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I watched Alicia talking to us. Not down to us, but just as if she and I were dorm room pals discussing whether to order pizza or heat up some ramen. In other words, she wasn’t trying to convince. That’s a trait I admire. And I believe it comes from self-assurance, from believing that you are right. And that you know the subject, know what you’re talking about.

I may test those waters myself, knowing what the fuck I’m talking about. Someday.

She said, “We fell into the exaggeration trap with the Gunthers.”

Ash said, “So did we.” We being the royal we, pluralis majestatis, the FBI.

Daddy said, “How so?”

Alicia said, “We stereotyped them to the lowest common denominator. Ignorant paranoids. Uneducated losers. Irrational government-haters.” She smiled, “Of course that’s true for a lot of them.”

I’d read the literature, seen some videos, done some research. The whites-only crowd believes:

> Politicians don’t matter. Over two hundred years of voting and things keep getting worse.

> The US is really governed from New York, not DC. The UN and world banks run everything. Jews.

> Everyone but the true believers are out to get them.

In addition there are the usual one-worlder delusions — microchips installed in newborns. The government will seize all your guns. Israel is allowed to do whatever it wants because they’re part of the secret takeover plan. Black helicopters, hidden concentration camps in the Midwest and South. And of course the certainty that most people aren’t aware of the truth, of the real dangers, because the world media is government-controlled.

Alicia said, “The far right is just like the left, some good guys, some not-so good, some crazies.”

Ash grinned, “Same with the FBI.”

Alicia said, “We at the Loyalist Charter bought into the hype. Underestimated the sophistication that the Meriwethers and their cohorts have. We didn’t realize the scope, the long term plans.”

Ash repeated, “We missed it too.”

Daddy stirred in his chair. He can take some theoretical, but not a lot.

Alicia looked at Daddy and said, “Their internal name, operational name, is Project FreeMen. That’s spelled with a capital M. Women are still second class citizens. Despite the Greta Gunthers and Sarah Meriwethers of the world.”

Ash said, “The word ‘Project’ is cute. Probably thought up by their PR arm.”

SING.

Ash continued, “The word ‘Project’ conjures up innocence. School homework, work assignments.”

SING

Alicia said, “Project FreeMen doesn’t want to overthrow the federal government; they want to paralyze it further, weaken it, make people despise it even more than they do now. But keep it around as a symbol, a constant reminder of what’s wrong in America.”

Ash said, “These are serious people.”

Alicia said, “Okay, look at one obvious tactic — gun owners. The exploitation of same. They’re emotional on the topic and they go to the polls. Some of them are one-issue voters.”

Determined to contribute, I said, “And they’re easy to stir up. Second Amendment voters.”

“Right. Just like the left has its share of knee-jerk voters. Planned Parenthood for example. Well, with the current situation, we — the LC — took some quiet polls among registered gun owners. These were not the fringe guys living off the grid. NRA members, hunters, family men, employed, most of them legitimate gun advocates. Not the teflon bullet crowd.”

Ash shook his head.

Alicia continued, “The poll was under the radar in that we didn’t publish it. But it was extensive. Over 10,000 responses to in-person interviewers.”

Daddy stirred again.

Ash said, “This survey woke up the J. Edgar building, Dave. Top floor anyway.”

Alicia said “One adult gun owner in five would be willing to take up arms against the federal government if the flag goes up.”

Daddy frowned. So did I.

“We also asked — who is in the right, the government or militias?”

Daddy said, “And?”

“The projected numbers ... well over thirty million side with the militias.” She paused, “So extrapolating those two response groupings and those of the eight other questions, we came up with more than 50 million voters who could be pushed into the extremes. On the right. And that doesn’t even begin to count the leftwing wackos.”

She paused to underscore her point, “And in the 2016 election there were only about 140 million votes cast.”

I shook my head. Sighed. Blinked. Thought about it.

Ash said, “I’m conservative by nature. And I can imagine the left being pushed to the extremes just as easily. But today’s climate ... well, the nutters are giving conservatism a bad name.”

Alicia said, “You won’t find these rightwing extremists in New York, San Francisco. Well there are a few. Probably not that many even in small towns like Kansas City. But they’re out there, they’re definitely out there.”

Ash said, “Waiting. Watching. Thinking about lost jobs, stagnant wages, immigrant invasions, working two minimum-wage jobs just to keep afloat.” He paused, “They’re definitely out there — what some call the deplorables — growing angrier and angrier.”

Alicia said, “They’re a minority in most urban areas. Major urban areas. Considered weirdos. Other places in the country they’re the norm. Some places, the majority.”

Ash said, “And they run some town governments, some counties, a few statehouses.”

Fucking Kansas.

It was quiet here in the smaller conference room with the round maple table. Daddy closed his eyes, thinking. “So those are the Gunther types. Where do the Meriwethers come in?”

Alicia said, “The Meriwethers and their friends bring three things to the anti-government movement — money, of course. Tons of it.”

Daddy and I nodded.

“Then, connections. The rich know the rich. The rightwing wealthy support their own causes just like the leftwing does. And Project FreeMen is growing organically. The so-called seminars that RightWorld and other PACs hold draw thousands and thousands of supporters. A lot of them are first-timers. The movement has been growing since the John Birch days. It’s just more out in the open now.”

Like the KKK doesn’t hide behind sheets these days.

I said, “What’s the third element?”

“Vision. Their overall plan. Now the operational details, the tactics, keep evolving. But the Project FreeMen goal has been consistent for decades. Wrest power from DC. Focus resources on rightwing states. Punish states like New York and California through tax policies. Consolidate power in the local communities that are the most sympathetic.”

Ash said, “It’s working. The United States Congress is hated. Hell, I hate it myself. Two thirds of the country disagrees with whoever is in the White House.”

Alicia said, “Now on the federal level, the courts are becoming more conservative. Which is a major goal of the Meriwether contingent. Of Project FreeMen. At the same time, state legislatures and governorships are trending conservative. Gerrymandering helps. The right is just more efficient at it than the left.”

I said, “But the coasts, the major cities, they’re bluer than ever.”

“Yes. And more resented by a lot of mainstream America than ever. The coastal elite looking down their noses at good, ordinary folks.”

“That’s why Hillary lost.”

“Partly. But there is also a bad odor about the Clintons. And she just isn’t very likable on a personal level.”

I know friends of mine who called it a hold-your-nose vote.

Ash said, “Speak to the media side, Alicia.”

“Yes, Father dear.” Sass. “Here technology is really tipping the scales. Mostly toward the right. Digital media, social networking, are great equalizers. Anyone can create a platform. And these days, sometimes the louder you are, the loopier your ideas, the more followers you attract.”

She paused, gathering, “Both the right and left have become tunnel-vision screamers. But the right is doing a more effective job. Led by Fox and talk radio and Breitbart. Their rich supporters like the Meriwethers.”

Daddy stirred again.

I said, “But what was the Meriwether / Gunther tie-in to begin with?”

Alicia said, “Short term, to create uncertainty. Show up the feds. Spread fear. Divide the country. Incite more racist acceptance. Charlottesville, Las Vegas. Well, Columbus would have made those two attacks look like Disneyland.”

She looked from me to Daddy to her own father, “But that was just diversionary. Tactical.”

Slaughtering thousands of people in downtown Columbus was diversionary?

Alicia Collins is a conversational engager. She looked from Daddy to me, back to him, back to me. “I know you’re in the loop. And deserve to be. You know about the clandestine raid on the Gunther compound. An unquestioned success. Hank Morristown and his team saved countless lives by decapitating that one white supremacist gang.”

I thought about Hank. About the Buckshot Video. The funeral. The bagpipes.

Alicia said, “But could our government risk another raid like that? No, probably not, probably not of that magnitude. I mean, deniability can only take us so far. Once, we got away with it. Mostly. I guess if the targets were black people, brown, it could fly. But the problem is with the white separatists groups. There are dozens, hundreds of compounds out there. Many smaller ones, some larger.”

Ash said, “And Project FreeMen is funding the biggest ones.”

Alicia said, “While RightWorld is spreading its hateful gospel.” SING.

Daddy sighed, “Okay, what’s their end game?”

Alicia looked straight at him, “A Constitutional crisis.”

I read the Constitution once. Or maybe it was the Bill of Rights. Or the Declaration of Independence. I’m no dummy, but once I was free of classroom eraser dust ... well I sort of lost interest in a lot of what I’d learned. More rote than understanding.

But Alicia’s words struck me. Daddy too, in that small, suddenly warm, FBI conference room.

Daddy said, “Constitutional crisis?”

“Consider those 50 million extremists. Potential extremists, most of them. They’re like the tip of the spear. A spear aimed at the fissures in the federal government.”

She paused, perhaps to gather her thoughts. Or maybe to dumb it down for us civilians. “Congress isn’t 100% impotent. But when they couldn’t do anything, not one single thing, after Sandy Hook...”

Grade school children slaughtered. “The only way to stop a bad guy with a gun is with a good guy with a gun.”

“So an unpopular, inefficient Congress. An erratic White House. Courts on all levels that are beginning to side with ultraconservatives.”

“Okay.”

“Then mix in a massacre many times larger than Vegas. Fan the flames with a well-financed, well-conceived media blitz. Ongoing media blitz.”

Alicia paused, letting Daddy and me absorb.

“We’re still very much a young country. Not to sound pedantic, but our first foreshadowing of a Constitutional crisis was the Tea Act.” The original Tea Party in Boston Harbor.

“Secession. Our darkest hour.” Civil War.

“Watergate.” The good guys won that one. In my civics-bereft opinion.

“The Project FreeMen crowd believes America is ripe for another big one.”

Ash said, “They’re right.”

Too much theory for Daddy. “What exactly are you talking about? What form would this crisis take?”

Ash said, “Any big event to show up DC. Massive carnage in a major city like Columbus. A dirty bomb. Taking down part of the power grid. Poisoning a reservoir. Anything huge enough to make Americans focus on how fucked up their government is.”

Alicia said, “Demonstrations turn into orchestrated riots. Looting that makes South LA look like a stroll in the park.”

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AmericanMan At War

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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Girl walk every day naked at severe winter

Siberia, morning of 23. December, second day of school holidays. Yulia xxxxxxx (family name secret), 11, unlike other girls, is nudist, which means, she spend holidays mostly naked. In summer it is not a big problem, only for community maybe, but here in xxxxxx (place name secret!) village nobody is complaining about matter. But now is winter. This year weather has been more severe already before winter solstice. Temperatures has been fallen below -30 and today is not an exception....

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 15 EEEE

Richard Hyder was apoplectic, “Your Honor! This is outrageous! Trial by ambush! I’ve never seen anything so ... underhanded, so deceitful, in my forty-one years before the bar.” “Is there an objection in there?” Judge Graves seemed more amused than annoyed. “Yes! Yes there is. The Defense hasn’t even begun to present its case and this ... this ... private eye miraculously points the way ... I object! This ... these items cannot be entered into evidence.” “Grounds?” “Illegal search and...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 11 A Bouquet of Pheasants

On a hunch, Clint asked his Vanguard counterpart in Boise to go through the old surveillance videos before the raid on the Gunther compound in northern Idaho. A raid clandestinely approved and funded by Senator Harper Wainwright. And orchestrated by his chief of staff, Constance Grayson. And field-directed by Matt Striker. Boise called back the next day. Winner-winner, chicken dinner! Martin Folsom again. That tied him to two American Nazi compounds. And also made me start reconsidering...

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First Do No Harm Winter JenningsChapter 15 Eagle

I woke up in Palo Alto feeling ... refreshed. More like my old self. First time since ... well, it had been a while. Feeling morning-naughty, I sat under the shower spray and treated myself to a quickie. Dressed for success, I was checking myself out in front of the hotel mirror. Picked up my cell, “Hello.” “What are you doing in California?” I smiled, sat back in the club chair, Clint Callahan. “And this is your business ... why?” “I made it my business.” “Oooh, tough guy. I’m still...

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The Necessity of Winter

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Britain under the Nazis Jack Boot Part 2

Smiling as she walked briskly back to her dorm close by the café where she worked, the young girl Mary tired to keep her breasts from slapping against her chest too much, her breasts did not know she was officially off the milk run, the tits continued to produce “Gold Top” as her friends called it. Reaching her dorm and letting herself in she mingled with the 20 or so youngish girls back from work or the fucking the Germans had allocated for them. A number was missing, presumably still on their...

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Britain under the Nazis Jack Boot

Waffen-SS Standartenführer Karl Weiss sat outside the Swiss café in Berlin Square in London. It was Autumn in 1950 10 years after the fall of the Great British Empire. He had been deployed to London to continue the work started by the occupying army, 5 years later, of stripping away any sense of Britishness that might remain. All the stolen treasures of the British Empire were put into crates and sent back to Germany for display in German, some even to Germany’s allies Greece for example; this...

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National Park Winter and Group Sex

The churning and merging is so vigorous that surrounding objects tremble with the movements, and so wet that a continuous sloshing sound is noticeable above the din of heavy breathing, rhythmic throbbing intonations and voices that betray heightened excitement and arousal. With pressure rapidly building and heat rising, the white frothy liquid reaches a point where it must burst from its dark enclosure. The bright juice sparkles in the sunlight as it is spewed, in copious amounts, into the air...

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Hard WinterChapter 8 Winter Hunters and Gatherers

We buried Phil and Tim at first light the next morning with the whole village gathered around. I said a few words and then left Michelle and Marie to fill in the graves. Michelle was crying and Marie was comforting her as I left, that was certainly a turnaround from the previous days attitude. I started getting ready for our trip to follow the attackers tracks. Graham had rounded up ten of us including Dan, Stella and Katie. Kelly gave me a big hug as we set off then watched with Harry and...

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 6 Thermoheat

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Lebensraum Depraved behaviour of young Nazis sent to eastern Europe

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 9 A Pitying of Turtledoves

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Dot Dorothea and Dick

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 3 A Pandemonium of Parrots

2019 That was then; this was now, four years later. A lot had changed in my life since I told Carol Sue Parker goodbye at O’Hare. Of course, a lot would change in any four-year period; it’s just that I ended up measuring that particular span in terms of a young woman I had thought I’d never see again. Life goes on. Walker was now 15; I was 33. I was married, deliciously so, to Vanessa Henderson. Walker had a live-in girlfriend, his second, named Pilar Paloma. I was still doing a daily...

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The Cave In Winter Wonderland

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The Weaver And The WindChapter 19 The Woods in Winter

The new year had passed long ago on Earth, but our start of the new year was just another day on Arbor. The Arborian New Year started on the first day of spring, the vernal equinox. I chose that propitious day to deal with the alaspore and its master. I wove a new trick out of something Cor showed me how to do using the wind. I wove a cocoon out of moving air as she had shown me. I was able to use it, as she did, as a method of transportation, but I couldn't become the wind as she could, so...

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Wizards Apprentice 4 the Vale in WinterChapter 7

I woke late and lingered over my campfire and my breakfast. It would take only a half day's riding to get to where I was going, and anytime today would be a fine time with me. The skies had cleared again and it was nice to wait for the chill of the night to abate before setting out. Deak seemed to appreciate it, along with the relaxed pace. He tossed his head now and then and nickered at me softly when he did. Perhaps, like me, he was chasing Vulkai cobwebs out of his mind. Remembering my...

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Hard WinterChapter 3 Autumn A Trip into York

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Winter girl experience

Here is talking not me, but one girl about her winter nude experience.In the middle of December my friend suddenly proposed that I could ski nude. My first reaction was: what are you talking about!? But then very quickly I realized that it is good idea. I can't explain why I liked it but when that day came when we drove to the ski center, I was overexcited and I really had irresistible desire to go there nude and start to skiing. All my life I had always proper clothing according to weather and...

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"Master, more slowly go! I pray you, less haste!" Ranulf reined in impatiently under the frost-rimed trees, brushing his red hair back from his forehead. The cold was growing more intense as they plunged ever deeper into the forest. His squire's hissing speech was slurred as the cold slowed all his bodily functions. "We'll make camp as soon as we find a place that gives us any shelter. That I promise." His voice was brusk but not unkind. The lizard man had served him well in his...

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 9 Fantastique

Pilar: “Guy walks into a bar and is shocked to see a horse behind the bar.” Walker: “Horse says, ‘What’s the matter? You can’t believe that a horse can tend bar?’” Pilar: “No. I just can’t believe the ferret sold the place.” Alicia Collins called me from New York. “Bear told you.” “Yes. Have to admit it shocked me. Vanessa too. And the kids.” “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. But I felt it was Bear’s news to share.” “No, I understand. And he would have wanted to be the one to tell...

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