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March 6, 2028

Headline:
CRAZED ELDERLY VIETNAM VETERAN ATTACKS COMBINED MEETING OF CONGRESS ON HOMEMADE "LITTLE RASCAL" ASSAULT VEHICLE!

By
Ima Goodsheep
Staff reporter and all around good person

"My America is gone, this is a sham government!" "Can't you fools see?" Suspected terrorist, T LEE yelled over and over, as he was uncermoniousy dragged from the room by United States Police Force and Homeland Security officers., "My America is gone, this is a sham government!".

In a later interview he said, " This all started back in the beginning of this century when the American people decided that the government was better equipped to care for it's subject's than they were." "I WANT MY AMERICA BACK FOR MY GRANDCHILDREN!".

Obviously delusional, Mr. Lee will not be charged with any criminal act, rather the benevolent government has decided to send him to a re-education camp within the confines of the new "Mental Health and Rehabilitaion Center in the former state of California, now run for our benifit by the government of Azatlan. An official from the government office of "Good Thoughts" would only state, "Poor old delusional fool, he needs to be made aware of the new reality. I feel sorry for him, living in the dark past like that."

This man obviousy has not been watching TV in the last 20 years or so, thus he has not kept up on the new standards of this county and some how must have missed out on the retraining offered through the various "Homeland Security" and "Patriot Act" agencies that afford the public information on how to accept the fact that we must listen to the government in order to maintain our national security while allowing the citizens of other nation's free and easy acess to our great land. I mean, where else are we going to get all those factory workers, laborors, farm workers and great gardners?

T Lee, well done. You should write a book. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Update on attack on The Council of Government Affairs
The National Enquirer
A subsidary of the U.S. News Service
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March 7, 2028

By
Ima Goodsheep
Staff reporter and all around good person

In a suprise follow up about Florida resident T LEE and his ASSAULT on the joint meeting of the Council of Government Affairs. (called simply, The Congress before yesterdays renaming by unanimous vote of all members of the council). Amoung his personal possions he carried with him were copys of the archiac documents called the Constitutoin, Bill of Rights and something called "The Federalist Papers", investigators are looking into charges of sedition based on these finding as well as for his possesion of an outdated Florida Sportsmans License and Concealed Weapons and Firearms permit. These items and their use have been outlawed by your government, for your own safety and protection for over 15 years.

The most stunning find however was the fact that he also had in his possesion an antique, but still workable and extreemly powerfull "GUN", a COLT AUTOMATIC PISTOL calibre 32 smokeless rimless.
This easily hidden DEADLY WEAPON can be carried almost undected in a pocket or under a shirt and serves absolutly no use in the Nation. Additionaly, these awful items have been outlawed for almost twenty years. How he came to posses this weapon of mass destruction is still under investigation by the U.S. Police Force. They have also searched his residence in Florida and discovered a large ARSENAL of SEMI-AUTOMATIC fire arms and a quanity of ammunition for them, all manner of powerful weapons were found from .22lr up to an amazing .45 acp "COP KILLER" ARMY TYPE pistol. Also found was a pair of .22lr and MAGNUM caliber bolt action "SNIPER TYPE" rifles with BLACK stocks (easier to hide at night) and mounted with telescopic sights. These weapons were deemed by officials as having no purpose other than KILLING people.

It is apparent that Mr. Lee was a dangerous individual hiding amongst us as a meek old pensioner just waiting for the chance to commit horrible crimes against humanity in general and specifically, our benevolent Government and it's Loyal Party Members in particular.

Asked for comment, his 37 year old Grandson stated: "Grandpop has always been kind of a loner, he only belonged the the now defunct *National Rifle Association and a couple of other gun and shooting organizations. He did take me shooting at the State Wildlife shooting range when I was a kid, but I was able to overcome my desire for such things as school taught us about the evil of weapons, especially guns".

It was also learned late in the day that he was a frequent contributer to the now outlawed internet bulletin boards of the last part of the 20th century and unbelievably, even early years of this century, such seditious sites as "Shootersville, 24hour campfire and shooters.com.", how he was missed in the round up of known individuals that haunted these terrible sites is also a mystery and is under internal investigation by the USSP (United States Secret Police). One official who chose to remain anonymous, commented,"This is obviously a case of the ball being dropped, the person responsible for this will be found! Heads will roll when they are!"

*These once powerfull organizations were disbanded and ruled illegal under the revised Patriot Act of 2007 as were the so called internet bulletin board services that did not adhere strictly to Government guidelines for politically correct communications. The Editor.

T Lee, you have to add in there somewhere how members of the pro-terrorist group, the NRA, were classified as terrorists, and stripped of their US citizenship under PATRIOT II. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

The National Enquirer
A subsidiary of the U.S. News Service
The OFFICIAL Voice of your Government
March 7, 2028

By
Ima Goodsheep & Joust A. Follower
Staff reporters and all around good people


In an effort to educate our readers (those that can read please
read to your friends and neighbors) following the terrible events of
yesterday at the Council of Government Affairs meeting by the
deranged man, we offer this historical insight.

Just 25 short years ago there were seditionist organizations
active in the U.S., among these was the National Rifle
Association, a group that demanded the right to keep and bear
arms of all the ridiculous thoughts. Along with them there were
other groups such as the Single Action Shooters Society,
American Gunsmiths Society, Pink Pistols, Second Amendment
Sisters, Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership, Gun
owners of America (How can they call themselves American and
GUN OWNERS in the same sentence?)as well as several other
like groups. Not only that, but the internet was rampant with
delusional people declaring that they had the RIGHT to own
GUNS and even hunt and KILL poor wild animals.

Well thankfully, your forward thinking and benevolent
Government and it's dedicated party members had the foresight
to demand ALL firearms owners turn in their GUNS, after a few
brief and minor skirmishes this goal was accomplished by our
beloved co-leaders Presidents Hillary and Diana Finestone. By
Government edict martial law was declared and all members of
the above mentioned groups were declared TERRORISTS and
rounded up and sent to RE-EDUCATION CAMPS in the Southwest
desert country of AZATLAN. (Formerly Arizona, New Mexico and
California)

However it seems a very few like Mr. Lee fell through the cracks
in the system. Renewed efforts by the USSP will undoubtedly
root out any delusional final holdouts and deal with them
accordingly, as they have with Mr. Lee.

Thankfully the final chapter to the many unsafe early years of
this country will soon be written. As you read this, there are new
and more progressive lesson plans being given to all schools in
the country to put into use as soon as next week. All mention of
the archaic "Constitution and Bill of Rights" will be removed with
the exception of limited access by learned and trusted scholars
within the Party for research purposes.

No mention of weapons will be allowed and any infraction will be
dealt with severely, There will be ZERO tolerance of wrong
thinking, we simply cannot allow our children to be exposed to
such barbarous thoughts, we must protect the children from the
horrors of free thought and any ideas that their government
would do them harm or limit their right to all public entitlements.

Our future rests with the children and they must not be confused
by these archaic principles that have no meaning in this country
today. Better we raise the bar in learning to read, write and do
mathematics, at least at the old 5th grade level, rather than fill
their heads with nonsense. They must be able to balance their
credits account and communicate with their superiors in a
cognizant way! They must be able to understand the government
handouts without the use of cartoons. I mean, how can you
watch TV without being able to read the recommended viewing
list provided by your government?

T LEE,

From the looks of this I guess you'll be seeing me out there in AZATLAN, <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

"No mention of weapons will be allowed and any infraction will be
dealt with severely, There will be ZERO tolerance of wrong
thinking, we simply cannot allow our children to be exposed to
such barbarous thoughts, we must protect the children from the
horrors of free thought and any ideas that their government
would do them harm or limit their right to all public entitlements"

Good reading and something to think about, but not to long or it will happen while we're sittin and a think'in. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

Write about the inside of one of your reeducation camps. I'm curious to know how that's accomplished. I'm reading between the lines that they're somehow successful in removing the human inclination to violence--which would be a fundamental change to human nature. There have always been folks who were too lazy to produce what they needed themselves, and would rather use violence to take it by force from someone else. (Politicians, for example, and other folks who work for the government.) Unless a way is found to eliminate this human tendency, guns will always be present and such people will always have them--or control of them.

I suppose your society could be one where all tendency toward violence in the general populace is brutally and violently repressed by armed government thugs, but guns are still present in such a society--they're simply restricted to government agents and felons. The utopian vision of everyone simply getting peacefully along with everyone else without any violence or threat of violence is impossible unless you find a way of instilling a fundamental sense of personal responsibility in everyone and removing the desire-for-shortcuts gene. Even if you could do that, you might not want to: many of the most spectacular advances and accomplishments of mankind, technological and otherwise, have been motivated by the desire for a shortcut.

It's an interesting arena to think around in.

As Terry Lee entered the re-education camp he recalled similar
images from his youth. A strangely reminiscent sign over the
gate, only this one in English and Spanish.

"Work and good thoughts will make you free!"

("�El trabajo y los pensamientos buenos lo har�n liberta!")

Pictures of a different kind of camp in a place called Europe
during the liberation in WWII popped into his mind. With chilling
realization it dawned on him, this was in reality a concentration
camp without the ovens.

There were the guards in grey/green uniforms, only not carrying
guns, but cattle prods in their place, high walls topped with
electrified barbed wire and broken glass. The watch towers with
their powerful searchlights and all the "residents" wearing
stripped uniforms of black and white. And he also noted a
cleared beaten area between the fence and a single strand of
plain wire marked every few feet with signs in English and
Spanish.
"Warning! Dead line Do not cross under penalty of DEATH! "

"�Advertir! �La l�nea muerta no cruza abajo pena de la MUERTE! ".

Well he thought, wonder what they are gonna teach me here? He
was soon to find out! Entering the administration building with
several other so called dissidents they were all stripped of their
clothing and possessions, what little that had not been
confiscated at the border between Azatlan and the USRNA, then
subjected to de-lousing and given a set of the striped clothes and
a pair of rubber thongs with the admonishment to take good care
of them, there was a re-issue only once a year! They then had
their heads shaved and a bar code tattooed to the inside of their
right arms. Shoved like cattle with the ever present cattle prods
into a small room overlooked by a raised glassed in enclosure
they were then addressed by the "Head Master". " Attention, you
are now part of the re-education and training system. Absolute
obedience of any order given by the staff is the only tolerated
behavior. No questions will be asked, you will be silent at all
times unless answering questions of a staff member, NO
exceptions! Failure to obey any rule will result in swift and sure
punishment!"

After this was over, all were herded into a barracks with hard
wood bunks 2' apart and four tiers high, with a central clear area
centered around a table and bolted down benches. A large
screen TV was located behind a lexan wall where all could see
from any position at the table. In deference to Lee's physical
condition, he was to be pushed around in a crude wooden cart
affair by another "student" and allowed a lower bunk, no
medication however, was administered.

At sunset there was a loud banging around the dormitory as
heavy shutters were dropped over the windows and the lights
extinguished. No latrine facilities would be available till the next
morning.

As dawn arrived so did the "staff" with their ever present shock
sticks. "Out of the barracks, NOW!" came over a loudspeaker.
"You have five minutes to clean up and eliminate" "You will then
march to the hospital for further examination and any necessary
treatment".

Entering the "hospital" each man was put in a separate room
with a simple steel table bolted to the floor with orders to strip
naked. Finally after about 2 hours a man dressed in white
entered Lee's room holding a sheaf of papers and accompanied
by a staff member with a shock stick. "Well, here is an
interesting specimen, I see you are a free thinker, very
interesting." "Do you not drink the municipal water provided by
the state?" " No, I have a well at my place, can't stand the taste
of the recycled stuff." Lee replied. "AH, that explains every thing
quite simply then." "My task with you should be over quite
quickly then." "What do you mean by that?" asked Lee.
"ZAPPPPP!" the shock stick went as the staff member pressed it
to Lee's side. "The Doctor will ask the questions, and you will
answer!" "Nothing more is allowed!" he screamed at the
miserable lump on the floor. "Well, I see we must first inject him
with the proper psychotropic drugs and then the treated water
will take over." " Probably a waste of good drugs as he will soon
enough be brought before the tribunal to face the weapons and
sedition charges lodged against him. He will no doubt be
executed before the month is out at anyway, sad. He could have
gone along with the proper program and lived a few more years,
all he had to do was drink the municipal water! I see no reason
for further examination." With this the Doctor spun on his heel
and left the room, the Staff member told Lee to re-dress and then
herded him back to the barracks along with his designated aid
pushing the cart.

Once inside the barracks he noticed the screen was on and a
soft voiced woman was delivering a political message in both
English and Spanish alternately. The same trash they (the
government) had been bombarding the public with for the past 20
years since the take over by the New Socialists. Basically, we
will take care of you, no need for weapons, worry about nothing
the government will take care of you, nothing but honest work,
tranquility and peaceful thoughts are required from you. Simply
work and free state sponsored living quarters, food, clothing,
transportation, relaxing TV and recreation is yours.

Such trash, thought Lee, no freedom is what they really mean,
they live high on the hog while the common subjects eat the
same thing day in and day out, wear the same uniform as
everybody else, live in crummy government supplied apartments,
watch the same stupid TV and hope to win the birth lottery so
they can have a child and slightly bigger, single family
apartment.

No Books, hunting, fishing, picnics in the park or having a family
without state permission. That isn't living, it is barely existing.
The old bumper sticker was right. "When guns are outlawed, Only
outlaws will have guns." And sure enough the government was
the biggest gang of outlaws on the planet!

Some time during the following night Lee disappeared from the
barracks and was never heard from again, the others renewed
their efforts to conform. They knew they could be the next to
disappear!

After the interview with the old subject. Terry Lee, the Doctor
summoned an aid to his plush office. "I note here that the last
inmate I saw today was not hooked up to the government water
supply in Florida, send a memo to the local leader to find out why
and who dropped the ball on this." "I want an answer on my desk
by morning or heads will roll!" "Dis-Missed!" As the aid fled the
presence of the Doctor he wondered how many more like Lee
were left out there. This could be a big problem in the coming
years if not nipped in the bud, there had been drugs in the water
for over 20 years, this should not be happening!

Mean while Lee's Grandson John Lee came across a trunk left in
his storage unit some years ago by his Grandfather. "Hmmm,
should I open it, or turn it over to the authorities?" He mused.
"What the heck, no harm to look and then turn it in." He Thought,
not realizing the dilemma he was about to face! Returnig to the
government assigned apartment he and his wife of 15 years
shared with two other couples for supper, he wondered why his
old Grandfather had not given up his farm and moved into
government housing when all apartments were made available
free to good citizens. Instead the old man insisted on raising his
own food and cooking with an old wood stove and sweltering in
the humid Florida weather in the middle of a useless and
forsaken swamp. After his Grandmother died in the great Super
Smallpox epidemic of 2007, the old man seemed to just get bitter
and more secretive claiming it was the forced vaccinations that
killed his beloved wife, a Public Health Nurse of over 40 years.

After supper John went out to the shed, and by the light of a
small light cell he reached with trembling fingers towards the
simple catch mechanism. With a flip it popped open as if it had
been used only yesterday. Lifting the lid the first thing he saw
was a blue leather bound book with the title emblazoned in gold
letters on the cover. "Commemorative Edition of the Constitution
and Bill of Rights as Originally Written. published by the First
Freedom Foundation of the NRA " Underneath it said. "Also
Included, The Federalist Papers." "My God" John thought, this
stuff has been outlawed for so long I have never heard of them
let alone seen them. "Grandpa used to babble about this stuff all
the time. I thought it was just a figment of the old mans
imagination! Nothing like this was ever presented in school!"
Digging deeper into the chest John came across another book
simply titled "Holy Bible" "Wow, wonder what this is about?
Never heard of it!". Then digging to the bottom he suddenly
recoiled like a snake had bitten him, wrapped in an oily feeling
rag was a forbidden GUN! A Colt Commander in something called
"Calibre .38 Super" A Semi-Automatic handgun, with ammunition
as well! On one grip was a strange Badge like inlay, it said
Deputy Sheriff with some kind of seal in the middle of that
declared State of Florida. "Oh my goodness, now what do I do?
This could get me in so much trouble I might even lose my
apartment and allowances." You see, John did know what a gun
was, his Grandfather, a long time ago before the new government
regulations were put in place had taken him shooting. But the
education system had taught him well, that the gun served no
good purpose and was evil incarnate. What to do, what to do?

Taking the books into the apartment was too dangerous, so he
settled down to read by the light provided by the cell. Several
hours later John locked up the shed and returned to the
apartment with a very confused look on his face and a deep
churning in his very soul. Could it be possible that his trusted and
benevolent government had been lying to the people all these
years? Had they truly hidden the truth from the subjects so well
that an old mans trunk could turn out to be the new Pandora's
Box of the 21st century? Much thought must be given to the
reading he had just done, and more reading of the Holy Bible was
in the offing before he finished it, he had only scratched the
surface of that one, so absorbing had been the first book from
the NRA, whatever the National Rifle Association was, he had
never heard of them. He had spent most of his time trying to
understand all the strange meanings of Freedom, something
about God Given rights that some how seemed to be connected
to the other book "Holy Bible" And restricting the power of the
government "Why would anybody want to do that?" He thought,
"My goodness didn't they understand that the government
needed all the power so they could take care of and safe guard
the subjects of the country?" Strange ideas for sure, and
somehow very troubling to him.

John had worked up a mighty thirst out in the hot storage unit,
he poured himself a tall ice water and drank it down and then
greedily another, by the time he had finished the second one he
had clamed down. No longer able to concentrate on the thoughts
that minutes before had been swimming in his head, he joined his
wife in bed and fell into a peaceful sleep..........................

Sometime during the night John started having strange dreams,
bits and pieces of what he had read earlier in the strange book
he had found in his Grandfathers trunk kept pouring into his
head.
Things like:

All men are created equal and endowed by their Creator with
certain inalienable rights.

Did people not have the right to government sponsored programs
and entitlements back then? Are we not all equal subjects under
the fine central government as we were taught in school?

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free
State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be
infringed.
Who would want to keeps martial arms, or any kind of weapon for
that matter, and for what reason? Why would they need to? Were
not the people like himself, safe from want or worry in earlier
times? Why did they feel the need to control the government?


The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses,
papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures,
shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon
probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and
particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons
or things to be seized.

Why would the people want something like that? If they had
nothing to hide, why worry about such trivial matters?

The powers not delegated to the United States by the
Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to
the States respectively, or to the people.

How could the common people control something so massive as
the government? It took thousands to just run the bureaucracies
necessary to keep things working as they did, non-professionals
would only slow it down and create log jams in the machinery.
What a horrible thought!

Strange and somehow unsettling words to a modern man of
today's world. The benevolent Government takes care of all our
needs, don't it? What is a Constitution anyway? Strange. Now
awake and very confused, John got up and relieved himself, then
drank a cool glass of water, soon he was once again at peace
with himself and fell into a pleasant dreamless sleep once
more..................................

T Lee, are you published? If not, you could be.

Nope, this is a brand new thing to me. Just the ramblings of an old fart with too much time on his hands. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Yah, well, keep on farting and rambling--and save what you write. Even if it never really comes together, someone after you may be motivated to proofread and sequence it, and perhaps add enough extra material to make a book out of it.

You've heard this argument from me before, T LEE: the two most important tasks of liberty advocates right now is A) telling the stories of freedom, and B) acquiring guns and ammunition and arranging for them to survive the confiscations.

Your attention to A) is much appreciated.

Yeah, Barak, I guess it's a good idea to have a few old Mausers in water/air tight tubes under the ground somewhere with a few hundred rounds of ammo. You can use it to get yourself a government-issue M-4 in "trade." <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

All right, so just who are you, anyway?

An M4? Feh. The 223 is a pretty wimpy social caliber to begin with. The only thing it really has going for it is that cool yaw sideways on impact; but it only does that if it's going fast enough. And it only goes fast enough if it's fired out of a long enough barrel. 20" is good for...what, 150yd? When you get down to a 14" or 16" M4...I think I prefer the Mauser.

But to each his own. Mine'll be an M14, with bullets roughly three times as heavy and practically no muzzle flash. Yes, it weighs about 11lb loaded, but I'm a big guy.

You're forgetting Barak, if it gets to the point where we have to fight against the JBT's, we're going to be restricted on the amount of ammo we are allowed to possess (zero) pretty quickly. Like any good guerilla movement, we will have to depend upon sympathetic outsiders (again zero) and the enemy for resupply. That said, I believe in buying a decent firearm, in a caliber that you can shoot well, and practice, practice, practice! Even if all you can afford is a .22 rifle, becoming proficient with it is of paramount importance. Remember, it only has to work once, and then you own a relatively new (though probably poorly maintained) MP-5 or M4. The .223 isn't so bad in an urban environment.

My family and I have contingencies available along those lines as well.

I won't be down to zero ammo for quite awhile. And standard GPMGs like the M60 and the MAG-58 still chamber 7.62x51 NATO, so there ought to be a fair amount of it available for the foreseeable future. I might get sore thumbs popping the links off, I suppose.


If it's whatcha got, then it's whatcha got--and it beats harsh language or "Oh, please, please!" But for intermediate ranges between the M14 and the Glock, I think I'd prefer a nice 12ga riot gun to a 223. #00 for down the street, #4 for house clearing.

But an urban environment is exactly where I don't want to be, if I can arrange anything else. I understand the tactical advantages of guerrilla operations in an urban environment; but it's just not the place for me.

But I'm no longer completely convinced that the government is going to be able to hold onto power long enough to get around to the confiscations. What Bush is intent on doing in Iraq, combined with what Islamic terrorists (if they're smart) are going to do to us once Iraq is an American colony, may well be enough to make our already sore and inflamed fiat economy collapse. If that happens, it won't be government JBTs storming our ramparts: it'll be starving welfare queens with litters of children. Or worse, the neighbors and relatives that we love but for whom we do not have enough supplies socked away.

Continuing on Ad Nauseum!

John woke up this morning planning to go to the big arts festival
with his wife and some friends, but as luck would have it the
government cancelled at the last minute due to lack of funds.
There was even talk of raising taxes again on those that still
worked. Man, he thought, they already take 74%. At this rate his
minimum wage job at the machine shop will need to be
supplemented with side work! Hell, I only have about $3800.00
left each week as it is, and that has to buy fuel, car payment,
household and personal supplies and rent of his tools at work.
Well, it could be worse, at least the government supplies
everybody with food and shelter and clothing. Trouble is the
hover car is almost 10 years old and soon would need replacing,
The loan is only half paid off, have to make it last a couple more
years so I won't be upside down on a trade at the government
outlet.

He seemed inexorably drawn to the words in the strange books
in the trunk, like a moth is to a flame. He found himself headed
back out to the storage unit somehow compelled to read more.
When he went in, there was the trunk ,his Grandfather had called
it a footlocker, still sitting there. Looking at the top he could
make out the faded black lettering against the dark flat green
coat of paint on it.
Sgt. LEE, TERRY (NMI)
RA 15 286 793
U. S. ARMY
" I wonder how old this thing is?" "Well might as well read some
more and see if any of it makes sense." Opening the trunk once
again like he had several times in the past week, he noted the
books some how seemed to glow in the light of the chemical
light cell. After several hours of reading, forgetting to eat or
drink, he was once again very troubled by the concepts in both
books. Foreign thoughts flooded his mind. Freedom of choice, A
singular guiding set of principles in both books, GOD GIVEN and
Divine promise , the guiding hand of God, mankind's love of each
other and forgiveness of sin (What the heck is that?) Free men
able to pursue happiness without the interference of government
or kings. So many things, so different than in the real world!
Were these books of fiction or did people really think like this in
the past? Now compelled to find the truth John dug deeper into
the trunk "What the heck, might as well see what else is in here
before I toss it out." Then he came across the GUN again. "Oh
damn, I gotta get rid of that, the government would take all my
benefit's and privileges away if they caught me with that!"

Digging down into the depth's of the trunk he came to a flat case
with old maps of his Grandfathers place and the surrounding
county, and in a hidden compartment that time had partially
rotted away were some clear plastic sheets with odd marks and
a partial match to the small map. Laying it on the map John saw
that it indicated something there not shown on the actual map
itself. Couriosotity pricked, John decided to keep this stuff after
all, hell he would go down and close out the property and see if
the government would let him keep it for vacations. Besides, he
really wanted to see what this map stuff was all about, and at
the same time he could get rid of the GUN in the swamp and the
government need never know of it.

Two weeks later, John and his wife Bonnie loaded the hover car
and headed the 300 or so miles down to a place once called Port
Charlotte. Bonnie was a bit worried about the trunk. "What if we
get stopped at a check point and they decide to search the car?"
she complained. "Our papers are all in order, they won't."
"Besides it is under every thing else and the checkpoint guards
are lazy, they won't look as long as we are polite and compliant."
John replied.
So off they went, down the 20 lane wide interstate I-75 to his
Grandfathers old place. An hour later they pulled off the
interstate onto a now dirt track onto what was once a county
road that now had a sign warning travelers that this was an
unoccupied area, this exit not recommended and the roads were
no longer maintained, it sure looked it, tall grass had all but
taken over the roadway and sections were completely grassed
over, looking at an old map John turned east past falling down
old concrete block homes and business' with overgrown yards
and parking areas, no doors or windows.
Just 2 1/2 miles down the track there was an weed filled two rut
track leading back to the north. "Well this must be it." he said to
his wife. "I don't like this one little bit." Bonnie said. "It's spooky
with nobody else around, and I haven't seen a monitor camera or
signal sender for miles. What if something happens? How will we
get help?" "If an 87 year old man could live here, we should be
OK for a day or two. I packed plenty of bottled water and energy
meals."

Rounding a bend on the track, they were surprised by the sudden
appearance an old Cypress house standing in the middle of an
overgrown patch of land about a 1/4 acre square. The door was
open and the front yard choked with weeds and saw grass. And
there were funny looking red and some grey granite looking birds
picking through the grass, scratching and pecking at the dirt. "I'll
be darned if those aren't Chickens, I remember them from when I
was a kid down here, Grandpop and my aunt Keri raised them for
food and their eggs, if I recall right they taste pretty darn good!"
" Now if only I remembered how they were prepared for eating."
Bonnie looked at her husband in horror and said "You have got to
be kidding, eating the flesh of a living creature! That is forbidden
and you know it!" "Yeah, well that was a long time ago." Parking
near the front door they got out and stretched, then John told
Bonnie to stay by the hover car till he looked inside the house to
make sure nobody or no strange creatures were inside. To his
amazement when he went in the place was solid as flexsteel
plating, amazing for a 200 year old wood structure. Checking the
place out he noted it had been thoroughly ransacked by, he
supposed, the government investigators, as was their right. After
all, Granddad was a criminal and had disappeared without a
trace
from the re-education center on the other side of the country.

Also, strangely enough the place was a little dusty but actually
quite clean and the disorder appeared to have some semblance
of order. Almost like a video tapeing set in a way.

Calling Bonnie to come in from the car, he set about
straightening up the little furniture in the house and sweeping up
a bit. Then they brought all their luggage in from the hovercar.
Now emboldened, Bonnie started exploring, as she entered a
room she naturally flipped the light switch on and low and
behold the lights came on, there was still power here! This might
not be so bad after all she thought.

Later that evening John brought the trunk in from the car and set
it on the floor in the living room, something he never would have
dared do at home, and started to spread the contents out on a
table. The GUN he left alone as Bonnie did not know of it's
presence, and he sure didn't want her to see it.

The map and overlay was set aside for now as he finished
reading the note that accompanied them. Seems the old coot had
several stashes of stuff buried around the place in hermetically
sealed containers, and an underground storage unit. "Guess I'll
do a little digging in the morning" he mused. Meanwhile Bonnie
had looked in the kitchen and discovered pot's, pans, eating
utensils, a propane stove, refrigerator/freezer and microwave
oven. Only understanding the microwave she heated up a couple
of energy meals and opened two bottles of water. Bringing them
to the living room she set them down on the table for an early
supper. John however said "Think I'll try some of that well water
Gramps was always bragging about" He went to the kitchen and
poured a large tumbler full and tasted it, "Man, that sure is sweet
tasting, nothing like the flavored bottled stuff! Bonnie, come
taste this." Bonnie took a taste and said. "Wow, thats almost as
sweet as sugar water, and no after taste from additives, I could
come to like this a lot!" Settling down to their meal they passed
a pleasant 30 minutes eating and discussing the strange
surroundings here in the swamp and the great quietness of the
area. This had once been a thriving retirement and agricultural
area, but since the Hoover dike around Lake Okeechobee had
ruptured and the Kissimee River had returned to it's natural
course the place had been abandoned to the swamp it had once
been, Grandpa's farm was on a slightly higher location and thus
was like an island in the sea of grass. No rumbling machinery or
constant chatter from the TV and neighbors, just small chirping
and whistling sounds, that although strange to their ears,
somewhat relaxing. The chickens in the yard made small
clucking noises as well that also seemed soothing to the ears.

Finally they went into the bedroom and dug around in the closets
and found bed linens in plastic bags, flipped the old mattress
over
and made the bed and got into it for a nights rest. Just as the sun
started to rise, they heard the most raucous sound they had ever
heard, a loud high pitched, err-err-err-a doo! repeated over and
over from the front yard. John threw on a pair of trousers went
into the front room and cautiously looked out a window. There
stood a slightly different looking and bigger chicken on the car,
screaming this sound while all stretched out and flapping it's
wings. "Hell! A natural alarm clock he exclaimed, wonder if I can
rest it's timer? " Bonnie had meantime followed him to the front
room and was just shaking her head. "Never saw or heard
anything like that before, scared me half to death! Is that one of
those chickens also?" "If I remember right that is called a
Rooster, the male version." John said. "Typical male, noisy and
rude" She replied. "Where did that come from, I have never heard
you say an unkind word about anything before?" " I don't know, it
just popped into my head."

Well, up and awake they decided to do a little exploring after a
quick energy bar and soy drink for a breakfast. As they walked
around the small farm, Bonnie decided she could get used to the
fresh air and quiet of living like this, though still a little
uncomfortable with the lack of monitor cameras and signal
towers, it was calming and peaceful in it's own rustic way. They
wandered into the barn at the back of the the big yard, inside
was a huge pile of what appeared to be tied rectangles of very
long and dried grass. Hay, the word popped into Johns mind from
a long forgotten past here. He told Bonnie what it was called and
that he thought that domestic animals kept here long ago ate it.
"What would eat dry grass? Said she.
John replied "Well, if I remember right their were animals called
cow's that were raised for their meat and secretions of their
mammaries for drinking as well as horses used as transportation
for fun, called riding, I think. "Eating meat and drinking mammary
secretions, how utterly disgusting! And riding an animal, that's
like slavery! Well the government has taken care of those things,
no need for meat and animals for travel anymore, thank
goodness."

Meanwhile something had tickled the back of John's mind, a
little itch that needed scratching. Some how the barn appeared
smaller from the inside than it did seeing it from outside as they
approached down the path. So on impulse he started moving the
bales of hay to one side. After about fifteen minutes of this he
hollered for Bonnie. "Look here, it's Granddads old Blazer 4X4."
Sure enough there was the old fashioned wheeled vehicle from
the twentieth century like the ones on display at the museum in
greater Epcot metroplex museum of transportation. Only this one
was wrapped in heavy plastic and lifted off it's suspension on
blocks of wood. "Damn, I wonder what else is hidden around
here? Wonder if this one still works? Might be stuff I can sell to
the government Ministry of Antiquities and be able to buy a new
hovercar!" He thought. Soon he was to find out differently, far
differently indeed. Looking closer at the antique machine he
noticed the wheels were different from the one in the museum,
they were heavy steel, not light weight aluminum, and the ribbed
tread tires were marked, "Kevlar cord-foam filled" "Bullet
resistant-run flat" MILITARY USE ONLY. That was strange, where
would he get military tires? Yet another mystery to solve about
his Grandfather.

Breaking for lunch they ate a couple more energy bars and had a
drink from a tap in the barn, still the same sweet water they had
from the kitchen faucet the night before. Still wondering about
the disparity of his sense of size of the barn John went back to
the house and got the map and overlay, sure enough there was a
mark showing some kind of storage between two walls of the
barn. Now how do you enter it? I don't see any door where it's
shown on the map, just a solid wall with some kind of hooks on
it." He mused. Then pushing up on one of the hooks instead of
pulling down, the whole board lifted and with a small click a
small section of the wall silently slide in and up, fluorescent
lighting in the ceiling automatically came and suddenly revealed
was a small work shop about 6 feet wide at the entrance and the
inner wall gradually tapering down to join the outer wall some 50
feet away. The room was full of grease covered machine tools,
small lathes, drill presses, grinders, milling machines, vices,
polishing wheels, a wall full af assorted screw drivers, punches,
hammers, files, wrenches, socket sets and assorted others that
John did no recognise. Most however were familiar as they were
similar to the ones he used as a government machinist. There
were also some that were totally foreign to him, strange looking
little machines with levers on them marked .38 SPL, .357 Mag,
9MM. .45 Long Colt, .45ACP, .38 Super, 30-06, 7.62x54R, 7.62x39,
.223, .308, 8MM Mauser, all lined up on a bench with shelves over
head full of boxes and canisters with strange markings on them.
He read some of the boxes and found, 500 .38 LRNFP bullets, 50
.38 JHP bullets, 50 bullets .308 dia. 180 grn JSP Nosler. There
seemed to be hundreds of them stacked in categories. Then, on
the round and rectangular canisters he read, Bullseye Smokeless
Pistol Powder, Unique Smokeless Pistol Powder and many more
declaring they were pistol or rifle powders of one nature or
another from different makers. Under the bench there was metal
box with a latched door, opening this he found stacks of thin flat
boxes marked, Winchester, 1000 small pistol primers or large
pistol primers, magnum pistol primers, there were also assorted
rifle primers stacked in there.

There was also a small library of books all claiming to be
"Reloading Manuals" from Alliant, Speer, Lee, Hornady, Nosler
and many others, as well as books with titles like Making Black
Powder, Casting bullets.

On yet another shelf such things as two titled U. S. Army Special
Forces Field Guide, one for Jungle Survival and a second on Cold
Weather Survival, U. S. Army Delta Force Manual of Urban
Warfare, U.S. Marine Corps Recon Operations, Anarchist
Cookbook, Improvised Munitions, U. S. Marine Corps Snipers
Manual, NCO's Guide to Small Unit Operations, Special Forces
Special Operations Manual, Rangers Handbook.

The next shelf down contained a different category of books,
Emergency Field Medicine and Surgery, Emergency Care of the
Sick and Injured, Emergency Medical Care, HRS Guide for EMT
and Paramedic Field Operations, Something called A PDR, Merk
Manual, Tabors, Grey's Anatomy, Natural Remedies and
Medicines. Their was an entire set of books bound alike simply
titled Encyclopedia Britannica arranged alphabetically, and on
yet another shelf were books on American history, The American
Revolution and it's Impact on the world, The Industirial
Revolution, History of the World, Blacks Law, The Great Wars of
the 20th Century, Arms of the World, Jane's Library of Military
Small Arms, Natural history, Biology, Animal Husbandry,
Agricultural Methods and Production. A smaller book shelf way
towards the end of the room contained two sets of books, one
set was by Doctor Seuss and the other was the Childrens
Illustrated Bible Stories.

Never had John ever seen such a collection, nor had he seen
such a large private collection of books, period, let alone the
subjects covered by these.

Leaving the secret room and reclosing the hidden door, he then
took a carefull look at the wall of the barn. From the inside the
long taper was not noticable at all and as it met the outer wall by
the entrance most would not notice the difference once inside,
rather figure it was just out of plumb with age.

Back at the Blazer, he pulled away the heavy plastic and tried
the door handle and was surprised
when it opened right up without protest, the interior was spartan,
with canvass covered seats and plain metal floor boards and
door panels. The glass was curious in itself as it was almost an
inch and a half thick. There was a set of keys on the floor under
the front drivers seat, but when he put them in the lock and
turned it, nothing. "Well what did you expect" he said. "Been
sitting here for years, probably don't even have a battery it."

T Lee

Outstanding!!!!! Very well done indeed. I do hope you continue with the story. It has a very nice "Ferinhieght 451" feel to it.

Would you mind if I copied it to send to some friends who don't get onto boards like this very often?

J.

More! More!

Fine job Mr Lee. I enjoyed reading it very much!

Mac