TRUTH’S BLOOD – Chapter Five

Posted: August 29, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Received some terrific feedback from a reader yesterday.  Not only did he love the book but got so caught up in it he read it all in a day and a half!  Feedback like that is inspiring.  So on with the story and Chapter Five.


 “If you’ve got a business, you didn’t build that.  Somebody else made that happen.”

 US President Barack Obama

 “Whence does [the state] draw those resources that it is urged to dispense by way of benefits to individuals?  Is it not from the individuals themselves?  How, then, can these resources be increased by passing through the hands of a parasitic and voracious intermediary?”

 Frederic Batiat

While autumn cast its mottled blend of orange and yellows across a dry landscape in the fall of 2016, the air was filled with the blue lies of political rhetoric.

Cliffson was weary of it.  None of the nation’s so-called leaders were proposing any real answers to the nation’s problems.  Sure, there were a few congressmen who saw things as they were and spoke out with the truth, but the government controlled press made fools of them.

Truth’s blood ran in the streets, but the sheeple were more concerned with their video games, celebrities and voting themselves riches from the treasury.

Cliffson couldn’t believe it.  After everything that had happened, people still looked to government.  The nation’s debt had quadrupled in just six years, unemployment surpassed thirty percent and the U.S. was engaged in war on every front.  The sheeple were going to have their heads handed to them.  But what do those of us who see through the charade, the lies and deceit do?  Cliffson wondered.

On a stunning fall day with a sapphire sky and mild but comfortable temperatures, Cliffson took the occasion to relish the moment and one of his more expensive cigars.  Resting comfortably on a wooden bench under a handsome spruce tree at the edge of garden, he was just putting a match to his cigar when Monk approached from next door.

“Seen the news Cliffson?”

“I try not to.  Like a cigar?”

“Well thank you, don’t mind if I do.”

Cliffson clipped the end and patiently waited while Monk pulled matches from a denim shirt pocket and applied a yellow flame to the tip of his cigar.  Satisfied, Monk leaned back to savor the treat.

“Umm, mighty nice Cliffson.  Now, as I was a sayin.  China has done it.  No more threats.  With the exception of the North Sea oil and a couple of minor sources, they’ve cut off Europe’s access to oil and natural gas.”

“How’d they manage that?”

“As I understand it, they struck deals with Russia and other nations supplying energy to Europe.”  Monk blew a thick cloud of smoke.

“But Europe’s the largest economy in the world, what do they accomplish by shutting it down?”

“Not sure Cliffson, but saving face is more important to the Chinese than money.  Though I have a feeling they are going to get both.”

Cliffson tapped his cigar and gazed into the distance towards the snow capped Cascade Mountains.  “Europe can’t pay, can they?”

“No, I reckon not.  Socialist states soon run out of other people’s money and go broke.”

Cliffson grinned at that.  It was something Margaret Thatcher had said.

Monk continued.  “As with all socialist societies, the poor bear the cost to support the rich elites.  Somehow the idiots still believe you can rob Peter to pay Paul without destroying Peter’s incentive to work.  Before long Peter says screw it and your society becomes unproductive.  Remember, for one person to collect without earning, another must earn without receiving.  Somehow the Zombies never figure this out and continually return their masters to office.  They never associate the resulting economic slavery with the policies they support.”

“Well said Monk, but how do you really feel?”

Monk squinted with his good eye and gave Cliffson a sly look.  “Well sonny, I’ll tell ya.”  He rolled the cigar from one side of his mouth to the other and continued.  “If you think things are bad now, wait until Europe falls and crushes the global economy.  The U.S. will soon find itself in the same boat as the Europeans.”

“You think China will use similar tactics against the U.S.?”

“If they can do it to Europe, they can surely do it to us.  Think about it Cliffson, for environmental reasons, our country has refused to develop its own energy resources and we’re nearly as dependant on foreign oil as the Europeans.  Remember back when the department of energy was established in the ‘70s to free us from dependence on foreign oil?”

“Sure do.”

“Well, in the ‘70s we got thirty percent of our oil from foreign sources, now it’s more than 70 percent.  It’s all a ruse.”

“It’s crazy Monk.  How’d our nation ever fall so far away from the values that made us successful?  Every day I get more disillusioned.  I can’t even escape it when planting my garden.”

“How’s that matey?”  Monk quietly puffed his cigar.

“How’s that?  Corporations and their genetically modified seed—I can’t get away from it.  The banks and corporations are nothing more than extensions of the government.  A government that’s grown more brutish and threatening every year, yet no one seems to figure it out.”

“Spoken like a true conservative Cliffson.”

“You’d be wrong in thinking that Monk.”

“How so?”

“The two parties are one and the same.  There’s no difference.  If you ignore what they say and look at what they do, what do we have?  Wars, debt, welfare, dependency and lies.  It makes no difference which party’s in office.”  Cliffson spat in disgust.

“Sounding a little radical matey.”  Monk delivered his comment with a wry smile.

“Don’t get me wrong Monk.  I still love America and what it used to stand for.  Radical?  You bet.  The constitution’s a very radical document.  Nothing like it in the history of the world,”  Cliffson said proudly.  “The values represented there are what I believe in.  How we got so far away from ‘em I’ll never know.”

“Well my friend, that’s not so hard to figure. We lost touch with the traditional values that made the country great when the nation became urbanized.  Think about it.  City dwellers get caught up in the frivolity and superficiality of city life.  They look down on those who work the land and the politicians join them in making fun of the so called simpletons who provide the city folk with food and other basic necessities.”

“I hear ya.  Separate a nation of people from the land and they become lost.  Once lost, they become self-serving and self-absorbed, surrendering all principles it would seem.  A few false promises to the Zombies and the dictators rule.  Isn’t it about that simple?”

Monk grinned.  “You and me, were on the same page mate.  Problem is there’s not many of us around and little we can do about it.  Shit’s gonna hit the fan real soon Cliffson.”

“How soon?”

“China won’t be happy just shutting off Europe’s power.  They’ll want to be paid back as well as save face.  Something big’s coming.”

“I agree Monk.  It’s not hard to feel the tension gathering all around.”

The two old men sat together enjoying the finer taste of an excellent cigar and the warmth of good friendship.  Welfare wandered over looking for attention.

“What a dog Cliffson.  If’n I was to have one myself this would be it.”


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