The Wars: Chapter 6

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This is the sixth installment of my short story “The Wars”. If you haven’t already read Chapters 1 – 5 you can

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Please read the Chapter 1 intro to understand a little more of this story.

Also, there is a disclaimer that you can read there as well.

[Dad, I’m going to ask you to talk about 3 major events; 1) what about the military, 2) how the country reformed, 3) what was the first year like. Think about those over the next week or so and then share with me what you remember. But, I also want to ask you a couple easy ones that won’t take much time. Here is #1; what is your biggest regret?]

Son, when you’ve lived the life I have, there are lots of regrets. But, I assume you are referring to the country and what happened. Yes? [I nodded my head in the affirmative.]

Well, again, there are a fair number of those too. But, you remember I ran that website for a long time; that old stuff is still around somewhere. I did speak out a bunch, posted lots of information, didn’t get a lot of notice. The people that did follow me were a bunch of decent and smart people. Most of them listened and were ready. A couple of families even found the church because of it. But, there were millions that weren’t ready. I wish I could have reached more folks. That isn’t the biggest regret though, it just troubles me that I couldn’t do more.

So my biggest regret is pretty big in scope, applies to the entire country actually. Here it is, I regret that “we the people” didn’t truly understand what our Founding Fathers did and what they wanted for us. The opening of the US Constitution reads…

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”

[Yes, he recited that from memory!]

Think real serious about those words for a minute. ALL of the power rested in the hands of normal, everyday people; citizens of the United States. Look at what the whole, and only, purposes of the government were:

  1. establish justice,

  2. insure domestic tranquility,

  3. provide for the common defense,

  4. promote the general welfare,

  5. secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity.

The first three of self-explanatory. Number four doesn’t mean handouts from the government kind of welfare that allows people to live off others’ labors. The term “welfare” back then didn’t mean anything of the like.

Let me look something up and give it to you to write down correctly.

“General Public- common meaning; relating to or comprehending the whole community; as the general interest or safety of a nation. Welfare- common meaning; Exemption from any unusual evil or calamity; the enjoyment of peace and prosperity, or the ordinary blessings of society and civil government; applied to states.” Websters 1828 Dictionary

Pretty damn clear that the Constitution limited what the government could do and spend, and it was not for, or to serve, individuals, it was for the country as a whole.

Now, Article 1 Section 8 gave power to Congress to “…lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for the common Defense and general Welfare of the United States…” See where it says that those taxes, etc. are to pay US debts and defend the US and, as I showed before, protecting the country as a whole from evil or civil calamity, to enjoy peace and prosperity. And again, “peace” meant that the federal government should leave people alone.

But most of all the US Constitution was to secure liberty for individuals. And therein is the problem, although it is all tied together.

As with virtually all people, power goes to their head and corrupts them, and it did so pretty quickly in the US in the early days. When Congress and the President realized they could spend money, other people’s money, raised through taxes they did so pretty freely. When they needed more money to spend they simply raised taxes or borrowed it. That is not the way the Constitution reads. But the Supreme Court kept interpreting that spending and raising taxes was perfectly legit. Yeah, remember the Supreme Court is part of the US government, thus self-serving to say the least.

As their quest for more and more power became the norm, the people lost their power through diminished rights, liberties, and freedoms; and lost more of their money as well.

So here is my biggest regret, we the people let it happen. Hell, most of the time we voted in the bastards that did it to us!

No, I’m going to change that. My biggest regret is actually not doing something sooner to take back the power that they weaseled out of us. Government at all levels became the power, the authoritarians, the dictators, the masters, and we became little more than slaves, serfs, and ATM machines. As government grew in size and power there was a direct correlation in the shrinking of people’s rights, liberties, and freedoms, as well as their ability to live a comfortable life financially. People just took it, allowed it to happen!

There developed this unholy alliance between government and the rich elites. And I mean at all levels of government, but especially at the federal level because that is where the most power was. That all started back in the late 1800’s. In the early 1900’s at least there were newspapers with journalists to investigate and report about all the corruption. But that came to an end as the rich elites bought up the newspapers. By the 2020’s there were few sources of real information. Carlson and Beck probably the best and most reliable of those still independent voices.

My point is that people gobbled up the trash crap news that the media fed them. We had some of the most stupid people in the history of mankind living in the US back then. People would rather watch soap operas or watch TV shows about the freaking Kardashians than understand the next war the US was planning on starting or how the government was spending their children’s future through deficit spending. It was pathetic! No wonder they quit teaching civics, history, and government in public schools back in the 1990’s.

In our defense, there were very few people who knew what was going on, but most people were blissfully stupid. And the elites loved it! Government will take care of you cradle to grave and the big corporations will give you a little money to live on but then take away your soul.

Finally in the early 2020’s people started to get really agitated with the government. The COVID pandemic farce really did it. By the end of that there was no stopping the revolution, the wars as you call it. It was inevitable by then. I regret we didn’t stop the government back in the 1980’s or even the 1990’s when we had a chance to do it without all the blood.

As far as in my lifetime; President Eisenhower warned us about the military-industrial complex. He also warned us about the meshing of government and education, and even the encroachment of government over agriculture. President Kennedy tried to straighten things out, especially with the out-of-control evils perpetrated by the CIA. He was assassinated for it. Nixon took us off the gold standard and established a fiat currency. Then he brought China into the world as an emerging empire and I believe that was the true start of the world’s elitist plan. President Reagan tried to turn it around in the 1980’s but even he couldn’t.

Then came the CIA agent George Bush who really started the authoritarians in power. Ironically, on 9/11/1990 he exposed the truth of what was happening when he stated for everyone to hear, the elites were establishing “a new world order”. Clinton laid the groundwork for World Trade Center 9/11 to occur. Bush #2 moved us firmly into the authoritarian age with the Patriot Act, NDAA, the Homeland Security Act, and a host of other acts that killed rights, freedoms, and liberties after 9/11/2001. He is responsible for creating the behemoth Department of Homeland Security. He also started decades of wars that cost us 10’s of thousands of US military casualties and trillions and trillions of dollars, all of it debt.

Obama, the Marxist creep, cemented authoritarian infrastructure that no president after him could disassemble. Big T couldn’t really make any real changes, they were waging a coup against him from the very beginning. But he wasn’t a real Constitutionalist anyways. And by JoeyP, he was nothing more than a puppet for his elitist masters, it was far too late by then.

While my regret may be real and tragic, a bloodless resolution to all of this government crap was realistically never possible. It all had to come down to the shedding of blood to right the ship. Thomas Jefferson was right all the way back in 1787,

“…what country can preserve it’s liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is it’s natural manure.”

[No, he couldn’t recite it from memory. We looked it up.]

Had we listened to Jefferson and periodically set government right, and reminded them of who had the source of power, and that government was to be severely limited, we could haven then prevent the last 200 years of crap. But nope, we didn’t listen to Jefferson, we didn’t believe him, we became little more than sheep to the slaughter. At least until it just became too much to bear. Then too much blood was shed, too many lives lost, too many good people would never see their children grow up, too many children dead. All for what? Our cowardice for all those years.

That is my biggest regret.

What’s next?

[What is the funniest thing that happened to you during those years?]

That’s an easy one, I made a fool out of myself. [Dad rolled his eyes.] Yeah, go figure. In 2025, maybe 26, we had the glamstead running smoothly. Gardens were producing almost all of our food, meat rabbits were giving us steady protein, the rare but occasional deer wandered by for a treat, the well was providing plenty of water even though we had to supplement it occasionally at night with a generator. I mean everything was going really well.

Then came the big refugee surge, I don’t remember the year exactly, I use to. Anyways, the church was a central point for a lot of them, mostly church members. We had never been approached before about taking in refugees and I was glad for that even though we had over 40 acres and Robbie’s 10 acres. Then the church’s local relocation coordinator came to us with an offer. There was a podiatrist with wife and 5 kids, mostly teenagers. No!

I didn’t want to hear any more of it. We didn’t need some foot doctor and we didn’t need teenagers running around like wild animals eating up tons of food. No!

This coordinator, I think his name was Shane, patient and really kind, gentle actually. He seemed out of place in that world then. Yeah, his name was Shane, real nice guy. He shared that DPMs were trained essentially as medical doctors but with an emphasis on lower extremities. No!

Shane went on pretty much ignoring me. He said that they would come with a mobile home, their own transportation, a fuel ration, tools, about 1500lbs of food stuffs, and everything else to not be a burden on us. No!

He would have a small but sturdy shed building for a clinic that would be open to those in our immediate community. And if called upon, he would assist in wider medical responsibilities in the county. No!

By then I was pretty worked up and had it been anyone other than Shane I would have run him off without listening at all. Like I said, Shane was patient with me to say the least. He asked me to just meet the family on Sunday and visit for a few minutes, get a feel for them, and then he would accept whatever my decision would be. I felt I had to say yes and I did.

Well, let me tell you, Sunday came and I was a fool of fools! His name was Matt, his wife was Sherry; kids were Joe @16, Sam @14, Frank @13, Adelle (Addy) @11, Margaret (ET) @10. They were all fit, well-behaved, quiet, respectful, and comfortable to be around. ET was a card, Addy was intense, the boys were all watching everything. Perfect nuclear family, all good-looking, all smart, humor was a trait for sure, a really nice family. They were winning me over. And then the kicker hit.

You see Matt became a DPM after being in the military. He put himself through medical school by being a paramedic. And in the military he was a combat medic…with two combat tours in Afghanistan. I looked over at Shane and he was just smirking like a kid who got away with the whole cookie jar. Shane suggested that Matt show me their everyday stash. What?

Matt invited me out to their diesel Ford Expedition and opened the rear hatch. There was a rollout truck vault, a gun storage unit. It had 7 AR-15s of various configurations, including a bad*$$ POF with a suppressor. The two smallest were “cute”, pink cammo, but ARs all the same. There was more but to go on about it would be ridiculous. I turned to Shane and asked him how soon they could move the family out to our place.

I got humbled that day, learned a lesson, again. Two ears, one mouth; listen at least twice as much as you speak. Matt’s family showed up with the mobile home latter in the week, got him hooked into the well and electrical system. The clinic shed came a week later with a small quiet generator. That little building went down close to the road but still within eyesight.

The teenage boys were a great addition to security, we kept Matt out of the rotation but “on call”. From then on out he was called “Doc”, he wore it well. Some day we can talk about the girls and Robbie’s boys.

I knew it was going to happen, and it did. When we got home from church that Sunday night we did the usual dinner together around a campfire. And yup, I caught hell from all of the adults for saying “no!” so much without knowing the whole story. I received a resounding vote of “no confidence” about 30 times that night, unanimous of course. Including me the last 25 or so times. It was a good night. Well, except for me being voted off the island 10 times, maybe more, I quit counting, they didn’t. It was brutal!

[Here is a serious one for you Dad. What was the scariest time or event for you?]

That will take a little thought. Can we do that tomorrow? I’m a bit tired.

[We left it at that. Dad looks a little pale and I noticed his lips are slightly blue as well. Maybe I am pushing him too hard.]

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