Washington D.C. the previous national capitol was stripped by the rebellious and unruly black-mulatto populations. “This graduate has declined the sorrowful death-trap of free enterprise and open speech.” “Without reluctance or shame he kneels on the state floor but looks up to the crusade of the state.” “From every corner of his life, even if he is unwashed and unkempt he promises the hard work that will be demanded of him as truly as I did for my own years.”

The Negro Project, the year 2084 and the Progressive Nation once called the United States of America. There was no need to panic because he had deactivated the alarm system first thing.

This calming knowledge kept him working and his tremendous self-control gave him power over the woman.

She was frightened and terrified just like all the other ones but after all it was his job and he couldn’t lose his nerve now.

If he lost control of himself he would also lose control over the naked women that he just tossed into the trunk of his automobile.

He had tied her up with the best knots that he knew inside her house but now he chained her with the homemade restraint system he had made in his garage. She was terrified and started screaming again so he put the plastic ball in her mouth to shut her up and he slammed the truck lid down.

The old Chevy started right up like it always did and he placed the transmission in drive and pushed the gas peddle down a little too much.

Loose gravel spit out the back and to pacify the noise he relaxed his foot some and stopped the spinning of the tires.

The gravel road was now behind him and he was on the paved state road that would take him to his destination.  He watched the speedometer closely because he didn’t want to be stopped along the way by some coffee induced cop in the middle of the night.

His radio played music to cover up the noise of the women kicking around in the trunk of his car.  He should have given her a blast of morphine from the drug store he carried in his backpack on the backseat of his car.

 A shot of morphine would have kept her quite and provided her some relief from the pain she was suffering.  Her blood was dripping onto the sheet of plastic he always placed on the trunk flooring to avoid blood evidence inside his automobile.

When she was coming out of her shower he had grabbed her and she was as slippery as grease and she had took off through the house.  He caught up with the slim blonde but she proved to be shifty and crafty as she grabbed up a gun she was hiding in the kitchen.

He had slapped the gun from her right hand and then kicked her hard in the upper body that laid her out on the kitchen floor but that wasn’t enough. 

She hit him back and she tossed a good punch for a one hundred and thirty pound women but the clash was soon over has he smashed her face into the kitchen cabinets which shut her up for a few seconds.

If she didn’t stop banging around in the trunk and making noise he might have to show his annoyance by putting a bullet in her head.  He never liked doing that but sometimes caged humans acted like animals.

The hotel wasn’t the best but it was o.k. for a fast shower and a quick nap.  He had dumped off the women as he was instructed and she was alive and well which meant he got his cash bonus.

She would be taken off to the Saudi compound in West Virginia and some general practitioner playing doctor would fix her up and give her time to mend up some before she had to work for a living.

The Saudi Arabian government civil servants called diplomats enjoyed the West Virginia resort that consisted of over three hundred acres of prime land that was owned by their government.  It was no secret and the resort was even shown on local maps but it had never been opened to the public.

The Saudi government with their oil money had great influence over the U.S. government and the go-betweens enjoyed many benefits of power.

The resort has been in place for almost fifty years and has hosted many international conferences over the years.  The Saudi’s enjoyed their mountain playground and even landed their private long range jets at the Charleston West Virginia airport and parked them in  private hangers with private guards posted.

These women would be used for leisure sex and they would never be heard from again. 

His job was to supply the women and that’s exactly what he did and he enjoyed the money.  He would receive a thirty nine thousand dollar payment for each live woman he delivered and they would take all he could capture and deliver. 

In fact the U.S. government was his biggest customer and their checks never bounced.  He and a few other guys formed their own little company called HOBBY AMUSEMENT and CONSULTING and they made several millions of dollars, tax free, every year.

The American taxpayers had been paying for the Saudi playground for many years and there was no end in site.  He liked the work and they liked to fuck the women.

Government officials often visited the Saudi complex and were flown in by helicopter from the Charleston West Virginia airport.  Only the best would do.

Andy Ledger was tired of the communists roving around the Capitol and the White House, and Andy Ledger had shot his mouth off in a local bar and grill one to many times and the Jumpers picked him up last night.

The regional police department were mostly called Jumpers now a days among other things due to their green military jump suits they wear as uniforms.

The jewel of the Jumpers went by the name of Jocelyn Hunter and was based in Washington D.C. Jocelyn Hunter as the director of the TSA has the unusual authority of controlling the only non-military private army paid for by the taxpayers.  The TSA Transportation Security Authority was the very expensive private army of the Home Land Security Department and the TSA Jumpers was like controlling Jell-O most of the time. 

Andy Ledger was tired of all the questions but it was now federal law so he just patiently filled out the old fashioned paper Charity Form required.

The Charity lady that helped him sat behind her wooden desk and Andy knew damn well she could directly and quickly jeopardize his prosperity as she represented the Treasury Department of the United States of America or what was left of it.

Andy Ledger wondered why he was filling out paper forms instead of clicking away on one of the dozens of government computers sitting idle in their own tiny cubicles.  Each cubicle compartment was labeled Public Charity and contained an old desk and a government computer that seemed to be stalled out today.  This would be Andy Ledger’s third and hopefully his final visit to the U.S. Treasury Department’s Public Charity office for the month.

 The Charity lady like most government employees asserted some kind of strict government rule when Andy Ledger might have to ask a question.

The Treasury Department’s chief weapon was the tens of thousands of rules and regulations that controlled everything between the borders of America.  Andy learned years ago not to ask too many questions because they could be deemed heartless or irresponsible by the Charity lady and banishment from the federal charity program could be the result.

Andy Ledger has been reporting to the Public Charity offices for several years now as required by law.  With Andy’s income level he was required to turn up three times per month to make his contribution.

Andy handed the Charity lady the completed charity form and waited for the scheming public employee to advise him how much money he owed today.

The Charity lady didn’t have to pay any charity taxes because she was a direct unionized employee of the federal government.  She gave Andy that thousand mile look and simply stated; “The Charity Tax is $187.43 for the period Mr. Ledger.”  Andy Ledger told her thank you and pulled his six foot three frame out of the tiny plastic chair after he claimed the Charity Tax Ticket that the Charity lady silently handed him.

Due to Andy’s higher income he had to pay the Charity Tax three times per month.  The Treasury Department would receive weekly reports concerning Andy’s income and they calculated the Charity Tax based on estimated earnings for the year.  The U.S. government finally got rid of the I.R.S. Internal Revenue Service and the Treasury Department with the help of Congress created the Public Charity Agency.  Any citizen earning income from any source had to pay the Charity Tax and you might pay once a year like the old days or up to sixty times per year at higher income levels.

 Andy took the Charity Tax Ticket to the next waiting area where he would actually pay the tax of $187.43 as indicated on the ticket. He sat down in another too small plastic office chair with the dozens of other citizens reading their tablets or enjoying the free coffee found in every Charity office.  To promote people paying their charity taxes on Monday’s every charity office in the United States offered donuts with the free coffee.  Andy wished it was Monday as he was hungry as usual.

Once the Treasury Department found out that citizens would pay their charity taxes on Monday if you gave them a free donut it had become a national policy.  The government didn’t collect charity taxes on Saturday or Sunday’s so the Treasury badly needed the money collected by Monday morning before noon.

The Charity Tax Ticket had a ticket number 0025489 and Andy’s number was called out on the loudspeaker and this same number displayed on the 100 inch T.V. screen in front of the room.

 Andy took the $187.43 Charity Tax Ticket 0025489 to the bank teller window and handed the form to the next scheming government employee who turned away to take a sip of her coffee and take a quick bite of a government donut.  Andy Ledger thought it was odd that the cash window teller had a donut on Tuesday as he was standing there hungry giving them money.

The same verbal questions started and had to be answered before Andy Ledger could pay his Charity Taxes. The same questions, three times every month.

“Mr. Ledger, are you an American citizen?”

“Yes”

“Mr. Ledger, are you a homeless American citizen?”

“No”

“Mr. Ledger, are you a public office seeker?”

“No”

“Mr. Ledger, do work on a public farm?”

“No”

“Mr. Ledger, do you believe in the scriptures?”

“No”

“Mr. Ledger, do you support freedom of public lands?”

“Yes”

“Mr. Ledger, can you pay your Charity Tax today?”

“Yes”

Andy Ledger took out his Treasury Wealth Card and handed it to the teller and she scanned it and tossed it back on the counter top without looking up from her computer screen. 

“Mr. Ledger, you charity tax is paid.”

She turned away and took another bite of her taxpayer funded donut and Andy turned and walked out into the bright morning sunshine.  The warmth of the sun felt better than the cool air inside the Federal Treasury Department building that served as the local Charity Office for the little town he called home.  The flowers outside were in full bloom and the colors made him smile much more then the pale green walls of the Charity Office.  Andy was used to being outside and he always enjoyed walking the downtown area as he got to meet a lot of people and kept him in shape.  It was a rule now that you had to work out at least one hour per day due to national health care

Andy Ledger had graduated from the government college only seven years ago and enjoyed some degree of freedom inside the borders of his own county in Virginia.  It wouldn’t take him much longer to get his GOOD CITIZEN passport that would allow him to travel the entire state of Virginia if he wanted.

He clearly remembers the tall and stately lady that handed him his food engineering degree during graduation.  He had knelt on the cold concrete floor as ordered as the old lady stated the state graduation prayer over him during the ceremony.

“This graduate has declined the sorrowful death-trap of free enterprise and open speech.”  “Without reluctance or shame he kneels on the state floor but looks up to the crusade of the state.”

“From every corner of his life, even if he is unwashed and unkempt he promises the hard work that will be demanded of him as truly as I did for my own years.”

“The peculiar freedom of the past is no more and the workingmen have rendered a better state.” “May the congenial society accept Mr. Andy Ledger with all the advantages given to him by the state.” 

“We have removed the massacre of capitalism that has cheated his mother and father and soon this dashing young man will become a good citizen and reap the unspeakable wealth offered by the state.”

“Mr. Andy Leger, if you make the promise and pledge your faith to the state you may stand in front of these good citizens.”

“We will watch attentively as you grow within the frontier of hope and your should reason that we will always be with you, the undeniable truth.”

His graduation was his first step to his own prosperity as the uneducated citizen was a total dependent on the state and worked the farms and the factories without any choice of a better future or a pension.

Andy Ledger was one of the lucky citizens even though it didn’t feel that way all the time.

Andy Ledger without any delay pulled the trigger again that would send her to the ground-worms forever. He was almost sure that the women would be digestible even though the housewife didn’t talk palatable at all.

Andy for his own protection put the first bullet in her as she ran out of the church and through the fields only minutes before.  The warrant made it clear that she had connections to the PATRIOTS and should be apprehended without delay.  With plenty of nerve she bolted out the side door of the church when she saw Andy Ledger and his FEDERAL GOLD BADGE clipped to his belt buckle.

She was some kind of PATRIOT SCHOLAR that was giving some kind of anti-government speech and had devoted herself to reveal and cure all the social evils in Emerson Alabama.

She was full of all those wonderful Christian miracles and values but to Andy she was just another slug that traveled to churches and public worship services. 

There was some kind of sincere protesting going on at the church as other peace officers arrived.  It was clear to Andy that their dissent was getting loud as he could hear them shouting over fifty yards away.  They would spend all night worrying over the dead woman laying with her face in the dirt at Andy’s feet.  They were protesting against the evils of the government as loud as they could shout.  Several police units were now on the scene at the church so Andy turned back to the dead woman and noticed that she had the BREEDER MARK on her ass when he pulled her panties down around her knees to verify the government markings. 

As Andy rolled her over he also checked the STRAIN-TYPE-CLASS number of Mistress Harper to verify that he had killed the correct Negro per the warrant, which he did.

He could tell that Mistress Harper had been given past instructions because he noted the whip-lash marks left on her body.  Andy thought it was a shame but it was his job, day or night his sworn oath was to protect and serve the citizens.

Andy Ledger was assigned to the Carolina Republic formed by the United States Congress and despite the regular day to day troubles the system seemed to work most of the time.

The cheerful spark of the United States Constitution allowed the amends to be made to the black-mulatto population of the United States.   President Frederick got what he wanted and Congress went along to end the seven year civil war that had killed hundreds of thousands of American citizens.  The United States had been consumed as President Frederick admitted in his national speech in Rochester New York only three years before.  The federal government was relocated to Rochester New York during the civil war as Washington D.C. the previous national capitol was stripped by the rebellious and unruly black-mulatto populations.

The Carolina Republic consisted of the previous states of North and South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana which was deeded over to the Carolina Republic’s regional government authority under the total protection of the United States Government.

The Carolina Republic was conceived to pay off once and for all the slavery debt of the past.  The black-mulatto populations supported Frederick and with a sound and healthy mind President Frederick wanted to create a new homeland inside the United States.  He didn’t have the votes but he did have the U.S. Army and Presidential Executive Orders.

President Frederick, by presidential executive order, ordered the U.S. Army to move into the old states of North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana and hold their ground against the angry citizens fighting each other over jobs, food, fuel, shelter and even clothing.

Massive unemployment had taken its toll on the citizens and President Frederick deployed massive government aid to the effected southern states.   The black-mulatto populations wanted more and the working class wanted to give a lot less.