Nobody Voted for the Civil War - My father gave me confidence but more important my father had taught me the truth. My father's plan had nothing to do with voting.

I took off all my rags and tossed them on the bank of the river and struck a match to them and watched the smoke rise into the pine trees.  I then walked off into the cool waters and washed myself which was refreshing and the first honest thing I had done in the last seven years.  Nobody voted for the civil war but here it was.  With the division of the United States brand new borders were created, national wealth divided and the civil war was on.  Every American city, town or village had National Guard Troops (nationalized) stationed to keep the peace and the food trucks rolling.  This was not your grandfathers America, it was Barack Obama's and the sh.t had hit the fan. 

The filth of the Obama Administrative State was stubborn so I scrubbed some more while scooping water up with my hands.  The sobs of my own unhappiness and shame would be harder to clean but at least this was a start.  After graduate school I went to work for the government within the FBI and I loved most of it, for the most part.  Now that the Obama Clinton government had turned on the people, I felt dirty, because I was.

I helped the NSA spy on Americans and invade their privacy in the name of security but if I would have listened to my father the truth would come to focus.  Obama and Clinton were creating a State Controlled Capitalist Administration where if you knew the right people you had power and wealth.  My job was to guard the citizen against the Islamic Jihadists hitting all across America.  We recorded everything and kept files on every citizen above 13 years old.  What we didn't have inside the FBI the NSA had the rest and we spent a lot of time dodging the Congress and the Courts, it was for the national good. 

Iran had no problem dropping a small nuclear dirty bomb in Syria to clean out the U.S. backed rebels fighting Assad with Vladimir Putin's direct military support.  Iran controlled parts of Syria that Russia didn't and the oil flowed again, but not to America. 

Israel, Jordan, Saudi Arabia were taking a lot of military hits but the U.S. had just about pulled all the way back.  The problems in North America were creating small regional wars as Barack Obama forced a Constitutional change, in the name of equality and national security.  It was a mess. 

I had learned something over the last few months and at first it was only small flakes of knowledge, like the little golden flakes found in this river so long ago.  As the historian my home was filled with hardbound books from all walks of life and eagerly I read them and studied them looking for answers and maybe solutions.

After all these years I discovered my father again and the true history of America through his eyes and experience.  Laying down in the cabin bed this very minute he was sick and really tired, but he had been eating just a little, he had to live.

The proven history inside these thousands of books gave me the strength to continue learning and I had decided it was time to teach the others, wherever or whoever they might be found.  When I felt fully clean I rose up out of the water and stood in the shallows of the river and just stood there in the nude thinking about the water taking away my sins and the new start making me truly happy.

It was late in the afternoon and the sun was lowering but the air was still hot as the cool water heightened my eagerness to start teaching.  I had only to find the students but there had to be millions of American men and women who were living in the desperate mood of the Obama Administrative State.

I started walking along the shoreline back to my campsite and I found my way back to my own private little world.  I had taken refuge here to decide what to do and remove my own confusion and help others rid America of Obama and his wickedness.

I left the tall buildings and my own home several months ago and came here to the mountain ranges of California.  The crowds of office workers and government workers, shoppers and vagrants had swarmed to the Obama government but the hope and change had turned to desperation.

This was my land now and my twenty three acres given to me by my father that he had simply called "the square" due to its simple shape following the river.

When we were kids we camped here and built the small log cabin that I was struggling to rebuild and get ready for winter.  I had no intentions of going back to the tall buildings or my job within the government and I would make it up to the world for being a government hawker for all these years, Obama had fooled many, Obama had fooled me.

Unlikely to remember all the bag things that the Obama government has done to all the citizens my work now was to reveal the real plans of Barack Obama and now Hillary Clinton for the United States.

"The Square" of land was my place to hide in the woods and enjoy the clean and clear water as I sat on the steps of my father's cabin.  The cabin was built right in the middle of the square of land and consisted of one large living area that housed the bed, cooking stove and storage just like my father designed it.  

The rock fireplace was about the only thing in great shape so a great deal of money had been spent on modern sized lumber to fix up the old place, but the log walls were solid and all the holes had been closed up for winter. 

This is not what I planned for retirement and I never expected to be retired under the age of sixty but the government buyout was attractive so I took the money.  

The food storage area was full with tins of fish, chicken and meat and a few dozen cases of canned goods like vegetables and fruits would keep me for months.  

More canisters of beans, rice, sugar and coffee were stacked high against the walls along with ammunition, tea, cooking oils,  tobacco, oversized jars of pickles, candles, batteries and another hundred things I would need while living high in the California mountains almost one hundred miles from a gas station.

My old jeep was parked down the hill about fifty or so yards away from where I was sitting lighting my cigarette and spooning out some lousy instant coffee to be mixed with boiling water from the pot parked on the outdoor cook stove belching smoke and heat.  Cooking outside was great in the summer as the scent of the burning wood filled the valley surrounding my square of land.

Now fully dressed, smoking my third cigarette and happy about finishing my instant coffee I heard the boom again.  That boom noise was really the sound of dramatic change inside America as the cool air up high was being cut open by Mexican fighter jets patrolling California, Arizona and Nevada known as the "Mexican Sector" on all the new maps.

Every fighter jets sonic boom sounded the total transformation of America that my father had warned about but it was too late for millions of people.  When the Constitution was changed that allowed Barack Obama to stay in office and deem Hillary Clinton as his vice-president every alleyway, backyard, garden and road filled with armed citizens called patriots and the civil war began.

The constitutional change was considered illegal by the Supreme Court of the United States so Barack Obama outlawed the court.  The aching body of representatives called Congress cut off government funding and even the Democrats voted for drastic actions against the executive branch.  Barack Obama then outlawed Congress under Marshall Law and moved U.S. Army troops to Washington D.C. while the appalling dreams of Barack Obama's father were coming true.

Nobody was really sure how we arrived at this place but over 300 million Americans had been living under Marshall law for years now.  The Obama - Clinton Administrative State was moored to everything worth a dime. 

You didn't dig coal but you did ride the bus.  

You never imported any crude oil but you could export corn all over the world.  

Freedom of Speech on the internet was over but you could listen to A.M. government radio. 

Almost every voice cried out, even the supporters of Obama and Clinton when he started carving up America to pay the national debts.  

The land of California, Arizona and Nevada was taken by the federal government and then deeded over to the Mexican Government as it was deemed that America had stolen the land from the Mexicans.  China got a big portion of America and even Cuba got a slice and millions of people suffered. 

Even my own square of land in the California mountains was now owned by Mexico so I had to buy my father's land again as my father's chest was heaving in the hospital as he suffered without medicine in Mexican territory. 

When we took my father home he was still breathless as the Mexican government did not offer any medical help to any American so my father was unable to recover fully but at this very minute he was sleeping soundly in the bed inside the cabin he had built.

I would take him some food in a few minutes and sit with him and help him peel his fruit and put the straw between his dry lips.  Even he had fear of dying but he had survived the trip to the square and his fever had broken as his cotton shirt was soaking wet, my father was a survivor.

He gave me confidence but more important my father had taught me the truth.

My father was convinced that we would gain our independence again and the time to strike back would be during the times of national elections.

My father's plan had nothing to do with voting.

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