Susan Rice Barack Obama Netanyahu of Israel will speak to Congress in a matter of days, only a few know the details of the speech that will end America and destroy the President. This is a story of a family, an American family, playing hide and seek with the C.I.A. and the powerful Mossad of Israel, fighting and killing for the truth about the American president called the "kid". Malcolm knew one thing, the president had to go and he really didn't care how. This communist anachronism holdover had to be removed and it was Malcolm's sole purpose in life to make sure his plan was activated and succeeded.

Netanyahu of Israel will speak to Congress in a matter of days, only a few know the details of the speech that will end America and destroy the President.  This is a story of a family, an American family, playing hide and seek with the C.I.A. and the powerful Mossad of Israel, fighting and killing for the truth about the American president called the "kid". This fictional story tells the truth about powerful forces keeping secrets, killing messengers and always hiding inside the shadow government. Recently the secret prison in Chicago was discovered, secret tunnels in Canada and millions of illegal aliens roaming across North America.  As Christians are captured, tortured, raped and murdered by ISIS ISIL TALIBAN AL-QAEDA AQAP and other groups kill Christians, Americans and others, Washington D.C. sleeps, stuck on rumors and politics.  

Malcolm knew one thing, the president had to go and he really didn't care how. 

He had to remain safe but the president had to get out of the White House, the rent was due and he had to go.  Malcolm's father knew the truth but was almost killed by his own C.I.A. for talking too much, too loudly to anybody that would listen.

This communist socialist anachronism college holdover had to be removed and it was Malcolm's sole purpose in life to make sure his plan was activated and succeeded, even when he was afraid. Malcolm was selling the history files and pictures to Israel and the buyers made it clear that Netanyahu was planning to use the presidents own words during his speech to the American congress. 

Malcolm even felt that only by removing the radicals from the White House could he help save the United States. Israel promised to help but they wanted his fathers files and they were willing to pay cash money and even gold to get them quick. Every delivery brought Malcolm $100,000 in cash money and today would be his seventh delivery, always his lucky number, he hoped.

Once the college grades were discovered Malcolm knew he had already won the battle against the lies and evil deeds even though most of the college transcripts and records were still being held in the old 1920 safe in his father's basement, well, under the basement.

His father had some collection, papers, pictures, government forms, tax papers, and even personal letters that told their own story, the mystery of the president revealed.  The father a Communist the welfare mother a Socialist and the president a little of both, a mixed breed, nothing special.  The connections to American Mosques and Sharia Law, the plans against the infidels and their barbaric plans were revealed, almost like Hitler writings predicting the future of Jews and World War II.

The empire or Caliphate was being created this very day as Malcolm enjoyed his coffee and the form of the lady at the next table.  The jihad had started and was surely coming to America one way or the other, something had to stop them, maybe an hold man and his files on the "kid" that became president.  Netanyahu tried his best to stay friends with America but the president didn't want to hold hands.  The president wanted an Arab spring but he got regional wars, beheadings, burning people alive, sex slaves, children warriors and radical insurgents inside America.

Malcolm knew that free speech was about to be shut down inside America with the net neutrality laws controlling the internet, the movement of information or the gathering of groups and ideas.  America was ending, unless the truth be known, it was worth the risk.

The federal government wanted Malcolm's father dead, his father's attempted assassination by the C.I.A. festered today as Malcolm was reading the New York Times with his hand surrounding his Starbucks paper coffee cup as the nation's capital area was ice covered in late January.

It was cold enough for heavy coats and hats so Malcolm appreciated the weather, the hat hid his face and the heavy coat shielded his shape somewhat.  After all, it was a spy game and the large pockets could conceal the hundred dollar bills that he would receive at the zoo today.

His father had gone wild per the C.I.A. handlers and was going to be retired with a bullet after 32 years of service, but his father lived through their attempt. His father discovered too much and raised hell with Washington D.C. and they wanted him gone. 

They told Malcolm's father to back off but he didn't know how, Army in his blood, patriot at heart, the truth mattered.  He never thought the C.I.A. would have him killed but how could he be surprised?

Iran was going to get a nuclear weapon and the next step was the destruction of Israel and millions would be killed. Syria and Iraq would combine under Iran as the regional super power and influence that would threaten Saudi Arabia. Oil prices keep falling while nations fall into economic recession and only stay afloat due to fake fiat money printing.

The fake U.S. economy is a lie and millions are unemployed and fighting to feed their families, the population was a powder keg.

Russia would invade west and finish off Ukraine and then move to the next border state, the Russian Communist bear was back in business, now we know what the president was whispering about, it seems. 

Germany was an old war horse with a little army, hardly any ammunition and very few arms that really could not participate within NATO, Cuba was on the move, North Korea was testing nuclear missiles and China was expanding their influence, the world was in shock and the U.S. southern borders were open. 

It would never be proven but Malcolm's father was on vacation and three men with automatic pistols opened up wounding his father and almost killing him. It was a professional hit job that went bad as Malcolm's father was always armed and shot back straight and fast.  Several clips empty and masked men wounded the pistol fight ended with dead people and Malcolm's father laying face down in his own blood soaked clothes.

His father lay close to death in Hawaii while at the same time, suspected C.I.A. operatives ripped up his home in Washington D.C., shredding the place, destroying his father's home looking for the "kids" files.  They took three computers, hundreds of files, every book and newspaper and even the pictures off the walls.  The gun collection was gone and hundreds of rounds of ammunition and to add insult they even drank the beer. 

They had no idea but they had been within 20 feet of every secret file in the world about the President, under the floor, inside a steel safe, covered in plastic and buried under the house.

Malcolm's father was an old Army and C.I.A. man and had a large 1920 bank safe under the floor of his home, chained to a large concrete block and covered with plastic and then dirt, which they never found.  Thousands of documents, some boring, many important. 

The real social security numbers of parents, sisters, even the illegal one in Boston. Birth certificates that proved the rumors true. 

The presidents family almost invaded America but the "Kid" is the one that made the newspapers. 

Fast talking, good dresser and a great public speaker with connections in all the wrong places.  Chicago was the place for corruption, secrets, bribes, mobsters, land deals, government backed programs, fraud and cash making opportunities, all the way to the governors office, all the way to prison.

The Windsor Gardens Hotel was just about the perfect place for Malcolm to hang up his hat but the clock was running and cash was running lower by the day.  Every month he would buy his coffee and wait for the text message.  Today was the day, his father told him to be careful, just like the last time.

It was only a few miles from his father's home and the "kids" files that his father had told him about only a few years ago.  His father had told him that the files on the "kid" were government property and were mostly copies of the originals.  These documents would never be put in the presidential library, most likely a barrel fire behind the White House guarded by secret service agents.  The C.I.A. wanted the files bad to hold against the president or for the president, Malcolm didn't know but this was a dangerous game.

It was illegal to have the files but Malcolm was amazed at the size of the large steel safe and the thousands of documents it held.  The first time, under the house, his father opened the safe as they sat in the crawl space under the flooring of his fathers home.  The safe was water tight and fireproof so the documents looked like they were just typed up or copies just made.  The photographs were in perfect condition and the family pictures of the father and the mother of the president told another story.  Poverty and education mixing with communism and socialism, planning and plotting against the hands that fed them, a mixed bag of information going back maybe a hundred years or so.

When Malcolm's father handed him a picture of the "kid" it was clear as day, the "kid" was the President of the United States. Afro hair and that smile that turned on the world about equality, wealth distribution, open borders, pot in Colorado, free health care and cheap loans from the bank. Maybe they could sell all this stuff at one time to one of the national T.V. networks?  His father laughed at the idea, they would burn it faster than the C.I.A. as this would change the history of America, back to the truth and it wasn't good.

Malcolm's sponsors promised a lot but at times delivered little so time and money were running a little short.  Malcolm had been fishing for a buyer for the documents but his aged father had warned him about the dangers.  The C.I.A. had been convinced that they had the originals but never knew about the copies.

Malcolm was also tired of his sponsors but he was in the deep end of the plan and he liked it there.  He had a meeting today at the National Zoo so he waited reading the paper, sipping his coffee and reading the latest news about the war in Syria and Iraq as he glanced at the clock.

Malcolm had been receiving cash money from his sponsors in Israel as he would sell a few pieces of history about the "kid" which he was about to do again at the zoo meeting with the ISA Israel Security Agency.

The ISA and the CIA had many connections as Malcolm's father set up the document dumps and cash payments with little trouble.  Malcolm's father traveled to the forbidden land of Iran of all places and had secret meetings with Israel's MOSSAD intelligence.  MOSSAD, CIA, ISA, DOD, DIA, DHS, FBI and other intelligence agencies paid hundreds of millions of dollars for information, specific to Islamic Militants, Radical Extremists or anything to do with terrorism.  Malcolm's father knew very well that the MOSSAD and the ISA would pay cash money to protect the Jewish state.

The president could not be vindicated by scholars this time or his cash payments in the middle of the night.  Malcolm had worked for years getting the college grades and documentation on the president sorted, copied again, and dreamed about a Hollywood movie with long legged woman, spies, guns, drugs and intrigue.

Yes, there was a direct conspiracy to hide the records of the president but the scheme wasn't the idea of the president as the trickery went much deeper.  The "kid" was just another dope head attending college and dating white girls and taking welfare payments.  At some point the FBI found out that the CIA had extensive records about this "kid" Barry and they wanted them.  It seems that somebody in Chicago had plans for the "kid" and they were cleaning up his past or at least digging around for dirt.  A guy named "Sam " was in charge of the cleaning out of Chicago who paid off some FBI dick to dig around.  The FBI sniffed out the CIA files so a couple of boxes of hundred dollar bills showed up in Arkansas and the CIA went to work which started with Malcolm's father.  Malcolm's father was known to tell some great stories of the old days in Vietnam, running drugs to America, guns to Central America and killing some Russians and Cubans for fun but the files on the President of the United States were something very real.

The college records were not just the ranking of the "kids" education they were also folders full of position papers, cocaine addiction problems and even the theft of test grades and hardship scholarships for the foreign student.  Malcolm's father never went to Harvard or Yale but his four year degree and field experience told him that the files were a gold mine, safely buried under his home.

The president was clearly an unashamed minority demagogue playing to and appealing to people's emotions, instincts and prejudices and cared little about right and wrong.

His rhetoric was anti-American, anti-White, anti-Jewish, anti-Christian, anti-Free Enterprise, anti-U.S. Constitution and he truly hated people like Ronald Reagan, George Bush I and II and truly wanted to transform America from an early age.

He hated the Whites of Europe because of colonialism and the raping of Africa and other places.  His hate centered on the slavery of the black man from Africa and everything he wrote spoke to restitution or payments to the Negro for past harm.

It was wealth re-distribution and compensation to the Negro, the Native North American Indian, the Mexican Latino and every minority including the Chinese that helped build the railroads or the Japanese that were rounded up by White Americans during World War II.

The "kid" had been accused of pimping white girls while at college in California,  hating the gospel and loving his drugs and was popular around campus during socialist times. His grades were average to poor and the "kid" became politicized amid his own rhetoric and Islamic faith.  He was always confused as he accepted food, clothing and shelter from the White Man Society which never matched up to his black power rhetoric. He loved the black panthers and their leathers so he sported the jacket to look cool never really being tough enough for the streets.

He never really got his hands dirty, he wasn't that king of protestor, he just liked talking up the crowds that flocked around him.  One paper noted that he was little more than a minority mobster and was overwhelmed by hard work and study and his efforts always flowed downhill if not pushed.

Malcolm knew that the son-of-a-bitch could stir up a crowd and his oratory skills stirred up ordinary people and their deep seated prejudices about the rich and poor, the strong and weak, the black and white and could manipulate millions of people with the proper stage-management.  It seems the president was just the actor and the playwright authors were serious haters of America and had very deep pockets.

The black Muslim movement caught the students eye as it was a perfect match for hating white people and America.  Malcolm knew that the president was just a part, a leading part, of a pack of radicals and militants and had to be stopped.

In the 1960's Malcolm's father had moved from the U.S. Army into the shadows of the C.I.A. Central Intelligence Agency and with passion followed his orders.  His job was to gather intelligence on dissidents and rebellious youth inside America burning their bra's, draft cards and enjoying life on LSD.  Many of the college campuses were seditious and crafted revolutions, armed conflict, bombing of buildings, killing of cops and parents.  Some of their antics were treasonable actions so once in a while the C.I.A. would sting a few and lock them up for a few days or weeks.  A couple of ring leaders went to jail for years for bombing federal buildings.

Malcolm's C.I.A. father had a inside informer in the early 80's by the name of Barry who was disloyal to everybody except cash.  Malcolm's father would give the kid twenty bucks and he'd talk trash for an hour, left to be sorted and verified by the C.I.A., F.B.I. Federal Bureau of Investigation and some higher ups in big town police departments.  Barry didn't have much of a compass except some communists, socialists, Maoists and other radicals but he had connections with girls, drugs and insurgents. Barry was mostly talk but he had good ears and people freely talked about their plans against America.

Focusing on Barry, Malcolm's father not only paid him cash but bought information about Barry from sources around the world.  The "kid" Barry was born in Africa and moved around a lot so Malcolm's father had reams of reports, old college file folders, his early school grades and even his college grades.  Barry was providing the C.I.A. with some good stuff once in a while so the "Kid" files got larger and larger which included hundreds of black and white pictures of the "kids" family, friends and far off family members in Africa.

Malcolm's phone beeped the announcement of a text message, indicating his mothers social security number and the words "lion's cage".  It would be the place for the meeting with MOSSAD and another transaction.

Malcolm was interwoven now, imperfect and greedy but in all humility he was about to become famous, for all the wrong reasons.

It was a mistake to trust the government, he was sure of that but, what he didn't know about the speech, cloaked in secrets and irregularities was that the truth about the "kid" would destroy America, England, France and light the fuse of conspiracy theories that would spark the war,