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Two weeks, that's how long it took to gather many of the old veterans to do this documentary. To one John Smith former us army airborne and world war two veteran it seem like it was longer since magic came out into the open, it seem so surreal to him how much has changed in the nation he and his friends fought and bleed for and yet nothing could compare to what he was about to tell the people what truly happen to the magical united states after the second world war when he and many other mages, he still chuckles at their peoples new names, returned home from the war. But he was still proud to do this documentary, because the truth needed to be revealed. That the old MACUSA, was no better than Hitler and Mussolini and their fascists Governments or the Japanese Tojo Regime out in the Pacific.

Being brought out of his thoughts was the voice of a young man in his mid twenties wearing a basic button up shirt, khaki slacks, and some black shoes, "I am very happy you agreed to do this mister Smith, i can't tell you how much it means to me to be able to interview a war hero such as yourself." John just chuckled, thanks to the portals and the fact that ole Reagan's granddaughter being the magical president, patriotism had gotten its second wind as now everyone be they magical or non were giving their respect and support to both veterans and active military, be they guard or reservist. "I'm no hero son. I was just asked to do a job like everyone else and I did it. Then I came home and slept for six months." The old war veteran added a chuckle at the end. The interviewer gave a small chuckle at what the Vet said, "I can probably say that true sir." he said.

John simply nodded as the cameras came to life and now John was seated across from the young man as he said, "So what was the perception of the magical community like before the war?" the interviewer asks.

"Oh boy son," Smith said, "That is a loaded question." He paused for a few minutes before saying "You know how England is right," he said "About how all the quote unquote dark creatures are now leaving their shores because of the revelation of magic." The interviewer nodded,
"Well" Smith said "We were a lot worse, laws restricting the rights of magical creatures here in the states, restricting the rights of the Native American Magicals, Hell there was even a law called Rappaport's law that stole magical children from there non-magical parents and then erased there memories of them. After me and my friends came back from the war, all we could do is stare in shock was this what we had really fought for, a magical government that was no better then the fucking Nazi's, and those that were really disgusted were the 1st generation magicals, who always got the short end of the stick in the magical world. It was then and there we knew we needed to change it."

The Interviewer was now interviewing a dark skin man whose name was Zachary who was also a part of the US army, "So you said that John contacted you and many other veterans who had fought in the war to try and change the magical government." He said to Zachary.

Zach breathes as he says, "Well you have to understand back then, if you were black then you were segregated in the non magical side of things, however that wasn't the case in the magical world. In the magical world if you were born of a magical and non magical then they tend to treat you like you were just a freed slave from the south. But those at the bottom of society were the 1st generation magicals, or No-Maj borns was they were called in those times, they were treated like complete shit, if I was treated like a newly freed slave then they were still slaves and the worst thing was it didnt matter your skin color, Black, White, Brown. It didn't matter if you were a No-Maj born you were scum in the Pure Bloods eyes. At least with the normal folk, they treated somewhat decent hell even as a 2nd class citizen, but for the magical side of things. It needed to change is all i'm gonna say and John along with the rest of us were gonna make those changes."

The Interviewer was now talking to an old marine named John Johnson, "So," the interviewer asked "You were a part of John and Zachary group."

The old marine gave a smile "Yes siree, ran it with them back in the day, see after we all got back to Civilization, most of us still stuck together, instinct from the battlefield. But all of us Magical Vets were disgusted with the way our side of the nation was being run, and bless John and Zack, they tried oh how they tried to make the changes peacefully. But the corruption in the MACUSA, it was just too much for an honest election to be possible, if those damned purebloods didn't like you then all you were doing was wasting your time."

The interviewer then asks the big question, "What was it like to know you lost the elections?" Smith sighs as he says, "It was devastating, to know that for which our nation was founded on was being used as nothing more than a tool for those rich pure bloods." Zach picks up as he was rubbing his eyes fighting back the tears. "Broke my heart so bad, me and John along with the rest decided to go to a bar that was for veterans only, magical and no-maj." He stop before continuing his story as now the sight of said bar along with their younger versions is seen as he narrates, "we were so broken hearted that all we wanted to do was drink and think nothing of it, believing we had lost the fight before it even began."

One man at the bar with a tattoo which was the USMC symbol looked at the army veterans in disgust before standing up and gets everyone's attention as Smiths narration comes in, "then this marine got our attention and to this day, i still remember what that devil dog said to us to lite the fire we needed to do what we did."

"Look at you" He said standing up looking all around the bar "Look at you all!, sitting here drinking your problems away, you all spent three or four years fighting in foxholes in far off countries, we lost friends, brothers, men we will always remember, but now you all disrespect their memories but sitting here doing nothing! We came back expecting a hero's welcome, but what did we get! The same fucking shit as before, we were called Mudblood, Half-breed freak, the list goes on. We survived the hell of the battlefield for what, so some fucking blue blood asshole can still call us the same shit that they did before. I SAY NO!" he cried the last part out in anger, with more than a few agreeing with him, most had actually stopped drinking and were giving the man there complete attention, "If they wont give us a free election" the marine coninued "I say we take back our country from these fucking fuckers, we still know people in the military reach out to them and ask for Guns, ammo, grenades! Anything that we can use to TAKE BACK OUR COUNTRY FROM THOSE ASSHOLE! ARE YOU WITH ME!"

There was a tremendous thunder of applause as the Vets cheered, clapped, and hollered and there was one word being spoken in many languages. Liberté, Freiheit, Wolność, just to name a few but they all had the same meaning Liberty, they wanted the liberty they were promised by the founding fathers and by God they were going to get it, or die trying.

Johnson was laughing as he said with a large smile, "This is why God made the marines! Not because we were the meanest bunch, but because we remind the other branches why the hell they signed up in the first place." Smith had a smile as he continued the story, "so yeah. We did just as the marine said and called up as many of our friends as we could and you could bet we armed up, of course the pure bloods never expected that we would revert back to our military training to do what we did." The interviewer asked simply, "and what was it you and your fellow veterans did?" Zach just thought about what to say, then he finally answered, "What the 2nd amendment allowed us to do when faced with a tyrannical and unlawful government."

Smith's narration was heard as the sight of the veterans dressed in suits with trench coats was seen walking into the capital building of the magical US congress which was in session, each taking out or making sure the guards did not alert the rest. "So we waited until those pure bloods were in session before we striked, and when we did. They had no idea." The doors to the congress hall burst open as veterans storm the room fast enough that not even the guards were prepared as they began to gather up all the pure bloods to one side of the room. Johnson's narration took over, "we pushed all of those bastards to one side of the room, all of them screaming and yelling at us even going as far as to threaten us. Course didn't matter considering what we did next would go down in history as the day the REAL Magical United States was born upon the blood of tyrants and the valor of patriots."

"W…what happened?" the interviewer asked with a slight stutter. "What do you think?" Jphnson said. The Image fades back to the meeting room at the Woolworths Building in New York, "We had lined those bastards up against the wall, and we made sure they were facing us all the while," the narration pauses and show the vets lining the members of the MACUSA up against the wall all the while the members were threatening them, calling them mudbloods and finally the Vets armed with Thompson M1A1 Submachine Guns opened fire, gunning them all down in a hail of patriotic fury. "We gunned them down like dogs" Johnson said "They never saw it coming, because they had to give up their wands at the security checkpoint at the front desk they never thought they would ever need their wands or any back up weapon. The fools. Course there were some still alive, and as such we couldn't exactly leave them alive, so a couple of men went into the pile of corpses and with their .45's they put a round directly into the forehead."

Zach sighs, taking off his glasses to rub his old eyes before putting them back on, "I won't lie and say it was easy going from then on, we had to undo so much damage and rebuild our side from the ground up. Although the threat of the Soviets helped out in the rebuilding process all things considered." He chuckles before static is seen changing to a news room where a round table-like discussion is being held, "So you're telling me that Native American magical community is much different from the regular magical community." Ask the host.

"Oh yes" said a Navajo man named Ahote said "Because we comuned so more closely with nature than our European counterparts we were more spiritual and the byproduct of that was that we could do more than the Europeans when they came over here to the Americas, but of course that frightened them, but they couldn't exactly try and force us to abide by their rules us Shaman, and Medicine men and Women were important pillars of the community for all the tribes, so when they could force us to abide by their rules, they manipulated the No-Majs, made them think gold was in the Blackfoots sacred hills, when there was none, thankfully while the Navajo were moved, it wasn't like the Cherokee and others who were moved all the way from the East Coast, and then the magical government did something unforgivable, they made the No-maj government establish the Indian Reservation Schools, which striped our children away from our culture, and for those of magical background they were taken and they sometimes never returned to us. Those schools destroyed our young ones, made them forget their own culture, and many other unspeakable things."

The interviewer tugged at his collar in an uncomfortable way, hoping to move onto something less uncomfortable he asks, "so with the advent of the civil rights movement I have to ask if this helped the magical Native American community."

"Yes actually" Ahote said "When the Woolworths Revolt happened and the rebuilding, the new Magical government approached us and apologized for the actions of their predecessors and even said they would close down the Magical Indian Boarding schools if we wanted them closed, we did of course, but they couldn't do much about the BIA for now. That's the Bureau of Indian Affairs, and the continue taking of our Non magical brothers children but they would try to lessen the effect they would have on them. In all it was a sign that the times were changing and it was in a good direction, and with the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1963, we truly could feel our people starting to heal."

Seeing that things wouldn't get too uncomfortable going forward he asked, "Now I was wondering if you could tell us if any of the myths and lore surrounding Native American culture was real or if some of those happen to be just that, myths and lore."

"Oh some are real," Ahote said shcking the Interviewer. "When the Europeans came to this country and they started to spread across the Nation, we tried to warn them about our legends and of our creatures, but they ignored us and ignored our warnings. Some even thought we were Demon worshipers, but they learned we were warning them, when they faced them. Which ones were you wondering about."

The man thought about it before asking, "the skinwalkers, are they real or just myth?"

Ahote flinched at the word, before answering "Oh they are very real" Ahote said "Very real and very dangerous, they should never be taken lightly, they are what the White man calls demons, and our Shaman fight them regularly, but they do take there entertainment from Ghost Hunters trying to find them, from what the Shamans say they think its funny. But some of them are too dangerous to let them roam around and so we have had to lock them into sacred spaces and keep them there, we have had to hide via magic some of these places, so that no one would accidentally find these places and accidentally release these extremely dangerous demons. Any other question." Before the question could be asked the channel was changed as Jackie, the president of magical america, was sitting on her couch in her bathrobe just trying her best to relax after the long weeks she had to deal with considering that she had to deal with court over the krauts raising a stink over the fact she wanted to open a children's hospital/ orphanage under her future daughters name. Thankfully a compromise was reached, of course it didn't help that the tabloids were pushing the idea that her and Bill were a couple, 'INCONCEIVABLE!' Was the only thought she had. Of course Bill wasn't making it easy as of late considering he was pushing the fact that Tanya would need a father figure which she will admit that yes a proper family unit would be needed. Her thoughts stopped as she heard music from outside her home. "Oh what the fuck now! Its my fucking day off damn it!" Getting up she walks to the window and soon as she opens it the only thought screaming in her head was, 'WHAT THE SUGAR COATED FUCK!?'

There on her front lawn was Bill Motherfucking Clinton, and he was singing 'What the fuck" was the though going through her mind. She could hear him singing and it caused a megawatt blush to appear in her face and it got only brighter when she heard him start to sing the chorus.

"Baby I love you" Bill sang "Whooohhooooo, You're so fine. Baby I love you"

Of course he didn't get to finish the song because barreling at him like a missile was a boot which smack Bill straight in the face which sent him to the ground, only for the action to be followed up with a blushing and angry Jackie yelling from her 2nd floor window, "IT'S NOT THE NINETEEN EIGHTIES! ITS TEN AT NIGHT! PEOPLE HAVE TO SLEEP DAMNIT! GET THE HELL OFF MY LAWN! OR I'LL CALL THE COPS!" With a slam of her window and closing of her curtains Jackie goes off to bed praying that Bill gets the message. Of course the secret service agents came to the downed Bill as they asked concern. "You, you alright Mr. President?"

"Of course I am." Bill said "I'm wearing her down, see how she blushed, before she didn't even blush, I'm wearing her down gentlemen." Bill smiled as he said that and walked back to the Beast. Meanwhile up in Jackie's room, she had slumped down onto her floor, her face a beautiful shade of tomato red. Of course it didn't help that the next morning as she was having coffee she had to do a spit take as she was reading the paper which showed Bill singing on her front lawn with her looking out the window down at him. "WHAT THE FLYING SUGAR COATED DICK SUCKING FUCK!?" She yelled looking at the paper's frontpage headline. "NEW PRESIDENTIAL ROMANCE BLOOMING" Jackie's face was buried in her hand as she mumbles, "Bill will not live this down." And of course she was right as Bill's advances only seem to intensify ten fold, even getting the magical community involved.

Meanwhile in a series of underground bunkers in the Appalachian Mountain Range

In a brightly lit room inside the bunker complex a group of people were meeting, "Okay, my brothers and sisters," the man at the head of the table said. "We have gathered here to plan, it may take us months or years to plan our great strike, but I know we can do it, so I will open the floor to any plans" The one darker skin woman speaks up, "the plan to strike isn't going to happen thanks to our currents ones taking a hit, like the one we had for undermining the poorer communities is taking a hit thanks to the raise in what many are calling, ''2nd wave Reaganism.'' Which has already begun to slow our efforts through the Democrats." She says with abit of malice since they were going to use the gang violence generated to attempt to slip in more regulations that they wanted to assert more control from within the government.

A white skinned man spoke up "And with the increased amount of Patriotism has made slipping in more Adulterers and child predators into the Republican party more difficult, so the ones we have in office are what we have, so any plan involving that is already sunk."

The leader sighs before bringing his hand down, "DAMN IT! All those years of planning! All the money spent! Damn those Reagens! Damn those Patriots! DAMN THOSE FUCKING MAGICAL BASTARDS!" He slams both his fists down on the table as he shakes with anger, "What about the CIA? Do we still have our people in there?"

"Unfortunately no" the same white skinned man said. "Thanks to access to truth serum they were found out to not be loyal to the government or they were found out to be taking bribes, but thankfully the mental conditioning we made them go through stopped them from giving out our name."

"Fucking dammit, is our bomber ready to strike?" The leader now just reaching for straws at this point.

"Surprisingly yes" A lightly skinned woman said "the last successful individual from the MK-Ultra project, had been doing it for years, the feds have codenamed him UNABOM, he is still ready, and they both are still in the dark about us."

The leader sighs as he slumps down in his chair rubbing his eyes, "well any good news is better than no progress i guess." He chuckles abit trying to find the positive side to all this.

As they were about to break up the meeting they heard another voice coming from the darkened corner. "Hello" a German accent voice came out from the corner, he had blond hair and pink eyes, and all of their eyes narrowed at the cat ears on his head.
"What do you want magical freak and how the fuck did you get in here." the leader said venom in his voice and he and the other upholstered their guns and pointed it at the Cat-boy, "Woah, halt, how do you american say don't shoot ze messenger, I have come to bring to you a vonderful message from our glorious organization." That was when they noticed the uniform he was wearing was a Hitler Youth uniform, their eyes shot up in surprise and some had hatred in their eyes.

The one Jewish member of the secret group spoke up with clear hate in their voice, "How about no, AND FUCK OFF YOU NAZI BASTARD!" Before a barrage of gunfire is heard from the leadership's handguns until finally the sound of slides locking back is heard indicating their guns are empty.

They turned their back from the many holey body of the dead nazi but then they heard his voice once again. "I thought i zaid don't shoot ze messenger." They all turned around some so fast some nearly snapped their necks, there standing as if he wasn't riddled with holes was the Cat-boy Nazi.

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU SURVIVE THAT" The Jewish member screamed out in rage. The Cat-boy smirked and said "Well if you listen to our offer maybe you will find out" he said in a sing-songy voice.

The leadership just stared while slowly reload their weapons just incase they need to unleash more hot lead into the Nazi bastard and hope that the Nazi will die. "Alright, but you get one chance and then we send your Nazi goose stepping ass to hell." The leader says.

"Vonderful" he said "Now let me introduce you to the leader of our glorious organization, Ze Major" he said pointing to a rather old school TV that was now sitting on a table. He pressed a remote and the TV turned on, showing a rather overweight blonded haired man with a Nazi flag in the background.

"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen," he said, his voice having a tinge of something they couldn't place "I believe you and I have much to talk about."

Meanwhile in a decommissioned Red Army Base in Siberia

"Captain Fedorov", Private Vasily yelled out running into the Captain's office "Captain Fedorov, i need to show you something." The young private running into his office suddenly had given the Captain a fright, he stood up blocking a flag from view and said "Private Ivanovich, what is the meaning of this and what are you yelling!" the private flinched and said "Sorry Captain, but you need to see this" he handed the Captain the paper he had bought in town he looked down at the photo and like Vasily he had a look of shock on his face, he looked at the Photo and to a Portrait on the wall, then back to the photo and said "Impossible, Private. Do you know who this is?"

The Private simply nodded "Yes, I do captain, that's why you needed to see this immediately."

"Everyone needs to know, the Princess lives." the Captain said as both he and Vasily left showing the portrait and the flag the captain was blocking. It was the Flag of an army long thought dead and scattered to the four corners of the world. The Flag of the Imperial Russian army.