Saturday, May 3, 2008 was an uneventful day across much of America as search-and-rescue efforts, recovery and reclamation work, and mass burials continued. As somber as the work was, the American free spirit never relinquished itself to complete despair. People found humor in even the most catastophic circumstances at times. On rare occasions, a survivor would be found among the rubble, which would bring joy to the community - and reinforce the notion that all this agonizing, discouraging work was never in vain.
As experts poured over George W. Bush's private diary, more startling revelations proved that in the last eighteen months of his presidency, he was not in any psychological or emotional condition to be running the most powerful nation in the free world. On the verge of what appeared to be chronic manic depression, the scrawled writings showed a side of Bush that was intensely darker than that which the TV cameras captured. To be sure, everytime Bush gave a press conference or stood before the media, he had become more and more unsure of himself, obviously less prepared, and often times visibly weary. Every U.S. President at times carried a heavy burden, particularly in times of trouble or national crisis. But toward the end of 2006 and all during 2007, Bush's demeanor seemed more rattled and less confident. He seemed tormented, especially since there were no more of those damned Democrats to deal with in Congress. The mid-term elections in November, 2006 had not been good to the GOP, and Bush was increasingly becoming a target of what he considered 'with hunts'. It was with some final irony that a Democratic-led movement to impeach George W. Bush for high treason was gaining momentum during his last two years in office. In The Hague, there was a movement underway to try George W. Bush, Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld for international crimes against humanity. These actions came on the heels of new information which revealed a series of abhorrent misconduct within the Bush administration which climbed all the way to the top rungs within the White House power structure. The reason for Bush's depression, based on some of the diary entries, was not remorse for the atrocities of his administration and his dysfunctional leadership; instead, George W. Bush had seemed more concerned about his legacy and the greatness with which history would recall his tenure as President. For pages, Bush would expound on various factions within his administration in almost child-like scribblings. Whimpering about how he was hampered from "doing more" to boost his reputation as a "great leader", Bush's writings revealed a deeply troubled, wounded personna - like that of a spoiled child pissed off because he didn't get his way (which should have been no surprise, given the circumstances of his youth, and even that of his early adulthood where his family bailed him out time after time).
Surrounded by controversy and mired with malfeasance, the Bush administration was in a state of malfunctioning malaise for more than a year before O.U.T.R.A.G.E. bombs finally put it out of its misery. From his juvenile perspective, George W. Bush blamed everyone else for his failures. As cynical as his diaries sounded, there was a ring of truth to it: after all, Bush was never really in control of the White House. His family and the nameless, faceless power brokers who truly controlled the country behind-the-scenes, had installed Bush as a token President, a puppet who they would dangle from hidden strings while they manipulated world events to their benefit. Oil executives, in collusion with Dick Cheney, had persuaded Bush to declare war on Iraq and Iran for one reason: rich fields of easily-accessible oil. The military-industrial complex, in collusion with Donald Rumsfeld, had persuaded Bush to declare war to enhance its profits at any cost.
Ever since World War II, those in the armaments industry recognized how profitable war was. They positioned themselves into play, so that virtually all administrations and members of Congress became beholden to them. So, America became involved in the Korean Conflict, the Cuban missile crisis, the Cold War, the Vietnam War, and Desert Storm - all in the name of profit for companies such as Boeing, McDonnell-Douglass, Halliburton and General Motors. Mega-billion-dollar corporations that built everything from tanks to transmitters were part of a massive movement that encouraged every American President since Roosevelt to engage in military atrocities around the world. Sure, the stuff they built killed people. Looking over Bush's diaries, that kind of thought process didn't seem to enter Bush's mind. He seemed more obsessed over the fact that it was his "leadership" that had made all those "military guys" rich while his net worth was - in the scope of all things considered - minimal. One entry said it all: "I'm making those guys rich and they're not even letting me in the game. All I can do is be the decider who decides things that I'm not even sure I'm deciding." Such ramblings were scrambled throughout the diary, and clearly demonstrated that George W. Bush was nearing a complete nervous breakdown. Such a meltdown would have certainly occured before the end of this term had O.U.T.R.A.G.E. not stepped in and bombed the hell out of the vulgar Bush administration. Bush was ready for a strait-jacket, and he didn't even really understand why.

Frustrations were mounting across the nation as gargantuan tasks continued to be undertaken. Yet, there was a sense of accomplishment and relief in the work; people began to recognize that all they had to do was get through all this tragedy and life might get better for everyone.
Frustrations in the past were fruitless. Congress and the federal bureaucracies never accomplished anything worthwhile, The Bush administration had squandered its tenure on terror without addressing any other issues confounding the country. Most of the fifty U.S. states were experiencing fiscal deficits, political gridlock, and angry constituencies the federal government passed more responsibility onto the states without releasing resources. It seemed that most Americans were sending more and more of their money to the United States government, but only a trickle of it was returning to them in the form of services or assistance. The Bush administration's obsession with 'terrorism' had only escalated the dangers, and hundreds of billions of dollars were being poured down an engorged rat hole whose only benefactors were the greatest military-industrial complex on Earth. "We the people" were no longer seeing any tangible benefits from tax revenues that went to Washington. Even local municipalities were mired in mismanagement, scandal and ineptness.
Add to that the frustrations that practically every American citizen experienced in everyday life. Monumental traffic tie-ups were becoming an incredible cause of stress-related illnesses. Overloaded employees were finding themselves exhausted at the end of their work day with little to show for it. Shoppers' irritation levels were at an all-time high as you couldn't get waited on in stores; grocery mega-chains would have 31 check-out lanes, but only six of them would be open at a time. Trying to resolve a complaint with a phone company, a utility, or a customer service center based in India was becoming a hassle that most American simply refused to deal with any longer. Instead, they resigned themselves to just accepting their plight and paying for poor service. Nothing got done. It seemed the nation had been at a standstill since the turn of the century, and people had finally come to a defeatist attitude toward it all. Talking to automated voices or foreigners who couldn't even understand your complaint was commonplace - and big corporations were enjoying higher customer resolution factors. The dirty little secret was that - while they may have resolved more complaints - there were also magnitudes of unhappy customers who had simply given up trying to get their issues resolved. Numbers were skewed in virtually every industry, twisted to reveal the precisely preferred data. Polls were rigged simply by the way a question was worded. You could rate customer service on a scale of one to ten, but customer satisfaction surveys seldom afforded an opportunity to really express your disatisfactions.
In everything from politics to big business, the voter or the customer were abandoned in favor of strong polling numbers, record quarterly profits, or a better image. No one "at the top" cared about the people on the lower rungs of the ladders. It was all about money, power, influence, and status. But as more people managed to claw their way to that top rung, it was evident that eventually there had to be a breaking point. By 2008, the top rungs of the ladders were beginning to crack.
O.U.T.R.A.G.E. came along at a most appropriate time. An American Revolution was overdue....and by the time the 'Rebellion of '08' exploded on January 17, most common citizens were ready for a change.
Amid the wreckage of the January bombings, small businesses were thriving. Customer service was slowly beginning to really mean something again. Local political figures quickly understood their need to provide services and loyalties to their local constituencies. As one mayor in a small Missouri town asked, "Why should we send all our money to the federal government and see none of it come back to us?" What little remained of the Internal Revenue Service was an impotent shell; there was no way to enforce tax payments. The IRS had always been one of the government's most bloated, yet poorly managed, bureaucracies. Now it had no authority.
Homeland Security, even as far back as 2006, had been infiltrated with incompetence and scandal. U.S. border patrols had been beefed up on the Mexican border only to enhance the presence of corrupt officers who would gladly accept a handsome bribe in return for a safe escorted crossing. By the end of 2007, Homeland Security was a sinking ship adrift on a sea of corruption, incompetence and fraud. "All the President's Men" co-author Bob Woodward published a damning expose' on the Bush administration's deceitful reports and ugly public relations strategies which had conned the American people into believing that the war in Iraq was going much better than it really was; clandestine meetings with people like Henry Kissinger kept the 'war on terror' on track, all in the interests of greedy business interests and political maneuvering.
The American public was being lied to at every turn. From political pr to warm-and-fuzzy TV commercials depicting large conglomerates as good corporate citizens, it was all a cesspool of deception. Nothing was real anymore; truth failed to prevail; words like honesty and integrity were tossed around with such reckless abandon that no one paid any attention to their definitions. In 2005, a Vice-President of the United States had told a member of Congress - on the record - to "go fuck yourself" and no one even flinched. Mean-spiritedness crawled through society like a snake slithering in a swamp.
Mmebers of O.U.T.R.A.G.E. firmly believed that this moral decomposition had to be stopped in its tracks. They took it upon themselves to act - some would say in a most uncivilized manner. But, considering the incredulous depths of decay into which America had fallen, it was the only way. Politicians, lawyers, big business moguls, celebrity predators and filmakers, wealthy persons of dubious character, and all other undesireables had to be eliminated. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. had achieved such an objective with the use of countless cell phones and home made bombs.
Once the nation recovered from the series of events that had transpired over the past three months, renewal could begin anew. Jil Adams, Bob Ryan, Ron Oetting, and Phil Baker lay on the beach contemplating the future of their country and consuming quantities of Brinley's Gold vanilla and coffee rums. Could America become a version of this ideallic West Indies island? St. Kitts was perhaps the most perfect place on Earth: little government interference; free and unencumbered lifestyles where the rich and the poor mingled without bias or bigotry; and a laid-back, relaxed way of watching the world go by without the constant clawing so many Americans chewed their way through almost every day of their adult life. Under the influence of the smooth, dark rums, the AROB Group (renamed since Adams joined them) began the formation of a new kind of social order for the United States of America. Life could be good....

The relay race that Lynn Patrick instigated had, indeed, been an exercise in futility, as she and her seven horny friends kept scooping buckets of water from the Atlantic Ocean and emptying them into the Caribbean Sea. Then they would scoop water from the Caribbean Sea, run across the isthmus, and empty that water into the Atlantic Ocean. It was a fitting paradox for the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. organization as its nation-wide efforts were about as bootless. Sometimes it seemed like things were at a standstill; at other times, one began to wonder if all the carnage could ever be resolved. Here was a group - a large group, nonetheless, - of people trying to rectify the events they had set in motion on January 17, 2008. Then they were hit with two of the most devastating natural disasters in history. One O.U.T.R.A.G.E. member had complained that, "things seem to be unraveling". Organizational structure would help; but O.U.T.R.A.G.E. found itself in the same position as that of so many large corporations, organizations, and governments: the bigger it got, the less manageable it became, and the fewer people might be destined to benefit from it. It was imperative that every U.S. citizen saw benefit from the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. organization, regardless of status, wealth, position, or circumstance. Was this just a utopian kind of dream? Or could such a concept of complete equality really be accomplished?
Back on the mainland, the United States O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members were busily engaged in reclamation efforts, as well as trying to prepare for an upcoming election in November. These were trying times....but they were also times of exhausting challenge, unparallelled productivity, incomparable intensity, and historical change. As chaotic as things might appear to the casual observer's eye, there actually was a tight-knit structure being assembled to ensure this whole process wouldn't implode on itself.
After sleeping it off, Lynn Patrick, Patrick Hamilton, Ron Oetting, Phil Baker, and Bob Ryan got back to work. The Patrick-Patrick team returned to the U.S. with additional funding. Jil Adams landed in St. Kitts to provide an update on her motivational gatherings around the nation. She had visited 21 states in 21 days, and her whirlwind 'parties' seemed to breath fresh life into O.U.T.R.A.G.E. volunteers who had begun to tire under the strain. After her high-level meetings with Colin Powell and John McCain, it was suggested that she "get some r&r before resuming her mission". As irony might have it, Jil chose a tiny beach bar called the Shiggity Shack at which to relax. As irony might further prevail, she ran into Bob Ryan, Ron Oetting and Phil Baker, who had all recovered from their recent romp with reckless abandon. As the afternoon showers popped up, and the sunset silhouetted the palm trees on the Caribbean beachfront, Jil joined the "three Musketeers" for "a drink". By the time the sun came up over the horizon seven hours later, the "three Musketeers" had become "four".
In her typical business-like fashion, Jil tried to maintain a level of decorum and professionalism. But, considering that Ryan, Oetting, and Baker (who were now referring to themselves as the "ROB Group") were once again coming off one more bull of a binge, it wasn't an easy task. Just keeping their leering, licentious eyeballs off her finely-tanned mid-drift was challenge enough. Her blonde hair sparkled in the morning sunlight; her long, silky legs glistened against the shimmering sand; her fierce blue eyes seemed to compete with the blueness of the Caribbean sky for the ROB Group;'s undivided attention. Even these three aging lecherous old men could stand at attention given the right visuals. Life was good...
What the hell....every author has to slip in a little gratuitous sex...while this chapter probably has nothing to do with the progress and future of O.U.T.R.A.G.E., it made for diversionary reading.

Ogling scantily-clad buxom beauties on a beach in the Caribbean was something Bob Ryan's conservative midwestern roots didn't seem to find offensive at all. Sunglasses discreetly veiled the felicitous leer seemingly Gorilla-glued to his eyes as a parade of bikini-adorned ladies marched by; it was truly a cornucopia for the lecherous hunger burning within his ravenous loins. Ryan was as faithful as Old Faithful, but that hardly prevented him from enjoying a strictly visual sightseeing adventure while stranded on this paradisaical island of St. Kitts. His fantastical delusions were abruptly interrupted by two sufficiently sloshed tourists staggering across the islet. "Hey," Ryan barked, "you're blocking my view!" Taken aback by such a blunt and unsolicited verbal cannonade, Ron Oetting and Phil Baker stopped in their tracks to see what 'view' Ryan was talking about. At that moment a drop-dead gorgeous woman of generous proportions appeared like a vision in front of their blurry eyes. Without hesitation, Oetting and Baker respectfully removed themselves from Ryan's line of sight as the three of them questioned what in the world kept her thong from being enveloped by the ample curves of her feverous body.
"God, I love the sights down here," Baker exclaimed with a pronoucned degree of breathlessness. In that instant, Ryan, Baker, and Oetting became fast friends. On a small blanket stretched out atop the blistering sand, Ryan had a large cooler filled with ice and beer; a small packet of gaunchy; four glass tumblers adorned with Budwieser logos; and two chilled bottles of Brinley's Gold Vanilla Rum, a delightful concoction manufactured on the island. "I was really hoping to share this with some of these beach babes," he joked, "but - what the hell - I guess you two dudes will do. Besides, given the outside chance that one of these hot bunnies might actually want to join us, with the likes of you two sots, my chance of getting lucky probably just gets better!"
Oetting and Baker weren't even insulted by the remarks. After all, Ryan was inviting them to share in his bounty of alcoholic splendor, and - after all - Baker and Oetting's two favorite words in the English language were "complimentary alcohol". As Ryan relaxed in a makeshift chaise lounge, Oetting and Baker plopped themselves on opposite corners of the multi-colored blanket. The afternoon quuickly drifted into early evening as the rum mysteriously disappeared from the bottles, the beer bottles magically emptied, and the ice melted into warm puddles. Eyes strained to the max, the three had managed to make a "business meeting" out of the afternoon as they discussed issues relating to O.U.T.R.A.G.E. As the sun was sinking below the horizon, a tall, lanky shadow danced toward the three effectively-inebriated men on the blanket. Wearing the kind of head gear normally associated with a court jester, Patrick Hamilton bounced toward them, oblivious to the fact that he was about to crash their party. He seemed to be drawn by the distinct aroma of gaunchy blending with the salt air from the nearby sea. As he pranced forward, he could be heard mimicking the words to 'Come Sail Away with Me' by Styx - a musicial group that had reached the peak of its success in the mid-1990's. Sure enough, Hamilton fell face-first into the sand, his nose just inches away from what was left of Ryan's stash of St. Kitts-grown marijuana. Hamilton was in St. Kitts to appropriate more funding for his Patrick-Patrick tour around the United States to promote the legalization of narcotic, hallucinatory drugs. His partner, Lynn Patrick, had accompanied him to the island, but the last he saw her she was racing naked across the beach with a gaggle of male admirers who seemed intent on doing anything necessary to please her every whim. She had conceptualized a kind-of relay match where teams would run across the tiny isthmus of St. Kitts that separated the Caribbean Sea from the Atlantic Ocean. It was a total exercise in futility as they apparently tried to join the two waterways. But it also - apparently - didn't matter as long as tanned muscular males followed Lynn like lemmings, eager to drown in a sea of lustful debauchery.
Ryan chuckled in his traditional low-keyed manner as Hamilton lie passed out cold in the hot sand. Oetting cackled like a diseased hen in a roomful of roosters. Baker guffawed like a horny moose in heat. The next sight anyone remembers was Lynn Patrick running in front of the Shiggity Shack, faking a fall in the sand, and seven sweaty, dark, handsome half-naked men falling on top of her in a heap of humanity, high on life and kiss-ass crocked on some of the best shit they'd ever smoked. Suddenly the beach went silent. Oetting, Baker, Ryan, Patrick, Patrick and her seven drawfs had all passed out in a collective stupor. A Snow White fairy tale it wasn't; but life was good.

Oppressed United Taxpayers Revolting Against Government Excesses (O.U.T.R.A.G.E.) was becoming a huge organization, and that presented a predicament. Since its early days of just a few thousand people, it had blossomed into a revolutionary group of over a hundred thousand long before the January, 2008 explosions. Now American citizens, who had been hogtied to a corruptive system dominated by two political parties for more than a century, were once again beginning to take an interest in their government, recognizing that they could now actually participate and be a part of the process.
O.U.T.R.A.G.E. was, in itself, not a political party. It had been formed as a rebellious faction dedicated to the overthrow of the Bush administration and the oppressive federal government. It was a contemporary, hi-tech version of the "minutemen" of early colonial days who used their knowledge of the backwoods to defeat the oppressive reign of the British monarchy. In 2008, these rebels were computer nerds, engineering geniuses, and whole lot of common, everyday folks who had money, skills, time or labor to donate to the cause. Secretly over a period of several years, O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members had accumulated massive amounts of money, and had invested these funds wisely to build a cache of cash which was ultimately used for the destruction of most of America's wealthy elitists, corrupt politicians, and squanderous athletes, celebrities and business leaders who had pawned their morality, human decency, principles and personal values all for the sake of making big bucks or attaining unfathomable power.
In three short months after revealing itself to the American people, and claiming sole responsibility for the mass murders it had committed, O.U.T.R.A.G.E. was attracting the interest of prominent citizens who had been spared. Colin Powell, John McCain, Al Gore, and now Bill Clinton had jumped on the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. bandwagon to help steer the organization. One thing founders of the group didn't want was a typical hierarchy or structured organization chart. There wasn't supposed to be any "head honchos". The theory remained in place: "the larger any organization, government or corporation gets, the less manageable it becomes, and the fewer people benefit from it".
That edict couldn't be erased from the consciousness of the organization. Still, with hundreds of thousands of people "out in the field", there had to be some centralization. The "headquarters" on the island of St. Kitts was filled with a bevy of "eager beavers" anxious to do whatever needed to be done. People in the field were pretty much left to their own devices. There had been cracks in the communications network a couple of weeks ago when Ron Oetting and Phil Baker, ardent O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members from the very beginning, were erroneously reported as having died in seperate freak accidents. Now, there were incidents of O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members stepping over each other, duplicating efforts, and undoing things that others had done. It was typical organizational mayhem, and it needed some controls. Businesspeople from around the country, recognized for their organizational strengths and successful structuring of their corporate teams, were summoned to St. Kitts for a roundtable discussion of how best to modify the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. organization to enhance its effectiveness without disrupting its loose-knitted legacy. The minutemen, after all, were a rag-tag bunch of frontiersmen not all that well managed; yet they managed to throw the British army out of the country. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members believed that kind of nimble flexibility was important to the ultimate success of the organization. Once the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. mission was accomplished, it intended to disband and never be heard from again. It expected new politicians that would be voted into office next November would also adhere to such temporary status. Could human hubris actually be stifled so that man's egoism and arrogance would not deprive American citizens of their democracy?
To further distance itself from returning to being a republic governed by those elected by the people, one O.U.T.R.A.G.E. committee was considering the possibility of renaming the country to the United Democratic States of America. It was imperative that voters understood that in a true democracy, they were in total control. Their elected officials could only do their bidding, and it had to stay that way in order to preserve the integrity of the Constitution. Should a new flag be adopted?
These issues were all taken under advisement, and could readily be introduced as new non-binding resolutions prior to the election.
Bob Ryan was a mild-mannered kind of guy whose proclivities included drag racing, an occasional football game, and a more-than-occasional ice cold beer. Ryan had grown up in tiny Antwerp, Ohio, and had become a partner in a home improvement company that had built its reputation on customer service, absolute integrity and total fairness. It was these traits he also brought to the committee which he had been asked to chair. The more he imbibed at the local tavern, the more likely you could engage him in a spirited conversation about the downfall of America's political system. Ryan didn't like any government, from his local municipal leaders who tried to raise his sewer rates too often to the federal stumblebumbs who he believed had almost certainly been conceived from the fiery loins of Satan himself. Nobody had more disdain for politics than Bob Ryan, and - while he often kept his beliefs to himself - every once in a while his dry sense of humor would let loose after a few well-intentioned 'brewskies' and anyone at the bar was left without doubt where he stood. His penchant for detail and perfection was ideally suited for the task he'd agreed to undertake. "Yeah," he said without hesitation, after first accepting the assignment, "I'll do it. Just keep those ice cold beers coming if I'm going to have to stay in St. Kitts. It's hotter than a politician's penis at an intern-recruiting job fair!"
Ryan and his staff would routinely work during the cooler morning hours, then 'break' for an afternoon delight at the Shiggity Shack, a cardboard-bar on the Caribbean seacoast, before heading back into committee just as the island traditionally was drenched with pop-up showers and the blazing sun settled below the ocean-blue horizon. To Ryan's delight, the band of musicians assembled at the Shiggity Shack could play any of his favorite pop-culture 'druggie' music from the 70's, and Bob would relax with a doobie in one hand and that frosty libation in the other. Life was good....

Former U.S. President Bill Clinton appeared on an O.U.T.R.A.G.E. telecast reviewing political interviews from recent years. He brought along a clip from his 2006 interview with Chris Wallace on Fox News, a so-called "news" network that was in reality not much more than a conservative propaganda machine. "That interview was very confrontational," said Clinton, "and I firmly stand by the statement I made on that program: the biggest problem facing the world today is 'the illusion that our differences matter more than our common humanity'. It's a myth of gargantuan proportions, and it's a myth that now must be buried so that this nation - and our neighbors across the globe - can move on to more important matters."
Clinton's wife, Hillary, had been killed in the January O.U.T.R.A.G.E. bombing attacks. A leading contender for the Democratic party's Presidental nominee in 2008, she was revered by many and despised by many. Among conservatives, she was not well liked in the Senate; among liberals, she got mixed reviews. Some considered her to be an asset to the party; others thought she would split the party in half. Her campaign had amassed tens of millions of dollars in contributions, however, and the smart money was being bet on her being the Presidential candidate in 2008 from the Democratic party. Her husband's new visibility, beginning with the combative interview on Fox News, proved to be another valuable asset. He had been a popular President, even though his Repubican opponents spent millions of taxpayers' dollars to successfully impeach him for lying to Congress about a sexual dalliance with a White House intern. Even after it was all over, Clinton's approval ratings remained in the high 70's and beyond, something Republican counterparts could only dream about. It forced the question: if Republicans were held in such less esteem, why did they control the White House and Congress for eight consecutive years? The most obvious conclusions, of course, were that the Republicans had used any means available to winning - at any cost. Ethics, morality, legalities, and just plain honesty were all brushed aside as Republicans did whatever they had to in order to win and remain in control. The other reason, of course, was the Republicans' savvy 'salesmanship' which created doubts and fears in the American public about the "war on terror". A constant barrage of "what if" scenarios was enough to convince most voters that only the Republicans could keep them safe and keep the country secure. It was an astonishing flim-flam, an amazing demonstration of just how gullible Americans were; little did they seem to realize that the billions of their dollars the Bush administration was squandering on Homeland Security was nothing more than part of the sham. The world was no longer a safe place - and, in large part, the Bush paranoia had only served to escalate the danger.
At the time no one gave much thought to it, but Bill Clinton was about to become a factor in the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. rebellion. He was a proven leader, and his views reflected the views of the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. membership. Now a widower with lots of time on his hands, Clinton could make a valuable contribution to the movement as an ambassador of peace and goodwill throughout the world. Colin Powell and John McCain were engaged in serious talks with Clinton and what kind of role he could play in the reformation of America. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members were impressed with Clinton's persuasiveness; it was no wonder he was known as "slick Willy" during his tenure as President. As one O.U.T.R.A.G.E. member said, "Bill Clinton can sell birth control pills to nuns." Bringing all of the world's nations together for peaceful, communal efforts would require the combined talents of a statesman, politician, inveigler, motivator, seductress and used car salesman. Clinton was all that and more!
The biggest problem facing the world today is the illusion that our differences matter more than our common humanity. Truer words were never spoken. It was worthy of becoming the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. mantra.

Sunday, April 27, 2008 was a stormy day across much of the U.S.A. Strangely, the east and west coasts were unaffected, but the heartland of the country witnessed strong thunderstorms and gusty winds. Some communities even reported tornado touchdowns, but no deaths were attibuted to the storms. One incident in Marion, Ohio completely destroyed the Verizon Customer Relations office there. All eighteen people n staff were uninjured, but operations could not continue. Debris from the building littered the Columbus-Sandusky Road, closing it to traffic for more than seven hours. While itself a devastating event, a group of Marion volunteers who had just returned from the devastation in New York City seemed calmly used to the scene of such wreckage; they had observed damage hundreds of times worse in the past couple of weeks.
Amidst the backdrop of wet, gloomy weather, churches across the nation observed Easter with special celebrations and memorials. Millions of people attended special services which served to give rebirth to people's faith and patriotism. Their were some secular Easter activities, of course: Easter egg hunts for the children, and many community groups gave out baskets of jelly beans and chocolate bunnies. But for the first time in recent memory, the true significance of Easter seemed to be the focal point: Easter eggs, candy, Easter hams, and family get-togethers were a lesser portion of the celebrations this year. It was a Sunday full of worship, thanksgiving, prayer, and solemnity. Even non-Christian churches and synagagues marked the occasion with a certain reverence toward their fellow churchgoers. There was scant evidence of Christians, Jews, and Muslims being separatists; nowadays, regardless of religious persuasion, "we are all in this together," said a Lutheran minister in Boise, Idaho.
Services continued in many places throughout the day, and into the evening. Local television stations broadcast services to those who were in hospitals, or to shut-ins who couldn't leave their homes. Some communities held candle-light vigils to honor the millions of people who had died in the past hundred days.
At O.U.T.R.A.G.E. headquarters in St. Kitts, activity bustled. New political parties were being formed and 'chartered'. In the field, O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members were successfully recruited highly capable candidates willing to run for political office in the upcoming November elections. "Career politicians" were, if not extinct, certainly an endangered species. Voters would certainly reject anyone who even toyed with the idea of not imiting political terms in office. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. was serving as a clearinghouse for registering all these candidates and disseminating information to local election boards. The process was going swimmingly without the need for national, regional, or statewide hierachies. Local election boards could function very well on their own, thank you very much. Candidates went through a rigid screening process, and background checks were conducted with utmost thoroughness. It was important that every new political candidate have a clean record, be of good repute within his community, and be severey distanced from the stench of the former system of dirty politics this nation had endured for far too many decades. Accountants, small business owners, nurses, homemakers, bakers, and people from all walks of life wanted to participate freely and openly in this new venture. The 'Children's Party' was just one of many so-called 'splinter' groups devised for a specific passion. Those groups would eventually have to be merged with other groups of similar interests. Most important issues were human rights and equality; the environment and ecology; and global cooperation among the people from almost 200 nations over the globe. Emotional issues such as abortion. gay marriage and flag-burning had always been political pawns designed to stir people into a frenzy without accomplishing anything of any substance; those issues helped candidates because they were not too complex. Most voters could be expected to stand with a candidate on such simplistic values. Now, voters would be casting ballots for candidates who wanted to actually deal with the most critical issues facing America's future.
Easter Sunday was an unorthodox day of celebration and achievement being marked on an Orthodox date for such observance. It was a good day. Even where it had been a bad day.

Like beans in the Valley of the Jolly Green Giant, political parties were sprouting!
The Libertarians and the Green Party were finding new strength as voters abandoned "Republicrats" in favor of unconventional politics. Political interest was at an all-time high in contemporary America. Even the whirlwind ride of 1992 when H. Ross Perot terrorized the political establishment by earning 19% of the popular vote didn't compare to what was happening in America today: Saturday, April 26, 2008!
It was on that day - her forty-fifth birthday - that an unknown mother of four from a tiny Indiana rural hamlet took a giant step forward in her life. In a press release distributed to the major media around the country, this attractive former bartender announced that she was forming a new political party dedicated to the principles of equality for children. Intensely dedicated to her own children, the poised, statuesque woman who only identified herself by her first name - Liza - proclaimed that the United States government had "long neglected the needs of its children. That can no longer continue without notice and without change. Children are the future of our world," her news release stated, "and we cannot ignore them in favor of our adult proclivities." The three-page release announced that the new "Children's Party" would "put kids first, protect them from the evils of our adult world, and prime them for future leadership". Briefly outlined, the new political party would create more money for unconventional education programs, involve children in the political process at an early age, and provide "all the encouragement, resources, and experience necessary to ensure that children enjoy a productive and healthy childhood that leads them into productive, healthy adulthood". It was an astounding damnation of the way America had overlooked its youth during these past fifty years of corporate expansion, military build-up and governmental control.
"We have a larger percentage of starving children in America than is tolerable," the release claimed. "Too many millions of our children live in abject poverty because we refuse to force employers to pay decent wages to their parents. Why is it that an employer thinks he - or she - should be able to take a hundred times out of his business what he pays his help? They, too, have families to raise, household expenses to meet, and a life to enjoy." Accompanying the news release was a press kit filled with damning evidence of how employers at large and small businesses were unfairly biased toward employees who had no children or family responsibilities. In an age when more middle-aged couples found themselves caring for their elderly parents as well as their growing children, the unfairness was far too transparent. Also included in the press kit was a video tape of Liza expressing her views, and making a profound declaration: she was grooming her youngest daughter, Briley, who had just turned ten, to run for President of the United States in the 2032 election. The little girl would turn 35 in 2033, and would be eligilbe to become President under the current Constitutional laws.
Actually, there was a slight 'glitch' that could become a fly in the ointment, Liza acknowledged: Article II, Section I, item 4 of the United States Constitution states: "No person except a natural born citizen, or a citizen of the United States at the time of the adoption of this Constitution, shall be eligible to the office of President; neither shall any person be eligible to that office who shall not have attained to the age of thirty-five years, and been fourteen years a resident within the United States."
Technically, Briley wouldn't be 35 until early March of 2033. Already a bright, witty, charming, personable, gregarious, and highly intelligent young lady, her leadership skills and tenacity were distinguishable traits, even at such an early age. Her flair for the creative, the arts, and her determined drive to succeed against all odds, could hardly be overlooked. Could the constituency, a quarter-of-a-century from now, overlook this detail? Briley would be running for President when she was only 34, and - if elected - would be in office fortwo months before "attaining" the age of 35. Politicians were getting younger everyday. Pittsburg, Pennsylvania already had a twenty-something mayor due to the death of the newly-installed mayor in 2006. Hillsdale, Michigan voters elected a teen-ager as its mayor. More young people were participating in city councils and sitting on mayoral boards as representatives for youth in their respective communities.
The videotape showed a smiling, happy child with her more subdued and svelte, staunchly faithful mother at her side. Liza explained on the tape that she intentionally used only their first names because she wanted Briley to continue to have a "normal" childhood without being the focus of media attention. "That would only serve prurient interests," Liza said. "While we will do everything we can to expand Briley's education, strengthen her skills, and advance her interests, we want to avoid the media carnival that all too-often surrounds child celebrities. Naturally, as Briley matures, any decision to enter politics will be strictly her own. However, she already exhibits a keen interest in some aspects of the political scene, and we hope to encourage her along those lines without - of course - any undue influence.
The 'Children's Party' would become a grassroots organization which would invite children to become involved in the process and possibly emerge onto the political stage in future years. Meanwhile, the party's ultimate focus would be to sponsor legislation favorable to youth, and work with local groups to bring youth to the forefront of America's consciousness.
It was time, the press released noted, for the Kennedy and Bush dynasties to stop controlling American politics and give government back to its rightful owners - the people. The only way to compete with those families who groomed their children to follow their parents into politics was to groom millions of America's less fortunate children, bringing them into positions within the government wherein they could exercise "power to the people" and "power to the poor" - two segments of the population all too ignored by the wealthy, the influential, the 'connected', and the politically savvy.
America's educational system needed to reform itself so that American children could actually learn multiple languages at the most appropriate opportunity: when they were 3-5 years old and their minds were more flexible to such learning. American children needed to be indoctrinated in the ways and means of the United States government, and how its Constitution was supposed to stand for 'the people' - not the specially-selected. American youth should be taught to learn tolerance and acceptance among their peers, instead of petty jealousy, hatred, and bigotry. This was a turning point in Liza's life, and was bound to be a turning point in the course of the nation as - hopefully - its youth would grow up to be more adaptable, more giving, more compassionate, and less self-centered. "Our society has focused on the trivial of business, money, personal achievement and materialism for far too long," Liza stated in one brochure included in the press kit. "It is now time to give our children the gifts of sharing and caring. It is time for them to learn less about self-indulgence and become more responsive to the needs of the global society. We must begin now so that these ideals grow into a national creed."
To Liza's mind - and in Liza's heart - children were too important to ignore. Especially when adults put their own personal pleasures, possessions, and persuasions above the needs of the children in their lives. "Multi-tasked moms" who boasted about how they balanced their families and their careers had, perhaps, contributed more to the degradation of American children than they knew. Executive dads who could manage a mutli-million dollar merger needed to learn how to manage playing catch with their nine-year-old son. Harry Chapin's song, "Cats in the Cradle", was prophetic when it first hit the music charts in the early 1980's. Today, in 2008, it was more oracular than ever: we needed to give ourselves back to our children, and the new "Children's Party" planned to do everything it could to accomplish that lofty goal.

It had been a hundred days since O.U.T.R.A.G.E. rebels blew up the White House, the Capitol Building, and thousands of other structures around the country. As in most Presidential elections, an incoming President is given the first hundred days to get his act together, so to speak; after that, he's fair game for criticism from all comers. The raw devastation it had inflicted on the nation was reason enough to despise this well-financed group of revolutionaries. Then they - as the country's only structured organization of any authority - found themselves dealing with the after-effects of a massive west coast earthquake that had virtually leveled Los Angeles County, and a destructive hurricane that had ravished America's east coast. This was no simple transition; it had been the worst hundred - day "honeymoon" American voters had ever been through.
Friday, April 25, 2008 was a gloomy day over most of the country. Rescue and recovery teams were still actively searching for bodies, cleaning up mega-tons of debris, and trying to open roads, restore communications, and care for the injured. Clergy and psychologists were working 'round-the-clock trying to console those with family members who had been victimized by the explosions, the hurricane or the earthquake. Considering all the destruction, there was surprisingly little looting; people all across America seemed to have come together to help each other instead of thinking only about themselves.
Undoubtedly, there was an undercurrent of resentment among those who had been affected by the 'Rebellion of '08', but it seemed to be quelled - or at least subdued - by the fact that the nation was in turmoil and there was no time for vendettas or vengance. There were sick and injured to take care of; rebuilding to commence; and restoration projects galore. Every available able-bodied man, woman and child was recruited into service. Volunteers poured in from all over the country to help in the most devastated areas. Police, fire, and emergency personnel traveled from thousands of miles inland to help tend to the municipal needs on both coasts. Hospitals were filled to overflowing; doctors and nurses worked 36-hour shifts without complaint or compensation. Many municipal governments were allowing authorized individuals to raid pharmacies, pharmaceutical warehouses, and clinics destroyed by the disasters, in an attempt to obtain as much medicine as necessary.
The O.U.T.R.A.G.E. telecasts continued from St. Kitts without stopping. 24 hours a day, seven days a week, there was special programming being fed to television stations across America that were still operational. Interviews with Colin Powell and John McCain were played and re-played. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members, expert in their respective fields, conducted workshops and seminars on how to deal with different side affects of the disasters. Call-in shows were popular as citizens either phoned or e-mailed questions, asking what to do about anything and everything - from how to free a trapped family member's body from tons of crumpled concrete to how to get enough drinking water and food for individual families. Soup kitchens and shelters were identified continuously, with addresses scrolled across the bottom of the television screen. Millions of victims were virtually homeless, having lost all of their possessions. People in the 'heartland' - which had not been affected by either the hurricane or earthquake - were quick to help with generous donations of clothes, food, money. The American Red Cross was overcome with those wanting to give blood, or help put first aid kits together, or make up bandages.
Churches were full, sometimes day and night, all week long. Business remained opened; employees continued to go to work; yet, employers dutifully allowed their workers to come and go as they pleased if they wanted to volunteer or if they needed to tend to personal matters.
Insurance companies, banks, government facilities, and big business Taj-Mahal headquarters - all pretty much obliterated - were impotent to react. Local insurance agents, local community banks, local government operations, and small businesses, however, were functioning at extraordinary levels of competency. It was becoming apparent to most that "big" wasn't better after all. The "big" organizations only created too many levels of meaningless authority and supervision. 'Small' was much more manageable, could react with much more flexibility, and with much more compassion since they didn't have tiers of hierachies to answer to, or worry about this quarter's bottom line. Activity was streamlined, functional, and far less interfered with, sans mountains of paperwork, useless 'reports', and nit-picking data collection. It no longer mattered that a unit of product had to be sold at a 36% profit margin; it no longer mattered that a professional white-collar worker valued his or her time at a hundred bucks an hour. All that mattered was getting a job done and helping others - a venture that millions of Americans had lost sight of for decades. Bean counters and lawyers would no longer rule big corporations. Politicians would no longer rule without total accountability to the people.
The 'Rebellion of '08' had struck a blow at the very heart of what ailed America. It had cut out the gangrene at a terrible human and material cost. Earthquakes and hurricanes helped complete the process. Innocents had died. Not-so-innocents had systematically been eliminated. With the cancerous tissue removed and dead, the healing process could begin in earnest and a healthy restoration and reformation could take place.
O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members like Phil Baker, Ron Oetting, Lynn Patrick, Patrick Hamilton, Jil Adams, and thousands more had every reason to be proud of what they'd done. In an uncivilized world, they had helped detonate the most uncivilized acts of evil. But from that evil could come - and would come - good.

Wednesday had been a bad day for the author of this blog, having had way too many Bushwhackers - and other libations - at the local watering hole Tuesday night. There simply weren't enough brain cells functioning to even attempt writing a chapter.
Cruzan Vanilla & Cokes, peapickers, shots of some kind of Banana liqueur, a few White Russians, and the first few chugs of beer in his entire 63 years of life, caused some definite impairities, resulting in a complete meltdown.

On Thursday, April 24, 2008, a dramatic event unfolded in Paris: leaders of an obscure Muslim band of insurgents emerged publicly for the first time, proclaiming their confidence in the new interim leadership of the United States of America. This radical group had purportedly claimed responsibility for over a dozen attacks on U.S. overseas facilities in recent years. They had been among the most vocal critics of the Bush administration, and had joined in well-publicized demonstrations where Bush had been burned in effigy. In the fall of 2006, resentment against the U.S.A. heated up worldwide. The President of Iran challenged Geroge W. Bush to a public debate, which Bush's handlers wisely declined (Bush's dullardly dim-wittedness would have been no match for this savvy, intelligent leader). Then, at a United Nations global conference, Venuzuelean President Caesar Chevaz had called Bush 'the Devil", inflaming rousing anti-Bush sentiment worldwide. Even American pollsters were feverishly surprised at the growing change of public opinion. When the Pope made disparaging remarks about Islam, he was forced to apologize as public rage flamed fires of threats that the Papal reign and the American reign of terror would be destroyed. On January 18, 2008, the day after O.U.T.R.A.G.E. had brought down the United States government, massive celebrations took place all over the world. Clearly, the 'evil empire' George W. Bush had created was resented, as were the rich Americans who snubbed their collective noses at the rest of the world. The days of American arrogance, gluttony, hubris, avarice and dominance were over; the rest of the world wanted to share in America's rich bounty, and no longer would the United States be a place where families had two or three new cars in their garages; where women draped themselves in jewelry; where businessmen entertained clients at $600 lunches; where sumptuous mansions with twelve bathrooms were so commonplace.

Worldwide, there was an undercurrent of resentment. For years, the British monarchy and its self-imposed lifestyle of extravagant wealth had been challenged; ever since the tragic death of Princess Diana British citizens were calling for the end of the monarchy. Now, such sentiment had escalated to the point where the Royal Family was actualy beginning to acquiesce by giving much of its holdings back to the commonwealth. Attacks had been mounted on ostentatious wealth in Hong Kong, Malaysia, France, Italy, and even China. But nowhere was it more prevalent than in the U.S.A. Even American citizens of average means were finally up in arms over the decadance of the wealthy, the powerful, and the influential. That chain of events is what had stirred the humble beginnings of O.U.T.R.A.G.E. Now this revolutionary, murderous band of hi-tech rebels was becoming a beacon of hope and equality for all Americans, regardless of financial status, family heritage, political dynasty, or influential status. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. was the catalyst for change; although it would take time and much energy, the United States of American was slowly becoming a true democracy wherein the government would be governed by the people instead of being governed by those who were elected to serve the people. Self-indulgence and the lust for power had ruined the Republic; change was imminent. 'Average' citizens had rose from the couch, put down the remote, and joined the 'Rebellion of '08' to have their country returned to them. With proper administration and common-sense enlightenment, the United States could rise from the ashes of the last hundred days and once again become the greatest nation on Earth. Not only would American citizens have to overwhelmingly join the crusade; the whole world would have to accept the changes.

On Tuesday, April 22, 2008, the United States of America and twenty-three other nations around the world initiated one of history's most spectacular international tribunals. The trial began at the Hague in the Netherlands, determined to convict George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, and Donald Rumsfeld of high treason against the United States and crimes against humanity, as defined within the context of international law. In addition to these three being tried posthumously were all 533 deceased members of the U.S. Congress, described in court records as the "most corrupt, cowardly, incompetent, arrogant, self-centered body ever to occupy the United States Capitol Building". Listed as co-conspirators, all of the former Bush cabinet members and approximately 11,000 others identified by name, were corporate CEOs, bankers, government bureaucrats, movie stars, lawyers, entertainment industry executives, athletes, and assorted celebrities, all of whom had been killed in the January 17th bombings across America.
Civil war had erupted in Iraq in early 2007, as feuding insurgents continued to gain ground throughout that war-ravaged country. It had tripled the number of U.S. soldiers killed, quadrupled the number of Iraqi civilians fatally injured, and proved to the world that the Bush administration and all of the United States' military might was impotent against these small bands of rag-tag rebels who were willing to fight to the death for their beliefs. Ten thousand U.S. soldiers were now dead; thousands more were injured, many permanently.
On Monday, March 17, 2008, Interim President Colin Powell had flown to Dover Air Force Base to meet the flag-draped casket of the 10,000th U.S. soldier killed in Iraq. It was the first of many visit Powell and McCain would make to Dover, Delaware - something former President George W. Bush had never bothered to do. Apparently, dead soldiers were of little importance to Bush; such 'collateral damage' came with the territory, but was certainly nothing to be concerned about. Casualties were a part of war, Bush reasoned. His presence would not bring those dead soldiers back, and - besides - he couldn't be bothered with such trivial incidentals; he had more important things to do.
Oil industry executives who had manipulated the price of gasoline were indicted in this international court of justice. Athletes and celebrities who squandered millions on themselves without regard for those less fortunate were now dead, and were also being accused of crimes against humanity. CEOs who ruined companies and destroyed employees' lives while grabbing all the millions they could for themselves were among the long list of those about to stand in posthumous judgment. The trial would take months - perhaps years. Attorneys working on this unprecedented case were being paid a minimal flat retainer with no chance of any hefty settlement or recovery bonus. They were sworn to secrecy, having taken an oath that they would in no way capitalize from their efforts, under penalty of being added to the list of indictments, and tried with the very same societal offenses.
This was an important step for O.U.T.R.A.G.E. because it - hopefully - would justify why the revolutionary organization had done what it did. Hundreds of thousands of O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members were hopeful that the court would agree with their motives and sympathize with their actions. The O.U.T.R.A.G.E. victims included most of the top 1% of America's wealthiest individuals, as well as thousands of mega-rich corporations and thousands of government personnel. Propety damage had been estimated to be in the hundreds of billions of dollars. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members desperately wanted their day in court for vindication. They needed a court of law and center of justice to agree: what the members of O.U.T.R.A.G.E. had done, needed to be done, and was done with the purest of purpose. Without such legal justification, the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. actions would only serve as a precedent to further bloodshed and mass murder. That was not the desired outcome; and the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. defense became paramount to its continued peacekeeping functions.
As the clean-up from the bombings, hurricane and earthquake would continue for years, so this phenomenal court case would continue. It was an unparalleled legal challenge, one that could change the course of world history.

Moviemaking had become big business in the United States. Starting after the turn of the century with silent films, industry executives quickly graduated to lavish productions for the "big screen", and eventually turned their attention to the new medium of television. Early TV was not much more than replicas of the old vaudeville acts that used to travel from theater to theater throughout the country. TV made stars out of Milton Berle and Sid Caesar. Comedy reigned uspreme in the 1950's and into the 60's as Lucille Ball dominated the airwaves, and families like the Cleavers and the Nelsons brought tame adventures into America's homes. Then things got dirty. Revelations that professional wrestling was not much more than pernicious performance acting spoiled that venue; scandal rocked the world of TV quiz shows, and the ho-hum family dramas and variety shows were wearing thin on American audiences. Even action-packed westerns were no longer attracting sufficient viewers, and ratings were more and more the "name of the game".
Johnny Carson became a legend as he presented his special blend of "wink-wink" innocence and naughtiness on late night TV for thirty years. But movie makers and television programmers needed something more daring - something more edgy - to keep ratings high and advertisers spending big bucks for a thirty-second commercial. By the mid-1970's things had been tweaked up a notch, and the tweaking continued throughout the 1980's and into the 1990's. Suddenly, it was considered commonplace for viewers to see couples engaged in various sex acts on the movie screen; suddenly it was acceptable to use curse words on television, but only for "dramatic effect", of course. Censors argued with writers over what was gratuitous and what necessary to the plot or theme of the performance. As the entertainment industry overstepped its bounds, Congress stepped in and - as always - proceeded to make a mess of things. A new spurious "ratings system" was touted to the public as a means of warning potential movie-goers about content. Only movies with a 'PG' or 'G' rating were considered wholesome enough for family audiences. If the movie was rated 'R' or - God forbid ! 'X' - your family was warned not to pay for films showing nudity, sexual acts, graphic violence, rape, or unsubdued raw language.
At first the movie industry fought the ratings system. But then something happened that changed their minds. Movie makers suddenly recognized that an 'R' or 'X' rating often boosted attendance! Even kids would lie about their age to get into a theater just to see Sharon Stone cross her legs while not wearing panties! Indeed, some film makers began inserting such sexy scenes just so that their films would earn the 'R' or 'X' ratings!
Society was changing, thanks in large part to the influence of movies and television. It was no longer uncommon to hear a junior-high-school student use the "F" word in class. Teen-age girls started wearing more revealing clothing to school while Mom and Dad were experimenting with wife-swapping or group orgies. "Mens' magazines" were prominently displayed for sale easily within eyesight of young children. Graphic depictions of rapes and murders became everyday fare on television, even in early evening prime time. Some experts estimated that an average American child witnessed more than 30,000 scenes of rapes and murders before they were out of high school. By the end of the century, life was imitating art.
The influence of images projected by the "entertainment" industry had calloused America. Suddenly nothing was sacred; nothing was private. Movie stars enhanced their popularity when they confessed to cheating on their wives, frequenting houses of prostitution, or entering a rehabilitation center to cure them of drug or alcohol abuse. It was familiar fodder, and America gobbled it up like pigs in a garbage pit. High school kids were dressing in gothic black garb and murdering their classmates just to "see what it would feel like".
Politicians and lawyers conveniently created complex laws that they used to their advantage. "Just because it's legal doesn't make it right," argued one law professor. But creative interpretation of cumbersome legislation allowed lawyers to skirt the law and caused Congressmen to disregard the Constitution of the United States. The wealthy elitists and industrialists, lobbyists, special interest groups and big business had all played a role in the degradation of America. The "entertainment" industry spoon-fed its toxicity to Americans, who found themselves swimming in a cesspool of sin and seduction without even recognizing how such errant behavior had deteriorated even the 'common people'. You were no longer considered such a terrible person just because you'd been married and divorced multiple times; divorced men were even running for office!
There was no shame connected with being caught in the flames of an extra-marital affair. Living together was not only acceptable, but viewed largely as preferable to the tie-me-down commitment of marriage. Casual sex was rampant among teen-agers and college kids. If you were an alcoholic or drug addict, it might make you famous - or infamous. Abortion was easy and accessible to the masses - but, while it was legal to kill and unborn child, it remained illegal to kill a terminally-ill person who simply wanted to die with a modicum of dignity. Cross-dressers, flaming homosexuals, bi-racial couples, lesbian television stars, steroid-using athletes, child molesters, wanna-be murderers and unmarried pregnant couples not only came out of the closets and confessed their discretions, but gained notoriety, respect and financial security by doing so!
Then an American President got caught in the throes of a dalliance with a White House intern, and his political opponents spent millions of taxpayer dollars on impeaching him because he lied to Congress about it. Oh, to be sure, there were other 'issues' - but the most titillating segments of the Congressional investigation concerned Bill Clinton's colorful sex life. And from there things unraveled. Teen-age girls no longer thought it was wrong to give their boyfriends blow jobs on the school bus. After all, it was nothing different than a kiss on the cheek. It certainly wasn't "sex"!
The entertainment industry had influenced Americans and Americans influenced the entertainment industry. With a few notable exceptions, most TV and movie producers, writers, programmers, directors and actors exposed their limited abilities and creativity by reducing their work to nothing more than worthless slime. Just as big business had no use for long-term planning anymore ("you're only as good as your next quarter's bottom line" said one CEO), careers in the entertainment industry rose and fell with one's most recent exposure. If you weren't on the front page of the "Enquirer" or featured in some ugly designer dress in "People" magazine with your latest lover, you were a nobody.
By the turn of the century, George W. Bush's handlers knew how to manipulate the press and influence the American people. Lying was not considered something the government shouldn't do; after all, it had its agenda to maintain at any cost. To hell with the idea of serving the "people"...there were masters to serve. Masters who contributed heavily to political campaigns in return for 'favors' or 'special consideration'. Like the entertainment industry and big business, the U.S. government neglected any sense of responsibility. Moral or ethical conduct was unimportant anymore. "Getting the job done" was important - at all costs and at any sacrifice on the part of the American people. Hatred, bigotry, lying, cheating, stealing, raping, murdering, conspiring, price-gouging, misrepresenting, abusing, conning, manipulating, and dominating were all acceptable behaviors - as long as you could legally get away with, of course. And legally getting away with it only required the cost of a fancy-pants attorney, an obliging member of Congress on the right committee, or a pliable President who had no clue what to do without the guidance of his handlers.

An old joke that had plagued George W. Bush for years before his death had a particular sting because of its caustic innuendo regarding his dim-wittedness. Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, as the joke goes, had a meeting with his Commander-In-Chief to offer a briefing on the Iraq war. "Mr. President," Rumsfeld said, "I'm pleased to report that there's good news and bad news. The good news is that we seem to be making progress toward Iraq's becoming a democracy. The bad news is that I've just learned that three Brazilian soldiers were killed today in downtown Baghdad." Visibly distraught over the news, Bush turned pale, the color drained from his face. Shaken and speechless, he asked Rumsfeld to get him a glass of water. After Bush had calmed somewhat, and seemed to regain his composure, Rumsfeld asked, "Sir, are you alright?" With tears welling up in his eyes, yet back in control of his emotions, Bush turned to Rumsfeld and said, "Yeah, Rummy, I'm okay. But tell me, exactly how many is a brazillian?"
The war had killed ten thousand U.S. soldiers in Iraq. Now reports were trickling in from Iran, where already a hundred U.S. soldiers had died. The tragic consequences of war were that men who truly loved their country were sent to die for unjust causes, all for unjust reasons. Ever since World War II, industrialists recognized how profitable war could be. So, they invested millions of dollars and countless hours of energy in dumbing-down Congress and assorted Presidential administrations in an unabashed attempt to maintain the massive profitability of the new, huge military-industrial complex in the U.S.A. First there was the Korean Conflict; then the Cold War; the Cuban Missile Crisis; the Vietnam War; and Desert Storm. Added to those major events were a number of smaller skirmishes, all requiring the goods and services provided by the armaments industry. Everything from guns and ammo to tanks and fighterjets to k-rations and reconstruction services, the U.S. government was the largest - and often, only - customer of companies like McDonnell-Douglas, Halliburton, General Electric, Westinghouse, Boeing, and dozens of other huge corporations. Helicopters, tanks, missiles and bombs were among the most disposable products sold to the federal government. Many of these companies also sold their products to other nations around the world. The demand for weapons of mass destruction was, indeed, a massive market that generated mega-millions in profits for these mammoth corporations. Dick Cheney, after becoming CEO of an insignificant company called Halliburton which had floundered in obscurity for 75 years, quickly turned its fortunes around through the magic of lucrative government contracts. The Iraqi war of the 1990's had been a boondoggle for Halliburton, which appropriately rewarded Cheney with lavish bonuses. Once he resigned and became Vice-President of the United States of America, his ties to Halliburton - though adamantly denounced and denied - were closer than ever. Billions of dollars were being funneled through secret channels that could buy influence, bribe the necessary Congressmen, and continue the rape and pillage of taxpayers' money.
Now, the Iran "war" proved to be even more profitable since the U.S. invasion was not sanctioned by the United Nations and was only supported by troops from one other country: France. That gave Halliburton virtual 'carte blanche' to do anything it wanted, at whatever price it wanted to charge the U.S. taxpayers. Until the events of January 17, 2008, Halliburton executives were slathered in billions of excessive profits. Suddenly, as the Halliburton headquarters crashed into chunks of debris, such excess stopped. Halliburton employees in Iraq and Iran were without supervision, direction, or compensation.
As American troops had wallowed in uncertainty for three months now, contracted government suppliers and vendors weren't sure where their orders would come from, or when - and if - they would be paid for their services. Without the motivation of money, many of these independent contractors jumped ship and left the middle east. Some returned to America' others disappeared into other regions of the world. Chaos spread throughout the region as military actions dwindled to nothing. There seemed to be no reason to fight if no one knew who they were fighting for anymore. Interim President Colin Powell, as Interim Commander-In-Chief, had only given vague, broad orders: "Stop all military action until further notice." Some generals in the field disobeyed the orders and continued local battles; other commanders simply put their troops at bay, hunkered down and determined only to protect their own facilities. Military action, while not coming to a total end, was certainly dramatically reduced. Without an enemy to fight, insurgents in Iraq and Iran decided not to waste their limited resources on non-existent battles. Ironically, without any kind of truce or peace initiative being proclaimed, people stopped fighting. Could peace truly be at hand?

One prominent figure who hadn't been heard from since the disasterous consequences of January 17, 2008 was former Vice-President Al Gore. He had survived the bombings, even though the Democratic National Headquarters in several Tennessee cities had been demolished by bombs, Gore had not been at any of the locales. He had actually been out of the country at an international conference on global warming, an issue that had become his personal mission. Just two years earlier, Gore had released "An Inconvenient Truth", which eventually became the fourth largest-grossing film documentary of all time. While it accurately and urgently defined the threats associated with global warming, even those who saw the movie seemed unmoved to do anything about it. American youth's unwillingness to conserve gasoline, heat, or other energy forms was at an all-time high. Even as gasoline approached $4.00-per-gallon, motorists didn't see the need for energy conservation. Many claimed it was all a "liberal hoax" to scare us into conservation. Big corporations easily hired greedy scientists to pooh-pooh the ideas of global warming becoming an enironmental threat. Still, legitimate evidence demonstrated that polar ice caps were melting faster than anyone imagined. Polar bears were drowning as ice melted literally beneath their huge white paws. Unknown islands began appearing in areas of the Arctic, hving been buried under sheets of ice for ages.
Now O.U.T.R.A.G.E. had persauded Gore to join its ranks. He would travel around the nation - and throughout the world - to help send an important message: global warming was a real threat to the world' enivronment, ecology and economies. Colin Powell and John McCain welcomed Gore's input and participation, announcing it to a nation-wide TV audience on Saturday, April 19, 2008.
Just before the mid-term elections in 2006, gasoline prices had been at record highs of $3.00-per-gallon or more. Suddenly, by mid-September, prices plummeted to under $2.25-per-gallon, and Republicans, of course, took the credit for it, as happy motorists reveled in the savings. Obtuse, naive voters never stopped to give serious thought to what kind of fools the big oil companies had played them for; it was all a psychological shell game to escalate gasoline prices - and enhance oil company profits. Oil companies were tired of selling a product, on which Americans were so dependent, at such insignificant profit margins. They had invested millions of dollars and many years of political strategizing to finally put two sordid former oil men in the White House. By 2005, oil prices were changing on a day-to-day basis, sometimes on an hourly basis. Retail gasoline dealers didn't share in the increased profits; that was reserved for the mega corporations that captured, refined, and distributed the oil. Of course, every time the price of oil shot up, "experts" blamed it on the theory of supply-and-demand. Oil, after all, was a commodity that was traded as such. In peak travel times, more gasoline would be necessary, and stressed-out Americans bought into the oil companies' rhetoric. It wasn't their fault; blame it on the 'marketplace'. Oil firms ran "warm and fuzzy" ads about how they contributed to conservation efforts, and how they did everything they could to keep gasoline prices at reasonable levels. Industry analysts had quietly confided to oil company executives that it was unlikely American motorists would really rebel until gasoline hit four bucks a gallon or more. So, the oil companies played the American consumer like a fine Stradavarius, allowing oil prices to peak and then bringing them down a notch or two. Within months, motorists were accustomed to the roller-coaster ride and gleefully bragged whenever they could buy gas for $2.85 a gallon (failing to remember that a year ago they were able to buy it for $1.85 a gallon). Few took time to recognize that a 50% - 75% increase in the price of a gallon of gas was price-gouging at its most outrageous. In full cooperation of the Bush White House, oil companies realized massive profits without fear of government regulation or interference.
There was, of course, plenty of blame for such fluctuations in the price of oil: the Iraq war; the shutdown of a BP pipeline that had been deteriorating for years without repair; increased driving demands; gas-guzzling SUVs littering America's highways; and weather conditions (such as 2005's Hurricane Katrina) that affected oil refining and distribution procedures. The sheer greed and gluttony of the oil companies was outlandish, but - without the federal government doing anything to protect its citizens from such lack of conscience or fairness - the oil companies' executive snakes slithered all the way to the banks.
As gasoline prices fell, the Republicans felt confident that they would prevail, and would retain control of Congress after the 2006 mid-term elections. As could have been predicted, gasoline prices soared immediately after the elections. Oil industry experts balmed it on the expectation of increased travel during November and December. But prices continued to rise during all of 2007, and by the time President Bush was ready to make his 2008 State of the Union address, most Americans were paying more thn $4.00-per-gallon for gasoline. It was the Bush-Cheney promise to the oil companies: keep prices low until we're back in power, and you can screw over American motorists all you want after that. Analysts were predicting that the price of gasoline would reach $6.00-per-gallon before the spring of 2008.
Mammoth profits gave oil companies huge amounts of investment capital with which to fund new energy ventures. Practically overnight, oil companies were building new ethanol plants, constructing wind farms, growing corn and soybeans, and touting themselves as "energy-conscious" good corporate citizens whose only concern was the benefit of the Amrican consumer.
Gullible Americans sucked it all in, not recogizing that suddenly "conservation" would cost them dearly. Ethanol caused cars to run more fuel-efficiently, and could be produced more cheaply than gasoline. The result was that oil companies were able to make larger profit margins as they continued to cheat consumers by inflating the prices of new, more efficient fuels. Had the ethanol plants been built by small, independent coops or local business people,profit margins would have been lower and American consumers would have enjoyed dramatic reductions in their energy bills. Thanks to the market manipulations by the major oil companies, their customers were still being gouged without mercy. So what if a single mother of three had to choose between food and fuel? The pharmaceutical companies had the same kind of manipulative marketing practices in place: so what if a single mother of three had to choose between fuel and medicine? While there's nothing inherently wrong with the profit motive in a capitalistic culture, excess was a poor excuse for taking advantage of citizenry that was being cheated, bamboozled, and forced to pay higher prices for everything from gasoline to garage door openers.
WalMart was a giant presence in U.S. retailing, virtually putting small businesses out of business across America. Known for paying its employeed minimum wages (or less, when they could get away with it), WalMart's CEO had launched a new public relations campaign designed to improve the chain's image. He boasted about how his employees were given 'average' pay increases, but failed to mention that four descendants of Sam Walton were still on the Forbes' list of the world's wealthiest people. Why couldn't these mutli-billionaires give up vast portions of their obscene wealth to provide adequate wages and beneifts for their employees? That seemed to be the way of the corporate world: let the "big shots" call the shots and squander the company's coffers while claiming that ten-cent hourly pay increases could bankrupt their fabulously wealthy corporations. One of the major O.U.T.R.A.G.E. missions had been to destroy such greedy attitudes; thousands of corporate headquarters had been obliterated, and tens of thousands of corporate executives had been murdered.
Al Gore was going to be a valuable asset to the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. team. Not only would he focus his attentions on ecological and environmental issues, he was also be fighting the scourge of big business that had infected America over the past fifty or sixty years. Profit was not a four-letter word: excessive profits, however, was uncalled for and unfair to the American community. Oppressed United Taxpayers Revolting Against Government Excess also stood tall for the 'little guys' - the common, average everyday laborers who went to work, paid their taxes, and were getting gouged by the rich and powerful elements who continually raped consumers and plundered through American pocketbooks.

Dismantling America's huge stockpiles of nuclear weapons was proving to be a more difficult task than most could have imagined. But, because it was taking longer - and was being done under public scrutiny - the world quickly came to recognize that Colin Powell was a man of his word. Other nations sent representatives to the U.S., who returned home convinced that America was, indeed, destroying its weapons of mass destruction. Such effort would take a long time - in fact, it was now estimated it could take several years due to the delicacy of the work and the enormity of the inventory.. But virtually every assembly of military personnel, statesmen, and scientists who witnessed the American activity advised their respective countries to follow suit. Already, many other nations had begun their own programs, dismantling their own arsenals, and inviting representatives from other countries to observe the activity.
O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members were flying to other nations as official representatives of Colin Powell, strongly urging the total destruction of all nuclear weapons. Understandably, some nations viewed this as an American ploy aimed at its own self-interests. After all, the United States of America ws perhaps as vulnerable as ever in its history, and it would make perfectly good sense to persuade enemies and allies alike to destroy armaments that could be used to further destroy America. Some countries promised to take the American recommendations under advisement with their various political assemblies. Some more adamant leaders would only commit to a cautious "consideration" of such proposals. Certainly, the possibility always existed America could have a private stockpile of weapons that no one knew about; it was also well known that the Bush administration had placed standing orders for continuous production of additional nuclear weapons. While the American public was unaware of such orders, most nations' intelligence communities knew that more nuclear weapons were still being built everyday in the U.S.A. They also knew that many of the corporations who produced these weapons had been demolished by O.U.T.R.A.G.E. on January 17; but that didn't necessarily preclude the possibility that production was still ongoing in some remote bomb-building factory that itself hadn't been bombed.
It was an issue of trust, and many nations of the world hadn't trusted other nations of the world for centuries. But Powell's initiative went further: he proposed that the global community collectively pool its resources spent on defense and war to create "a mammoth world-wide environmental fund dedicated to renewing our good Earth". His message was delivered personally by O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members to leaders of more than 175 countries all over the globe. Exhaustive plans were outlined for the creation of international recycling programs; the reduction of damages being caused by global warming; repair of the fragile ozone layer; and the cessation of such earth-damaging activities such as deforestation, oil drilling, strip mining, and the invasion of the oceans. Powell's comprehensive outline was backed up by documentation from many of the world's most prominent and learned scientists, environmentalists, and naturalists, all of whom agreed that human infestation of the Earth have come close to obliterating the very planet on which humans live. It was time, Powell argued, to stop the insanity. "Together," he stated, "we have the fiscal and human resources to make this a better world instead of warring with one another toward our mutual mass elimination."
The global community was skeptical, yet impressed. Powell's plan made common sense. Pulling everyone together would be the challenge.

Thursday, April 17, 2008 was an uneventful day throughout the country. Spring weather had set in, and many communities were dealing with the increased stench of death as bodies still buried in piles of rubble decayed in the warm weather. Cities like New York, Washington, D.C., and Los Angeles were especially vulnerable due to the hundreds of thousands - perhaps millions - of dead. Rescue and recovery efforts were working day and night, but it was an endless task that took it toll on the morale and psyche of hundreds of thousands of volunteers who had traveled to the most severely damaged areas to help in any way they could. Hospitals that managed to function were filled to capacity. Doctors and nurses were overwhelmed with work. Even gravediggers couldn't keep up with the demand for mass graves where bodies were piled high, then cremated for the most efficient disposal. It had been just over a month since the hurricane hit the east coast and the earthquake hit the west coast.
O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members were experiencing burn-out, too, as they tried to coordinate activities around the country. Not only were they instrumental in organizing work forces to help communities recover from the events of last January, as well as the hurricane and earthquake. But it also was heaviy engaged in preparing for the November elections, recruiting potential Congressional candidates, preparing polling places, helping to create new political parties, and pretty much doing all the "grunt work" required to ensure a strong turn-out of voters. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. was also working with corporations, media, and community organizations in an attempt to build a unified effort behind the new elections. There were myriad topics to be discussed, disputed, and developed. In a country as diverse as the United States of America, it was almost impossible to get a consensus on anything. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. realized that it had to bring people together on one vital issue: the need to turn the country into a true democracy that was ruled by the people. Being a republic, wherein the country was governed by those elected by the people, had failed. Those who would be elected to Congress in November would have to understand that they would be sworn to uphold the wishes of the majority of the people. There would be no cozy arrangements with wealthy elitists, special interest groups, lobbyists, or big business. 'We the People...' would be the flagship of the new government.
"Nobody trusts the federal government anymore," one O.U.T.R.A.G.E. member stated on a half-hour television segment about government authority. Television broadcasts were still continuing 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and most TV stations around the nation carried at least a good number of the segments. There were round-table discussions about how to re-organize government; profound speeches about the need for reforms; spirited retorts on how the 'Rebellion of '08' had given America a reason to revitalize itself. Call-in talk shows allowed citizens to voice their opinions; e-mail addresses were prominently advertised, affording citizens the opportunity to express themselves on various issues. It was a well-orchestrated campaign designed to get people involved in the new political process - something that the average citizen had been denied access to for decades as contemporary politicians ran the system the way they saw fit, to their own benefit. Legions of new ideas were being brought forth, and each deserved delicate attention. Even the craziest concepts were given courteous consideration. If a democracy was going to work, it had to work for all people, not just those of certain position, status, income, or social persuasion. Gays, Muslims, Hispanics, Athiests, Christians, poor people, senior citizens, wealthy people, males, females, vegans, African Americans, and even white anglo-saxons all had a right to be heard. Building a consensus of government that would please everyone was a monumental order, but it had to be done. No longer could any one group hold more power, influence of authority than any other. No longer could your station in society dictate your ring on the ladder of leverage. Instead of Ronald Reagan's "All for One, ME" approach, the new national motto would have to become, "All for One, and one for All". The arduous, but ardent, work continued non-stop.

Colin Powell and John McCain met with hundreds of O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members to announce the discovery of George W. Bush's private diary. Experts were examining it now, they explained, to ensure its authenticity, and it would be revealed to the public once those examinations proved to be accurate. "If this diary is the real thing," warned McCain, "it simply confirms the need for an organization such as O.U.T.R.A.G.E. It demonstrates how far government has removed itself from our Constitution and the needs of its people. A revolution was in order, as is Constitutionally provided for when citizens find themselves under the rule of an oppressive and tyrannical government. The 'Rebellion of '08' had to happen." Powell interjected that, while he originally had negative thoughts about the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. agenda, his opinion had steadily improved after working with members over these past couple of months. Since he'd been elected Interim President in March, he confessed to witnessing "nothing other than pure patriotism and love of our great nation" No one is in this for their own personal gain. This is a team of patriotic soldiers whose only objective is to return our nation to greatness. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. is the contemporary equivalent of the American "minutemen" who helped give birth to our nation and extricate us from the bonds of an oppressive British monarchy."
The assembled groups of O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members heard the same message, as did those O.U.T.R.A.G.E. members in the field, and those citizens watching on television. Powell and McCain believed it was in the interests of honesty to let the American people know about the discovery of the diary; however, he cautioned that its contents should remain unrevealed until analysts confirmed its legitimacy, which could take months. "If we are to restore our nation to that of a true democracy which is governed by the people, we must do so with complete straight-forwardness," McCain said. "The public has a right to know about everything its government does. The press has a right to be skeptical, and challenge every move the government makes. Government leaders have the responsibility to ensure this freedom of exchange is never silenced. Obviously, the Bush administration chose to supress freedom of information. We must not allow that to happen again."
Methodically, actions were being taken to reduce the tentacles of the federal government. Interestingly, the utter devastation caused by an east coast hurricane and a west coast earthquake made that easier since many government facilities simply no longer existed. Government's reach had extended too far; now government's reach would be considerably shorter. There would be more power returned to the states, and more power given to the people. An American Revolution had taken place; now the real work of reforming government - something so many politicians had promised, yet never delivered - was beginning.

Expert analysts poured over the George W. Bush diary, first of all to determine its authenticity; then to evaluate its content. To many it appeared that George W. Bush was on the brink of his own self-destruction. Had he not been among those killed in the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. explosions on January 17th, the magnitude of that catastrophe might easily have done him in; it was apparent that he was in a fragile state of mind, vacillating between his role as the leader of the greatest nation on Earth and his role as nothing more than a lackey for a handful of billionaires who dominated his life. Even George W. Bush must have recognized that he was a witless victim of his own heritage. He had the misfortune of being born into a family whose goal was to rule the world; the family needed him to serve as the token politician, someone they could install as an obsequious robot who would righteously do their bidding without challenge, skepticism, or concern.
Almost seven years had passed since two airplanes supposedly manned by evil 'terrorists' had crumpled the World Trade Center's twin towers. Almost half of those killed had still not been identified. Thousands more were just beginning to notice ill effects that had to have been a result of their being too close to the billowing smoke on September 11, 2001. Some were volunteers who had come to help with the rescue and recovery efforts; others had the misfortune to live or work too close to the two demolished buildings. Months of breathing in toxic smoke had, over the years, caused serious medical problems. Yet the federal government had done precious little to alleviate these people's pain and suffering. A billion dollars had been set aside for distribution to those New York City residents who showed signs of poor health due to 9-11. Instead of allocating the funds as had been authorized by the New York State legislature, the City of New York chose to challenge virtually every dispute. By the end of 2007, the City of New York had used more than $50 million of the money to pay lawyers who had been employed to contest victims' claims. By the end of 2007, practically none of the money had been dispersed to victims who were either too ill to work, or who were dying. Even more appalling was the fact that the federal government had offered no benefits or help to these victims. Constitutionally required to protect and defend its citizens, the government had failed miserably to do so after September 11, 2001. This was perhaps the worst tragedy to take place on U.S. soil since December 7, 1941 when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. Yet the Bush administration simply ignored the needs of 'common' citizens, content to - instead - squander trillions of taxpayer dollars on insane 'wars' in Iraq and Iran, all because gluttonous oil men wanted all the easily-accessible oil in those regions. It was perhaps the most blatant neglect any administration had ever demonstrated toward its constituencies.
The Bush diary revealed appalling disregard for America's poor, and even the country's middle-class. Bush's disdain for anyone not worth billions - or at least, hundreds of millions - of dollars was unsubtle. His lack of compassion for the thousands of people killed since his Iraqi 'war' started in 2003 was repugnantly inhumane. It was as if anyone who only made $100,000 a year (or, God forbid, even less!) was so much shit on George W. Bush''s shoes. Delicate hints swathed the diary's pages, indicating that, indeed, the Bush administration had played a role in the 9-11 catastrophies, as well as many of the "terrorist" attacks that followed, both on American soil and abroad. There was no doubt that George W. Bush had some inner conflict about such activities, but there was just as much evidence that he was committed to his slavers and the yoke with which he had so unwittingly been burdened. It had nothing to do with conscience, or grief, or morality for George W. Bush; it had everything to do with his total disreard for anything outside the realm of his very limited comprehension. Bush was a moron, the most perfect "patsy" since Lee Harvey Oswald.
Yet, somewhere inside his drab, dullardly brain, Bush must have realized that his self-proclaimed 'born-again" Christianity would almost certainly condemn him to an eternal damnation of Hell's fire and brimstone because of the mass murders he had committed, all for the scourge of oil money. He was a modern-day Judas who had betrayed his country and himself for the interests of "big business" and enormous collective wealth among his peers. This very private diary demonstrated how he wrestled with his conscienceless inner-self every day; it also was evident of how his "handlers" kept him completely unaware of anything and everything they didn't want him to "worry" about. By the beginning of his last year as President of the United States, George W. Bush knew he had been played for the fool he truly was; his 'cowboy' mentality and lack of any intelligent depth played into the hands of his superiors. Had those within the Bush inner-circle known about the diary? Unlikely. Most analysts agreed this appeared to be an intensely personal record privy to no one, not even Mrs. George W. Bush.

Startling news came from Washington, DC as workers dug through the rubble of the White House. First priority, of course, had been to rescue any survivors after the January 17th explosions; the next priority was recovering the bodies. Now, a dozen weeks after the bombings, crews were still clearing debris. A volunteer from Tennessee first noticed a small, black leather diary lying on the floor of what was once the Oval Office. The hurricane had completely destroyed the elegant furnishings, and most of what remained was nothing more than broken, mud-caked rubbish, waiting to be tossed into dumpsters and carted away. Somehow, the diary had escaped serious harm and, as fate would allow, the worker gently picked up the small book and began browsing through its pages. The leather binding had protected the pages from the elements, and the worker instantly realized he was holding the personal diary of George W. Bush, deceased President of the United States of America! Certainly something that would be included in a Presidential library someday, the journal contained cryptic writings that never made it into any official government papers, never became classified documents, and probably would have been kept from the public for generations because of its scathing content.
George W. Bush's handwriting was indicative of someone with little patience for detail, someone who was much more comfortable with broad brush strokes rather than clarity, precision or punctilious conduct. Strangely, the writings revealed a man who seemed to be wrestling with his own tortured soul, a man whose restless conscience appeared to be battling with his personal egoism.
"I know they want me to be stronger," one entry read, "and I sometimes can't cope with their demands. I should have never let them talk me into this; I can't believe what I've been forced to do. Laura even sees through it; she's hard to fool. Abe Lincoln was right: 'You can fool some of the people some of the time, but you can't fool all of the people all of the time.' Jeb's the stronger one. Why didn't they pick him?"
A later entry, dated September 13, 2001, was shockingly stark: "No one can ever know what I knew - or didn't know. The group had talked about it casually, but I never really expected them to go through with it. I guess I understand the reasons why it had to happen, but I'll never understand why they didn't confide in me. It was like they wanted me to look real dumb."
A Christmas entry, 2004, read: "I feel trapped. I don't like being the gopher, but I can't change things now. The dynasty is going to continue, and I have to play my role. I guess I thought being POTUS would be a lot more fun than it's been."
These scribbled ramblings, when assembled, showed a depressed, demented George W. Bush, sometimes contemplating suicide, and at other times ranting like some madman despot. Close interpretation demonstrated that there was, indeed, complicity between nameless, faceless power brokers who really ruled the U.S.A. It was as many suspected all along: George W. Bush was a dim-witted puppet, controlled by those members of the Skull & Bones Society who secretly made the decisions and called all the shots. "The group" obviously consisted of George H.W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Don Rumsfeld, James Baker, and perhaps one hundred other wealthy elitists whose motives were world domination and global economic power. Some members of this group also included prominent Saudi families whose billions helped finance sinister activities throughout the world. Careful reading would reveal that this gang of billionaires were, in fact, responsible for the explosions that rocked the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001; they had engineered many of the so-called 'terrorist' attacks around the world, including the plot uncovered at Heathrow Airport in the summer of 2006; they had bought and paid for the election and the re-election of George W. Bush. The explosive content of this tiny diary would change history; these random events were all linked - not to a terrorist group called Al Qaeda - but to a group of financiers who coveted ruling the entire world for their own personal enrichment. Diary entries demonstrated that a master plan had been in place since the early 1980's, and the Bush family dynasty would play an important part in destroying the United States of America, to be replaced by the next big 'super power' - China.
The Tennessee volunteer who found the diary dutifully turned it over to Interim President Colin Powell, who promised that its contents would be revealed publicly "in due course".