Prisoners of what we believe in (a NWO kind of fiction)
He looked weak and out of place and under any other circumstances the men would not have given him the time of day, and yet they had gathered to listen, mostly with a look of cynical contempt. He could imagine how some of them are planning on squashing him like a bug if they leave the room feeling he has wasted their time or made them look foolish. Well, he had bought their presence and they would just have to stay long enough for him to capture their imagination.
“I am told that most of you are here, in this prison, under protest. You passionately state you were shafted and are innocent of the crimes you are charged of. I, on the other hand, proudly claim that I am guilty. Not only am I guilty, but I am deliberately guilty – I had to be so as to end up in this room with you.” He saw their eyes brighten with curiosity, so he was able to relax slightly.
“Allow me to start off by telling you something you all know. Society keeps the really corrupt people free and rewards them with wealth that kings of the past could not imagine, while it sends people who often are corrupted by their need to care for their loved ones, to prison. That was the part you all know, so what is the part you do not know? It is something simple, but ignored by all. Prisons are also used to reward those the enemies of America need.”
A man called out, “You do not sound American.”
“True, I am not. However, I am one of those who support your country, not because I am a good guy, but because the world needs America to remain strong so that the rest of us who love our freedom and traditions can remain free…and alive. It is out of that love I have sacrificed my freedom and is the reason I came to America and struggled to find a crime that hurts no man, woman or child, and yet will bring me here to you – for I have seen that America needs your help. America needs you to act as her soldiers.
Tell me if this makes sense to you. A man, who in his own country, has no money and often goes hungry, comes to America and commits crimes against Americans. For instance, he’ll kill for the slightest reason and, when he feels safe to do so, he will rape your mothers, wives or daughters, even if they are as young as five years old. Some will steal your child and send it back home, where it will be used sexually for a time, and then it will be cut into pieces and sold back to those corrupt Americans I referred to earlier, as body parts. When they are caught, are they executed, or are they imprisoned for a short period, so that they can be released within America – where they can help protect the corrupt ones who are protecting them, by voting for them? Do these monsters suffer in your prisons, or do they consider the facilities here luxurious, compared to life back home? Do you now understand why I say your prisons are used for rewarding your enemies?
Your government does not have the power to stop them, for the corrupt ones pay many in government to act against the interests of your nation, ensuring the border continues to leak in a hundred places, so that they can employ at low wages more and more invaders, while simultaneously gaining voters who will support them.
Only those who are outside the law are free to take action. If we are clever in the way we act, none can cause us trouble. Consider this also; you have been judged as guilty of committing crimes, so when you leave here, who is going to employ you? The only jobs available to you will be those that the invaders take at wages below what you need for providing for your family. If you want a future, you must help bring about changes.”
He paused, as if in thought, knowing the value of making them wait.
“All this, you have been told before, but nobody has ever told you that you can play an important role in getting rid of the invaders. I am not speaking of causing deaths, for then you would be punished. We need to be smart in the ways we protect ourselves and our countries. So, here is what I have to ask of you.
I want you to organise, so that any of the invaders brought to your prison are made to fear returning here.
Make their time in here a misery for a month or three, do whatever is needed to break their spirit. Avoid causing outright violence, just make their lives in here a nightmare. Promise them that if they do not leave America and if they are arrested for a crime again, next time you will cripple them for life. If we can reduce the numbers of those willing to risk coming to prison, it means it costs your friends and families less in taxes, while also ensuring they stop committing crimes against your people.
I think of nations as being families. If you, as my brother harm me, I have the right to punish you, but you remain family and I’ll help care for you when you are sick or grow old. When outsiders harm members of your family, they do not have the same rights. They must pay and suffer to such an extent, that fear of returning to the luxury of your prisons gives them nightmares.”
I have only quoted the gist of his opening remarks, for the rest were questions and organising as he lit a fire in the men. They grew to see themselves as potential heroes and patriots. Enthusiastically they allowed him to keep them until he is certain they will not allow the wrong people to find out why they are attacking those who illegally cross the US borders – not even those who are being attacked.
As they filed out of the room, they whispered their vow to become the Border Wall their President is being denied by the Globalist government members.
The warden placed the tape in an envelope, locked it in his safe and warned the officer who had brought it to him, that the matter is to be considered top secret. Neither guards not prisoners are to be informed or made aware that they know of the plans by the American prisoners.
Once he could, he met someone at their club and spoke of what is being planned. The person remained in thought for a while.
“Is this being organised along racial lines?”
“No. He spoke to and enrolled black and white prisoners. I understand he only refused to allow Moslems to learn of it, as he told the prisoners their oath is to their own religion and home country and therefore they must not be trusted with even a hint of the truth – he pointedly stressed that this remains true of even American citizens who are Moslems.”
“Sound like he has a second stage planned.” The warden did not reply, only waiting for instructions. “Do what you can to facilitate the plan, carefully though, there must be no links that lead to you – and be especially careful of the State Governor finding out – he is a Soros lackey. It occurs to me that the alien prisoners should have their phone or computer visitation privileges removed until the treatment is completed. Thank goodness we stopped physical visitation rights; it would have been difficult to prevent them complaining about their treatment.” His lips hinted at amusement as he concluded, “Let me know when the program is working and the instigator – he is British? – is ready to be transferred to the next prison system. Keep records, if this plan is successful, I’ll need the proof to secure the backing of others.”
The warden nodded. “It has occurred to me, Jim, before he is transferred, may I suggest we send a couple of his direct supporters in advance, so that they can ensure they only enlist prisoners who are…individualists?”
“A good idea. Another bourbon?”
The warden grinned for the first time. “Normally I limit myself to one a day, but if we are to drink to the destruction of the Globalists bastards, I’ll join you. They are going to regret starting their war against us patriots and I am pleased to be playing a part in the fight. At last, I can sleep without feeling like a coward for doing nothing.”
Jim ordered the drinks and wondered, could it be that it is time for him to stop being a secret Globalist? Has the tide changed? He does not want to be caught on the wrong side. He realised he has already subconsciously made his decision, when he found he is telling himself, “Fuck George Soros and the Democrats!”
…and the old man stood by the window, his thoughts spoken to his deceased wife – his one and only love. “You will be laughing at me, my love, for you always said I am too soft. The Globalist bastards betrayed us, filled our country with those who hate us and when you needed an operation to save you, they said our NHS cannot afford to save us old people, as they must concentrate on saving our enemies. I hope I can join you someday soon, knowing I have helped stop them.”
Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)18th September, 2019
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