Remember the saying: Nuke ‘em all and let God sort it out”. Maybe
we said that too much back in the 60’s and 70’s….seems that is coming back into
play.
You hear people say it is God’s will. Well in general there
are two types of people that say it is God’s will. First there are the people
who just accept any and everything and no matter how bad it gets they say
nothing except it is God’s will. And then there are people like Joan of Arc who
said it is God’s will I DO something. Strange
but true it is both except when is it God’s will and when is it God’s will? We
cannot do anything about natural disasters, we can do something
afterwards. Or do we do we believe
errantly that evil is God’s will? I think not. God will’s is to do better for
each other. You know; that love thy neighbor kind of thing.
The old man was sad, yet he walked on. The terrain on the
edge of the Alborz mountains was always tricky. He had walked through the local
villages that skirted the mountains that led into Tehran for years. Always
walking it seemed. He was a young man when the Shah fell. His life was full of
opportunity, however, he got caught on the wrong side of the revolution. He
adjusted and survived. The loss of his son was something he knew may happen. He
had secretly sent him to another family so he would have opportunity under the
new regime. They boy never knew his real Father. He heard the government had
killed him. He knew of the wife and the young boy. He made arrangements so they
would be taken care of. He thought of the future of his Grandson. Should he
start training him he wondered. He was old and hated making rash decisions, but
his time was short and he wanted his country back. He would never see his
Grandson as an adult anyway, yet he knew to win the war recruiting and training
soldiers is part of the process.
The old man had many friends, all were young, all were
bitter about the revolution. Their lives had ended. Some died immediately when the
Shah was deposed and people knew they were connected to his way of life. Some
had lived years dead. He pressed on. Others slowly came to him. They planned
and planted their children into the government. Their children never knowing
their purpose, yet working hard for the government, many successful, many with
individual tasks never knowing their real purpose. Some working right next to
another young person not realizing they were both working on a goal they didn’t
know existed.
He never trusted the Americans, even before the Shah fell.
His Father engrained that into him. They worked with the Americans, yet never
trusted them. Old contacts from the CIA
he knew as an up and coming officer had left traces of how he could reach them.
He reached out a few years ago. He still needed help to win his war. Little did
he know these contacts had their own agenda now. The intelligence community was
split over the constant grind to control the oil market. There was always
influence from someone who had contact with the oil oligarchs. The Saudis were always
made out to be American friends. Some in the intelligence community were tired
of this charade. Like the Iranian Revolution, the Saudi Royal Family hated the
Americans. The Sauds worked diligently to find ways to circumvent American
influence. They were not always successful, yet their goal was to overthrow the
American might behind oil and control the markets themselves. They knew their military
was nowhere near strong enough to be a world power so they reluctantly worked
with the Americans, all the time feeling like whores hoping to become free.
They also needed the United States since Iran and Russia were close. This was
more of a concern than American stupidity and arrogance. One day, they thought,
one day things will change. For now, they still needed the Americans and the
word that some American interests may be contacting Iran was too much for them.
Their reliance needs to end. Today though, the Saud King put pressure on the
American President. This Iranian business needed to stop or all sorts of chaos in
the oil markets would begin. Quietly he thought should they make their own
contacts with Russia to weaken American influence.
The American President didn’t care. More chaos meant more
money for oil and he was backed highly by the oil oligarchs, not that he called
them that, they were his friends.
Paul’s unknown contact though was very worried. He planned
ahead. He thought through scenarios. This challenge from the Sauds was laced
with danger and the unknown. He hated the unknown. And in the last month, he was handed more
unknown than he had ever imagined in his last fifty years of maintaining
American superiority in the world oil markets. He controlled oil, therefore he
controlled the world. There were now cracks.
The old man came to a shop. He stopped in and sat down to
drink some tea. Another old man sat down near him. They didn’t speak. They both
sat quietly sipping tea. Both looked like old merchants tired from their work.
They were tired from the work. They both would continue on after tea. After
about a half hour another old man came in. Sat by the second old man, maybe
said five words. Sat silently and sipped his tea. The shop was quiet, a few
customers came in. This wasn’t the ski village near Tehran, this was just a
village of older quiet people. Yet, somehow over the course an hour or so much
was communicated. The old man heard about an American Congressman. He did not
know this person nor cared why he found out about him, but apparently it was
important. He registered it in his memory. What was important to him, was the
Americans he hated were much concerned about this Congressman. They were thrown
into turmoil. He son’s death had now caused some friction between the Americans
and the Arabians. He felt better. His son did not die in vain. And most
important the “government official” that killed his son was in trouble. The
fact no one knew his son had contacted an American was very disturbing in the
government. This was very good news to the old man. There had always been
people like the government official even under the Shah and he never liked them
back then. He wanted real people running the government. He didn’t need a
democracy, he just needed real Persians in control. A government of the true
people.
Sheriff Daniel was still working with the FBI agents. The
continued to search, yet maintained a low key in the public eye. This was
somewhat difficult to do. They had to rotate agents into different motels in
surrounding towns so the scope of the investigation wasn’t too noticeable. The spot where the Congressman fell was under
intense scrutiny still. There were things that still didn’t add up even with
the knowledge there were two shooters.
Then the news broke and it broke big. A SUV with people in
it was found in a lake about a hundred miles away. And since it was local
fishermen that found it, they went straight to the police which the local news
picked up and it went national fast. The fishermen did not connect the dots
that the SUV was connected to the Congressman. They were just local people who
now had a huge story. It is not every day you find a SUV with grown men in it
at the bottom of the lake.
The FBI was there fast. Unfortunately, some members of the
FBI that had contacts with Paul’s superiors were the first to arrive. Sheriff
Daniel knew they needed to get out there, but Anthony said a team had already
arrived. Anthony didn’t say it out loud, yet he was real curious why another
team was sent, when his supervisor knew he was out there looking for something
like this find. He called. His supervisor was also confused. He heard the call
and offered to send Anthony out to investigate. He was cut short rather
quickly.
After Anthony called, he thought about it a bit and called
Anthony back. Go ahead and send some of his crew out there. Nothing was said,
yet he sensed his supervisor’s thoughts. He needed to investigate who was sent
and how they were conducting the investigation. He handpicked a few of the
agents and went back out to the original scene. He also talked to his team
about pictures they had of the tire tracks. They were searching a wider area to see if
they could find more bullets or shells. Gut feelings can be nasty on getting
sleep at night
Greg was stable, yet still critical. Sandra was distraught
because her friend Greg still called. The Doctor was glad to be back at the
hospital once the cover was blown. He kept better care of Greg there. Sooner or
later there were going to be many questions about why Greg was moved. For now,
he avoided contact with everyone except a few nurses he knew really well. He
also kept Greg’s old friend and nurse near Greg. Trust was not something he
felt right now unless he knew them for decades.
Paul’s superiors had left the President’s office. They had a
large energy planning meeting. The news of the SUV dampened any enthusiasm he
had coming out of the meeting. He called Paul who made sure the correct FBI
agents were sent.
And what will be a surprise to everyone, someone at the NSA turned
up a Russian operative had been in the vicinity of where Greg was shot a couple
days beforehand. She kept it to herself
for some strange reason.
To be continued
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And finally, a thought from the paranoid posts:
I wonder if Mr. Mueller thinks like I do? It seems to me
that Mr. Bannon and the way he is planning and acting might have colluded with
the Russians more so than Mr. Trump. If fact, Trump may have colluded,
especially for business reasons, but Mr. Bannon’s action with the alt right
seem to mirror some of the tactics the Russians used to influence the election
with or without Trump’s involvement. Too many coincidences in behavior and if
you wanted to take over a country, you need chaos to get started. That guy
scares the crap out of me. hmmmmm
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