Fierce interest had been sparked by Colin Powell and John McCain's address to the nation. While rescue operations were still going on around the country, people still took time out to learn about the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. mission. Countless thousands of people were still listed as 'missing'. Everyday more families buried their dead after a body had been found and identified. In some metropolitan areas, funeral directors were beseiged with so many viewings and services that they often would put two or three caskets in the same room; cemeteries were holding multiple burial services. Those in the business of death were firmly - yet compassionately - advising cremation more out of the need for expediency. In many communities, makeshift morgues were still operating. A government building in suburban Atlanta had been demolished by bombs. Ironically, the multi-story structure had resembled the infamous Murrah Building in Oklahoma City. Either by sheer coincidence, or perhaps by deliberate design, the architecture was strikingly similar and many government employees had often remarked how they felt a spooky similarity - almost an uneasy kinship - to those government employees who had died when Timothy McVeigh unleashed his vicious bombing attack back in the 1980's. Now that building in Georgia stood as a ghostly reminder of the Oklahoma City event. To some, the similarities were eerie. You could compare photos of the two destroyed buildings and hardly be able to tell which building was which. It was almost as if O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members had duplicated the scenario, perhaps using the same 'recipe' that McVeigh had used to inflict his destruction more than two decades before.

Questions poured in from around the country. Since O.U.T.R.A.G.E. was now televising 24/7, a panel of 'moderators' was on camera most of the time, answering those questions of general interest. Multiple toll-free numbers were in service, and it closely resembled the fund-raising telethons most people were used to seeing on PBS stations; some would see them as reminiscent of the Labor Day extravaganzas that the late comedian Jerry Lewis used to host for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. As these moderators worked in shifts, many members of O.U.T.R.A.G.E. had an opportunity to participate, some who had not yet been involved in the teleconferences "on camera", and others who had appeared before, usually having introduced particluar resolutions. Other O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members were busy responding to the thousands of e-mails, but were only answering those of a more personal nature. As could be expected, thousands of e-mails were asking 'Why?" and thousands more were hatefully chastizing O.U.T.R.A.G.E. for the crimes it had committed in the name of a 'rebellion'.

A caller on a speaker phone (all lines featured a one-minute delay mechanism so that inappropriate calls could be screened before being put on the air "live") asked, "Is O.U.T.R.A.G.E. a new political party?" Janie Baker, a farmer from Iowa who had introduced one of the 25 resolutions, took the call. "No, O.U.T.R.A.G.E. is not a new political party. We are an organization that was formed for one purpose: the deliberate intent of destroying the vile influences that have poisoned our national honor and integrity. Just as members of the original American Revolution fought to bring specific freedoms to a new nation, our intent is only to restore those freedoms and return America to its rightful owners: the people." Her flaxen hair, generously tinged with matronly gray streaks, was set off by her intense dark eyes as she spoke. Sitting next to her was her husband, Phil, who said nothing; uncomfortable in the limelight, he unexpectedly passed gas, audibly enough for the Tv microphones to pick it up for all of America to hear.

Another call was answered by a beautiful blue-eyed ponytailed blonde woman. Probably in her early forties, her exuberant smile shined for the camera, even though she was seated in the back row of the three-tiered panel of phone banks. When the caller indignantly asked her name, she hesitantly replied, "I'm Jil...what's your name, and how can I help you?" It was apparent that Jil was used to dealing with belligerent people. "None of your damn business," came the voice over the speaker phone. "I want to know what your group intends to do after the election. Do you plan to take over the country?" With infectious calm, Jil answered in her most communicable manner. 'No, ma'am," she explained. "Once the election is over, we plan to help rebuild our country, assist in the restoration of our executive, legislative and judicial branches of government, and work toward ensuring that Americans enjoy the freedoms and lifestyles for which our forefathers fought. Men died for our freedoms in the American Revolution, the Civil War, World War I, and World War II; they perished so that we could live in freedom and without oppression. Unfortunately, over these past five decades, our society took those freedoms for granted, refused to participate in the political process, which allowed the leaders of our country to create a rule onto themselves. Corrupt politicians, greedy corporate executives, wealthy elitists, self-absorbed celebrities, dangerous special interests, and those who coveted power and position above equality and fairness - including two decadent political parties - put an evil and unbreakable stranglehold on this nation, causing it to decay from the inside out. America was on the verge of financial, political, social, and moral bankrputcy. There was no way the rich and powerful were going to give up their wealth and authority. We believe we did what had to be done. Now, we ask your help in rebuilding our country into the strong, vibrant, moral society which it once was - and to which it can return." The caller seemed disarmed; not knowing how to respond, she rudely hung up on Jil.

The calls kept coming in; the cameras kept rolling. The moderators kept answering questions. Sometimes a moderator would take the caller off the speaker phone and talk directly to the national audience. It was an astonishing display of patriotism, perhaps like nothing since the days when the founding fathers had assembled in Philadelphia and New York as they spoke so eloquently about the need for independence - at any cost of life or limb.

It seemed that American Presidents who were elected after Franklin D. Roosevelt were always ready to "go to war" as long as that 'war' was on another country's soil. Politicians - and executives within the military-industrial complex - suddenly realized how inordinately profitable 'war' could be. It was simply a matter of creating the appropriate world tensions, orchestrating the right rationale, and convincing gullible Americans that all this fighting was done in the name of protecting our freedoms. It was a "North Korean Threat", a "Cold War", a "Cuban Missle Crisis", a "Vietnam Conflict", a "Desert Storm", or an "Iraqi Insurgency" that threatened America's precious freedoms. As the body counts piled up, so did the massive mountains of money that funneled from taxpayers' pockets directly into corporate coffers. And those corporate benefactors knew they had to share their newfound wealth with the people who could perpetuate the profitability of war: the very politicians whom the people elected to insure domestic tranquility.