers, tilts up the foot end of your table putting your head under water...the water has ice in it, and not only can you not breathe, but your getting the worst ice cold headache that is immaginable...right before you suffocate to death, they pull you up...he asks you again...you refuse..

This time the solder grabs your testicles, and asks again...you scream in pain, and they dunk you again under the water....

After an hour of this, your resigned to die in this place, this can't be America, where you have no rights, where 'enhanced interogation' is legal...

So you lie...your not a liar but they have forced this on you...you tell them your friend is other there, when he is actualy somewhere else...ect..

Your put into a cell, naked, while they check out the information...it's dark, with no light, but they have pumped loud music into it and just when you can seem to find sleep, they turn on bright strobe lights...so you never sleep...you suspect the food is drugged..

After a few days, you are pulled naked from your cell, and the intergator is not happy...he said they checked your information and it was all bullbubblegum...

on the table is a button and he says 'Push it'...your suspicious...he says 'push it, or I will dunk you in water'....so you push the button and over the loud speaker, you hear you daughter's screaming....she is being raped...

You push the button agan, and the speaker goe's silent...you can't take anymore of this....
 
I'm glad that you wrote your piece - It's important that each of us contributes in whatever way we feel we can in the moment.

Fortunately we have a history of good, honest cops in this country, and that's why I think it can't go down here like it's going in Argentina or (shudder) Mexico.

When people get so poor that they're desperate, then crime skyrockets and life becomes cheap, just like it was throughout most of human history. Check out ferfal's blog for man-in-the-streets insights from Buenos Aires:
http://ferfal.blogspot.com/

Economy-wise, the dollar surely must ultimately implode, but that's not what's happening right now - Deflation is raging, not inflation - and it has a ways to run yet. For financial insights I read:
http://theautomaticearth.blogspot.com/

I heard Mike Ruppert speak recently at the opening of his movie "Collapse," and he for one doesn't believe that the Feds will have the kind of power and reach to do those dictatorial things like gun-grabs or internment camps. It just takes too much resources, and the country will be plain, dead broke.

So, the experts I read say: Get out of debt, get your assets in cash, plan for self-reliance (not self-sufficiency, that's impossible), get your body healthy (lose weight, see the dentist), and get to know your neighbors. REALLY know them.

And one more thing; Chin up. We're 'Mericans, dammit, and we'll get through this together.
 
....the interogator looks you in the eye, and smiles...'so now you will tell me everything...' and you do...you give it all up, where you think your friend is, who his relatives are, and where he said he was going when this whole thing started..you feel like you want to die....you are taken back to your home with you family...as you are dropped off...you wife is crying, you daughter is crying...you go to give her a hug...she glars at you and says 'this is all your fault!'..your wife gives you a look and takes your daughter away...

The front door to your home is broken off the hinges, inside your home is in shambles, they not only searched your home, they looted it....

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Up in the mountains a rag tag bunch of people, dirty and rough looking.. come out of a cave...they are covered in milar, spray painted green to confuse IR and FLIR....most have high powered rifles, some have assault rifles....one has a 50 Cal Robar...


They confer with each other...and start hiking toward the nearest town..through high powered scopes, they see atthe center of town is a circle of humvees and a plattoon of soldiers that convened a town meeting..

One man is being flogged in the square for some transgression, at the horror of the town folk....they see other soliders ransacking homes just off from the square...

Through hand signals, they get set up....everyone's breathing slows down...then accoss the line, you hear 'check 1, check 2, check 3, and so on' at check 7 they all fire...

The first thing the towns people see is seven soldiers, without so much as a sound, all slump in thier vehicles, and fall to the ground....

Stunned, the towns folk, untied the flogged man from this whipping post, and drag him away, the town center clears...

From above...the 7 shooter, take aim on the homes being ransacked at the edge of town...one soldier walks out of a home sensing something amis, and takes a round...and drops..

The members of this resistance, sneak into town, while others keep the now alerted soldiers pinned in thier homes....fuel is siphoned from the humvees and all supplies and radios are put into three humvess and driven up into the hills....the team disperses...

When the Apaches and drones start flying over....they are drawn toward the homing signals in the humvees...figuring that would lead them to the rebel base...a team of commandos repel out of a Black Hawk once a high and low recon has established no rebels in the area...FLIR/IR and motion detectors show no people near buy...the commandos, search the Humvees, give the all clear, and the Black Hawk lands..officers and possibly someone from an agency of somesort debark the helo and look over....

From about 2 miles away...a person with a high powered scope is watching this scene...he pushes a button...three humvees..a BlackHawk, and a platoon of commandos are destroyed by remote IED that pretty much takes out the top of a mountain....

He smiles and disperses....
 
..the news on tv is sobering...wars over oil in the Middle East, economic collapse and rebellion in the US, martial law imposed over most of Europe, refuges moving from one war torn area to the next....

He turns off the TV, gets up to make a drink from the bar on his patio....

From his lounge chair it's very hard to imagine a world gone so far awry...a vollyball game of local girls is getting interesting...he can't really speak the language, something about the ball being in bounds or out of bounds...it's not serious....and they laugh and start playing again...

He throws some steaks on the bar-b-que...not his forte', usualy burned more then cooked..one of the girls comes over, gives him a smile and says something that probably means 'if you want me to eat this, I will have to cook it'. Before you know it, everyone is sitting around eating local bif-steak, potatos, vegetables....the local beer isn't bad, but it makes him fat...so he sticks with Vodka Tonics...the tonic part being a little harder to come buy these days...

Young, tan and fit, the ladies, laugh and joke, and gets to practice his new local language to thier amusement..

He looks around, this was a pretty decent investment, he should have come here years ago...no such thing as an income down here, but everything is paid for, and he has a piece of the local bar, the only one downtown..it's a living, and he gets to meet new people....

He wonders how his friends are doing...the ones that decided to stick it out...he hears rumours of horrible things happening back in the states...he dare not email or write, as all mail is monitored...maybe if they are lucky, they will get out, jump on a boat and come down and see him.

The steak wasn't that bad....someone starts up some music and everyone starts to dance...he tries to but ends up plopping down on a hammock...he looks up...it's that perfect blue sky that can only be found next to the water in the tropics......a warm offshore breeze moves over the beach to his patio...things really couldn't be any better...one of the girls asks him to take a picture....

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...You slowly slide your Kbar back in its sheath. The man who's head and mouth you have gripped from behind slumps slightly, but doesn't fall. Blood oozes from beneath his shirt. Gently you lower him to the ground, not because you are caring, but because you must be quiet. Rolling him a few feet away, you glance at your son beside you, nod, then resume your necessary vigil. He hasn't moved, but he has watched...and learned. It is still four hours until daybreak. For now, you forget about the thing in front of you that used to be a man. Tomorrow, after your neighbor and his son relieve you at your post, you can do what needs to be done.

Several hours later, a few hundred yards away, a row burned out cars, concrete barriers and barbed wire, twisted and mangled, stretch across the town's only road in. Above, a dozen human skulls on ten-foot pikes stare outwards with empty sockets, slowly rotting in the morning sun...offering silent testimony to anyone who would come to lay claim to you, your wife, your family, your friends and neighbors.

A new head has joined them, the red-stained pole beneath it slowly turning black.

Keith
 

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