A Short History Lesson

"Wake up honey" she spoke with that soft, milky voice.

I looked up at her from my warm pillow. The sun's yellow rays passed through the window onto her perfect brown hair, turning it into a sea of gold. It looked like honey straight from a hive. Her face, soft and loving, smiled at me with that gorgeous grin she always had. She rivaled that of God's most beautiful angel.

I sometimes wonder what I did for He, himself to give me his most beautiful creature in the universe. Whatever it was, I'm glad I did it. I'd do it a million times over again.

"Yeah," I said sleepily as a stared into those diamond blue eyes.

"I think the baby's kicking," her words floated through the air on an invisible cloud.

I moved my head to her belly and listened. After hearing a soft thump inside. I almost cried. That's my child in there. It loves me already, I know it. My life has been blessed more than the richest king.

I have a job as a very successful talk-show host, number two in the nation in fact. I have been given my angel I call my "wife", and now a baby soon to arrive. I just hope this isn't some kind of dream to wake up from.

"I heard it, Jess," I said, "I heard it."
Suddenly a loud screech from a crow sounded from outside the window. Damn bird, it built a nest up there last summer and now it's back. As it sounded off like a siren, I looked at Jessica and got up from the bed. Walking along the cold floor, opened the window and shoo-ed the annoying pest away. How weird, that crow was bigger and louder than I last remembered.

Anyway, that's not going to ruin my Saturday. I lay beside her and she took my hand. Her skin was like lavender against my own. She smiled again as she rubbed my arm. God, I might just melt. I cupped her hands in mine and leaned forward as my lips met hers. It was like picking strawberries off a bush in the early morning.

"Can you go carry in the groceries for me, please," she coaxed, "I went and got them, this morning."

I glanced at my pants on the floor,"Haha, I knew there was a price. Yeah, I'll be right back."

After putting on my clothes, I walked down the brown, oak stairs. I opened the white door to the outside. The morning was cool and bright. The sun glanced off the tree in the front yard and glistened in the dewy grass causing diamonds in the blades.

The birds flew while sang about their business. I stepped onto the sidewalk, continuing to the car. I opened the trunk and lifted the bags of food in my arms. As I closed the hatch, I saw Jess standing there watching over me. I can't describe her anymore than perfect.

"I love you!" I yelled.

She waved, "I lo-"

She suddenly stopped and her eyes widened like giant saucers. Her face was struck with shock and horror. What the heck? What's wrong?

Thump!

My neck was engulfed in tremendous stinging pain. My eyes burned instantly and my body ceased to be under my control. My groceries no longer existed and I fell to the concrete feeling only the cold surface on my face. My vision began to fade. I looked at the door where she stood. There were other figures there…..men? They seemed to be talking about something. NO! They grabbed her and drug her down like a rag-doll. I will fucking kill you!

My ears rang like church bells. My limbs were as stiff as a board. I felt something still in my neck…a dart? A tranquilizer perhaps? God, why does it burn?

I felt myself being drug across the ground but I didn't care. My wife was tied and gagged and the men continued into my house. I tried to fight back but my body would not function. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING? My wife….my Jess.

I was thrown into the back of what I think was a large truck. The steel floor was hard and unforgiving against my back. Then, right in front of me was a man. His face was hidden in a tactical SWAT mask. But I could see the gun and the most important thing in all of this. On his chest was the seal of my fate. I could hardly see it in my blindness but I made out it out. Federal Emergency Management Agency was emblazoned on his chest.

"Welcome to the New World Order," he spoke with a cold voice….

I leaped up from my bed in fright. My face doused in cold sweat and my hands shivering. I had that dream again. The very memory of that day they took everything from me, my very reason to live. They will fucking pay. Every single one of them. Especially all those directly involved with my capture. Consider me the Agent of Karma.

Well since it's the middle of the night, I guess its time for a quick history lesson. Oh boy. What a treat. A history lesson from the most fucked up book on the shelf: my life. I'd go grab a snack real quick, or maybe take a piss. I wouldn't want you to piss yourself.

It all started almost 4 years ago, in 2011. The Federal Emergency Management Agency, or FEMA had reached its final phase in operations. We thought it was created for natural disasters. Well what we didn't know was that they created those disasters in the first place. From economic crisis to terrorist attacks, they set it all up in false flag operations.

Now, the constitution is all but some piece of paper sitting in a bunker in the middle of DC. It holds no power. All forms of communication and media have been suspended and the only way you can send a message to someone without FEMA in your face is by mouth or by primitive radio frequencies.

After giving all power and sovereignty to the United Nations and the world banking system, it started training in search and seizure operations for FEMA's ground forces when capture of uncooperating U.S. citizens began. You didn't think we Americans would take this global sellout so easily did you?

Next the other divisions of FEMA were used to induce biological weapons for use in medicines and vaccines to help wipe out the mass majority of the population. This was done slowly and carefully so that by 2012, it was in full effect. Thousands of sick, died or were moved to camps all over the country.

People like me, successful people of the media, poked our little noses out and decided we could win a battle already light-years above our heads by speaking out against these actions. That's when EXECUTIVE ORDER 10995 and EXECUTIVE ORDER 11000 went into effect. Bilderberg, the company run by the U.N, could now control the media and mobilize civilians into camps for any work or reason assigned by the new global government.

How could this happen, you ask? Well it's simple. The U.S. and U.N. has been slowly working on things that would future aid them for this since the 1900s. I'm not saying the government was behind it back then, I'm merely saying they knew that if one day they needed these extreme actions, they were there for safe keeping.

I'm not sure if even the president knew of just how extreme these actions were. He just knew that the government said it needed to be done, so he waved his almighty pen and set it into effect. And now, 2015. Everything is all in plan. The states are now run by Bilderberg and policed by FEMA.

The population will soon be under control within the next five to ten years. Three-fourths of us will either be dead or in a camp and the rest escapees, gangs, or glorified organizations like the Regulators of Liberty. The only people free of this hell are the rich bastards in safe-houses and the foreign goons they use to do the dirty work.

Soon, they will all pay. I am a man of my word. I am a man who has had every life, liberty, love, and happiness stolen from me. I know I'll never get it back, that ship sank with my capture. No, I can only promise death and destruction for the rest of the world…

But maybe there is still a chance….maybe I can still find her.