Post by Ozarks Tom on Aug 22, 2023 1:05:58 GMT
This story is totally fictional, no resemblence to anyone living or dead is meant intentionally. Also, it is in no way meant to suggest, incite, or otherwise cause violence. Its sole purpose is to entertain and possibly make clear the effects and response to tyrannical rule.
Resistance
1) In the year 2027 the combined forces of repression had hit their zenith. New laws and regulations were in place that negated the Constitution's most hallowed guarantees, free speech and religion, the right to bear arms, illegal search and seizure, justice through decision of peers, all allowed by an over-balanced leftist supreme court. The law of the land was now an arbitrary whim of those whose power could no longer be questioned due to the national change in voting laws. The United States had become a defacto one-party country.
2) Three men, all of backgrounds that put them in grave danger by the paranoid current powers met on the steps of a park pavilion in Washington DC on the pretext of walking their dogs.
James Anacosta spoke first, "thanks for coming, this will probably be our last meeting, and we can't take long. I have in my pocket, that I'll pass to you in a handshake, flash drives containing the names and contact information of patriots who are currently under surveillance by the Department of Homeland Security. Most are just casual surveillance, and not considered real security threats, but as I said, patriots who assuredly know other patriots, who know still yet others. Giving this information, and spreading it under strict precautions a very large web of patriots can be established that could cripple the current authorities to the point of defeat. I won't go into the details of how to maintain both anonymity and security, you're already aware of those, but creating a movement without direct central leadership is a real thing. Cells can be created without the awareness of each other, communications can be both innocuous and informative at the same time. I've little doubt that time is of the essence, my own detention is probably just days away if that. Take this information I'm giving you and move with all prudent haste to disseminate this information in small parcels to those you most trust, asking them to do the same. Nobody should have all this information, break it into regions and in some cases even small locales if you can. Please destroy these flash drives when you've passed the information on. I believe this is our country's best hope for the retrieval of our liberties."
Estes Flowers nodded in agreement, as well as Lewis Strickland. The men rose and shook hands passing the devices as they did, and after walking their dogs a bit longer before leaving the park.
When James Acosta got home to his empty house, knowing he'd not fare well under "extreme interrogation", he took the remaining half bottle of pain pills for his stomach cancer and retired to his bed, thus cutting off any link to what would become an unstoppable nationwide effort.
3) "Don't be a showoffl", he said to himself as he looked through the scope at the head of the State legislator Devos turned Major of the "redistribution" detachment, "drop it down and go for center mass." Never feeling the recoil of his 30.06 Savage, "Jim" watched the startled expression on the legislator's face, then of those around him as he dropped to the floor of the truck bed. "Stupid bastard, standing in the bed of a humvee to make his pep talk to his men."
Oh so tempted to take another couple traitors out, he squelched that idea remembering Representative Devos was the target for this mission, and another shot would help pinpoint his position. Besides, plans are made for a reason, and freelancing would be exhibiting poor discipline.
Slinging his rifle he started off in a slow jog, ending a little over a mile away inside a load of square baled hay. With hardly a word spoken the tractor pulled its load towards the rendezvous point with the waiting box delivery truck, then home sixty miles away.
4) It seems these days "Jims" are everywhere, young enough to get the jobs done, but old enough to remember the before times. Nobody knew who was leaking the GPS coordinates and timing of the targets, matter of fact, the Jims in many cases didn't even know who was giving them the orders and coordinating the movements. Just a voice on a "burner" phone from Walmart, hidden away from a house, and only checked twice a day. The conversations would start innocuously enough, but in the first sentence opposite words would be used to confirm the legitimacy of each participant. Day would be answered with night, light with dark, timely with late, and so on. Without that confirmation whatever orders were given were disregarded, the phone destroyed, and using another phone word sent out of the infiltration. Only those starting an operation had a list, and then only of "his" Jims, . Top down control would have been the most dangerous method of organization for everyone involved. Ironically, there was no real organization, but an uncoordinated action being conducted countrywide with the same purpose.
Government insiders, bureaucrats, IT people, secretaries, even law enforcement officers were informants to people they didn't even know, just anonymous voices with everyday names.
5) In the basement of a liquor store in Memphis four men made idle small talk as they glanced now and then at the phone on the table between them. When it rang, Jesse Franklin, a small man with coke bottle bottom glasses answered, unemotionally jotted down name, location and time. Hanging up, he repeated the information out loud to the others. When he finished, the first to speak was Clarence Johnson, a 75 year old retired history teacher whose booming voice startled the rest. "Damn, that's a good one, but that's just three days, there's no time to bring in an outsider, we'll have to use someone close at hand, and that puts our locals at risk, maybe we should give this one a pass." "Nope, this is just too good to pass up", said Willie Brown, a small black man whose presence might have gone unnoticed in a crowd, but a veteran of two wars, and owner of the store. It was agreed by all to take the risk, the Governor of Tennessee was coming for a fund raising picnic and when they'd get another chance like this was anyone's guess.
Jesse took off his shoe, and from under the insole retrieved a scrap of paper with two fictitious names on it, while Wally across the table retrieved a similar patch of paper with just two phone numbers. Putting the two papers together Jesse dialed the first number. Getting a voicemail, he said "Brennan, this is Alex, give me a call when you get the chance please," and hung up. Then he repeated the call, this time to Wallace. The four men left the way they came in, separately a few minutes apart carrying apparent purchases.
Later that night Jesse's phone rang. "This is Alex, who's calling please" "This is Brennan, the other day I got a call from this number, but got no answer when I called back." "That's because night had already fallen and I'd gone to bed early, sorry." With the confirmation made, Jesse told Brennan he hoped he'd see him at the Governor's picnic on Saturday. It was going to be at the Parkland Greenery Center at 1pm, and hoped he'd contribute to the reelection of a good man. Oh, I'm going to call Wallace about it, you'll probably see him there." "You bet, I'll be there and help however I can."
Within a few minutes Jesse's phone rang again. "Hey Alex, this is Wallace, you still up?" "Good to hear from you Wallace, I was just about to lay down, but I thought I'd tell you about the Governor's fundraiser at the Parkland Greenery Center on Saturday at 1pm, and hoped I'd see you there." "You bet, wouldn't miss it." Oh, check with Brennan and see if y'all can ride together, he said he'd be there too." "Will do, I like Brennan ,he's a full blown supporter of the Governor's efforts to stop all this craziness."
6) And so it went throughout the country, little by little, politician by politician, not to mention high level bureaucrats, police chiefs, and beyond them anyone enforcing unconstitutional edicts in the name of the ironically named "Common Good". It went on for several years, and the movement grew, with several freelancers joining in without knowing it, until the anonymity of the resistance overcame the organization of those who they would oppress. The capitulation came when the Vice President was narrowly missed, killing a bodyguard. The shot came from nearly a thousand yards away, with no hope of finding the shooter. Nobody who strove for power or supported tyranny over others felt safe walking out their front door, or anywhere no matter how many bodyguards they had. Resigning here and there, then in droves they tried their best to become invisible, to little avail. Once wannabe tyrants have shown themselves, they aren't forgotten. The end came with a simple message texted to the head of Homeland Security from an anoymous cell phone saying that in exchange for a general pardon and amnesty for those involved, plus the resignation of the President and his cabinet, the slaughter would cease. As proof of the text's authenticity, a two week pause to assassinations would begin immediately, with the exception of those who might be freelancing and not part of the organization. The President signed the amnesty proclamation on live TV, and resigned ten days after the text.
It started with just three men who loved their country, and ended with a few thousand who loved it as well.
Resistance
1) In the year 2027 the combined forces of repression had hit their zenith. New laws and regulations were in place that negated the Constitution's most hallowed guarantees, free speech and religion, the right to bear arms, illegal search and seizure, justice through decision of peers, all allowed by an over-balanced leftist supreme court. The law of the land was now an arbitrary whim of those whose power could no longer be questioned due to the national change in voting laws. The United States had become a defacto one-party country.
2) Three men, all of backgrounds that put them in grave danger by the paranoid current powers met on the steps of a park pavilion in Washington DC on the pretext of walking their dogs.
James Anacosta spoke first, "thanks for coming, this will probably be our last meeting, and we can't take long. I have in my pocket, that I'll pass to you in a handshake, flash drives containing the names and contact information of patriots who are currently under surveillance by the Department of Homeland Security. Most are just casual surveillance, and not considered real security threats, but as I said, patriots who assuredly know other patriots, who know still yet others. Giving this information, and spreading it under strict precautions a very large web of patriots can be established that could cripple the current authorities to the point of defeat. I won't go into the details of how to maintain both anonymity and security, you're already aware of those, but creating a movement without direct central leadership is a real thing. Cells can be created without the awareness of each other, communications can be both innocuous and informative at the same time. I've little doubt that time is of the essence, my own detention is probably just days away if that. Take this information I'm giving you and move with all prudent haste to disseminate this information in small parcels to those you most trust, asking them to do the same. Nobody should have all this information, break it into regions and in some cases even small locales if you can. Please destroy these flash drives when you've passed the information on. I believe this is our country's best hope for the retrieval of our liberties."
Estes Flowers nodded in agreement, as well as Lewis Strickland. The men rose and shook hands passing the devices as they did, and after walking their dogs a bit longer before leaving the park.
When James Acosta got home to his empty house, knowing he'd not fare well under "extreme interrogation", he took the remaining half bottle of pain pills for his stomach cancer and retired to his bed, thus cutting off any link to what would become an unstoppable nationwide effort.
3) "Don't be a showoffl", he said to himself as he looked through the scope at the head of the State legislator Devos turned Major of the "redistribution" detachment, "drop it down and go for center mass." Never feeling the recoil of his 30.06 Savage, "Jim" watched the startled expression on the legislator's face, then of those around him as he dropped to the floor of the truck bed. "Stupid bastard, standing in the bed of a humvee to make his pep talk to his men."
Oh so tempted to take another couple traitors out, he squelched that idea remembering Representative Devos was the target for this mission, and another shot would help pinpoint his position. Besides, plans are made for a reason, and freelancing would be exhibiting poor discipline.
Slinging his rifle he started off in a slow jog, ending a little over a mile away inside a load of square baled hay. With hardly a word spoken the tractor pulled its load towards the rendezvous point with the waiting box delivery truck, then home sixty miles away.
4) It seems these days "Jims" are everywhere, young enough to get the jobs done, but old enough to remember the before times. Nobody knew who was leaking the GPS coordinates and timing of the targets, matter of fact, the Jims in many cases didn't even know who was giving them the orders and coordinating the movements. Just a voice on a "burner" phone from Walmart, hidden away from a house, and only checked twice a day. The conversations would start innocuously enough, but in the first sentence opposite words would be used to confirm the legitimacy of each participant. Day would be answered with night, light with dark, timely with late, and so on. Without that confirmation whatever orders were given were disregarded, the phone destroyed, and using another phone word sent out of the infiltration. Only those starting an operation had a list, and then only of "his" Jims, . Top down control would have been the most dangerous method of organization for everyone involved. Ironically, there was no real organization, but an uncoordinated action being conducted countrywide with the same purpose.
Government insiders, bureaucrats, IT people, secretaries, even law enforcement officers were informants to people they didn't even know, just anonymous voices with everyday names.
5) In the basement of a liquor store in Memphis four men made idle small talk as they glanced now and then at the phone on the table between them. When it rang, Jesse Franklin, a small man with coke bottle bottom glasses answered, unemotionally jotted down name, location and time. Hanging up, he repeated the information out loud to the others. When he finished, the first to speak was Clarence Johnson, a 75 year old retired history teacher whose booming voice startled the rest. "Damn, that's a good one, but that's just three days, there's no time to bring in an outsider, we'll have to use someone close at hand, and that puts our locals at risk, maybe we should give this one a pass." "Nope, this is just too good to pass up", said Willie Brown, a small black man whose presence might have gone unnoticed in a crowd, but a veteran of two wars, and owner of the store. It was agreed by all to take the risk, the Governor of Tennessee was coming for a fund raising picnic and when they'd get another chance like this was anyone's guess.
Jesse took off his shoe, and from under the insole retrieved a scrap of paper with two fictitious names on it, while Wally across the table retrieved a similar patch of paper with just two phone numbers. Putting the two papers together Jesse dialed the first number. Getting a voicemail, he said "Brennan, this is Alex, give me a call when you get the chance please," and hung up. Then he repeated the call, this time to Wallace. The four men left the way they came in, separately a few minutes apart carrying apparent purchases.
Later that night Jesse's phone rang. "This is Alex, who's calling please" "This is Brennan, the other day I got a call from this number, but got no answer when I called back." "That's because night had already fallen and I'd gone to bed early, sorry." With the confirmation made, Jesse told Brennan he hoped he'd see him at the Governor's picnic on Saturday. It was going to be at the Parkland Greenery Center at 1pm, and hoped he'd contribute to the reelection of a good man. Oh, I'm going to call Wallace about it, you'll probably see him there." "You bet, I'll be there and help however I can."
Within a few minutes Jesse's phone rang again. "Hey Alex, this is Wallace, you still up?" "Good to hear from you Wallace, I was just about to lay down, but I thought I'd tell you about the Governor's fundraiser at the Parkland Greenery Center on Saturday at 1pm, and hoped I'd see you there." "You bet, wouldn't miss it." Oh, check with Brennan and see if y'all can ride together, he said he'd be there too." "Will do, I like Brennan ,he's a full blown supporter of the Governor's efforts to stop all this craziness."
6) And so it went throughout the country, little by little, politician by politician, not to mention high level bureaucrats, police chiefs, and beyond them anyone enforcing unconstitutional edicts in the name of the ironically named "Common Good". It went on for several years, and the movement grew, with several freelancers joining in without knowing it, until the anonymity of the resistance overcame the organization of those who they would oppress. The capitulation came when the Vice President was narrowly missed, killing a bodyguard. The shot came from nearly a thousand yards away, with no hope of finding the shooter. Nobody who strove for power or supported tyranny over others felt safe walking out their front door, or anywhere no matter how many bodyguards they had. Resigning here and there, then in droves they tried their best to become invisible, to little avail. Once wannabe tyrants have shown themselves, they aren't forgotten. The end came with a simple message texted to the head of Homeland Security from an anoymous cell phone saying that in exchange for a general pardon and amnesty for those involved, plus the resignation of the President and his cabinet, the slaughter would cease. As proof of the text's authenticity, a two week pause to assassinations would begin immediately, with the exception of those who might be freelancing and not part of the organization. The President signed the amnesty proclamation on live TV, and resigned ten days after the text.
It started with just three men who loved their country, and ended with a few thousand who loved it as well.