The Last Crusade (3 page)

“Madam President, what about Egypt?”

“What about them? I’ve already told them we won’t be party to a war of Arab against Arab, I consider this their internal situation. We’re not going to get involved in a country’s internal situations. No more Iraq situations. Next?”

“The requests for help from the cities that are coming apart.”

“All they need is a little time to adjust to their new mayors. They were legally elected, it’s time for the minorities who’ve been oppressed for so long to have their own people in positions of authority. I’m sure in a month or two things will settle down. I don’t intend on doing anything. I believe they will be able to sort out everything. All they need is a little time. I’ve ordered the Governors not to use the National Guard in their cities. In time, these cities are going to be the new model for the rest of our cities.”

The Secretary of the Treasury asks,

“Madam President, the riots are destroying Government property, it’s going to cost hundreds of millions to repair the damage from the fires and rioting; money that isn’t in our budget.”

“Tell the mayors if they can’t restore order, we’ll nationalize their police force and we’ll take control of policing their cities. They must prioritize protecting the people’s buildings and monuments, except for any monuments which are racist or pay homage to racist people.”

“Madam President, can we do that?”

“I just said it! I’ll issue an Executive Order nationalizing every police force across the country so it’s all done equally.”

“Madam, the people won’t accept us doing that.”

“They’ll do what I tell them. I’m the first woman President, I waited years to reach this office, I paid my dues to get here. I won’t have a few minor squabbles mar my Presidency.”

“Madam President, these aren’t little squabbles! The cities are burning out of control. People are dying every hour, there are mass shootings every day, there isn’t any rule of law in the cities. Frankly Madam President, the situation in these three cities is out of control. We have to do more than federalize their police forces, they don’t have any police forces left! Most were fired by the new mayors. People are leaving the cities at alarming rates. They are losing their tax base. When the dust settles, there won’t be anything of value left in the cities. The rioting will spread if it’s not stopped.”

“Form a committee to review the situation and see what can be done. I’ll expect a formal report on my desk in two months, three at the most. Huma, announce to the press we’re forming a committee to work with the affected cities.”

“Yes, Madam President.”

“I’ve decided to appoint my lawyer, David Kendall to be the new Director of the FBI, I’m counting on each of you to support my decision and help moving him through the Senate approval process.”

“That could be very hard.” Replied the Attorney General.

“JUST DO IT! Tell the military they should stay away from the Caliphate. I don’t want to see them swinging their dicks to impress some poor Arabs who are forming a new nation like we formed ours. My budget isn’t ready yet, none of you have submitted me your updated budgets, I’ll expect them at the end of the week. Huma, tell the Ambassadors I’ll see them this afternoon. Right now I’m tired, this meeting has gone over the thirty minutes I set aside for it. My hairdresser is coming over to tint my hair, which is more important than sitting in here discussing bullshit. I have to look good for my interview this evening on MSNBC.”

Ms. Clayton leaves the Situation Room followed by her shadow, Huma, who is as close to her as her daughter, a fact that her biological daughter hugely resents. The reality is Huma is a Muslim, her family are members of the Muslim Brotherhood. She’s also been Ms. Clayton’s lover for many years, despite her sham of a marriage to a former congressman.

When they’re behind the Oval Office doors, Hillary leans over whispering to her lover and Chief of Staff, “Huma, what do the Ambassadors want?”

“Ma’am, they refused to tell me. I informed both Ambassadors they had to inform me of the agenda if they wanted to meet with you. They both said it was personal. By the way, the Caliphate sent you a sealed personal message.”

“Damn them, okay, book the Russian for an hour after my hair appointment, and the Chinese an hour later, that will be all for today. I’ll look at the Caliphate’s message later or maybe tomorrow. I’ll see you tonight after dinner, we’ll share desert together.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Huma smiles back at Hillary.

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Ali Muhammad Tanvir stands in the middle of a large round table in the Caliphate’s executive building. Each leader sits in one of the chairs around the circular table. Tanvir smiles thinking to himself,
Arthur had his round table, I have mine. He had his Merlin, I’ll have my puppet in the White House, as soon as the whore gets my message she’ll be mine to control. It’s just a matter of time before Europe and America fall, then rise again under Allah’s flag. Soon, the entire world will be united under a single flag. Allah Akbar.

“My friends, I’m happy to announce that we won’t have to worry about the Great Satan any longer, I have a secret weapon that will enable us to control her like a child plays with a puppet. I know for a fact she turned down Egypt’s request for military aid, they are all alone. Today we’re going to finalize our plan to bring Egypt into the bosom of Allah. I promise you, the Great Satan will stand aside and do nothing to stop us. It’s Allah’s will. Allah Akbar.”

The leaders of the Caliphate cheer. They applaud their Prime Minister whose brilliant plan has enabled them to control the largest land mass in hundreds of years and placed them in a position to control the world.

The Caliphate’s military leaders agree to present the Egyptian invasion plan, which they’ll launch at dawn in four days. The Caliphate’s senior general says,

“Your holiness, thousands of tanks are being positioned along Egypt’s borders. Our combined Air Force is moving warplanes to bases surrounding Egypt.”

Ali Muhammad Tanvir smiles,
four days until the fall of Egypt, nothing can stand against our combined forces. Once Egypt has joined us, it will be time to strike the little Satan. We will complete the destruction of Israel, and next, all of the Jews worldwide. We’ll follow the Holy Quran’s instructions to cleanse the world of the pig Jew. Forever. With us holding the strings and controlling the whore in America, no one can stop us. Our time has come. First, I should place my congratulations call to the whore and remind her to read my note.

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“Madam President, the Prime Minister of the Caliphate, Ali Muhammad Tanvir is on the phone asking to speak with you.”

“Huma, can’t you see I’m having my hair done?”

“Ma’am, he said it’s extremely urgent.”

“This job is getting tiring already, so many phone calls and meetings. Put him on the speaker, I’ll speak with him while I have my hair done.”

A moment later, Tanvir asks, “Madam President?”

“Yes, Ali Muhammad Tanvir what can I do for you? I’m extremely busy right now, what’s so urgent that it can’t wait for an appointment?”

“Madam President, did you get my private message?”

“Yes, however, I haven’t had time to read it, I’ll get to it tomorrow or the day after. What’s so important that you demand to interrupt me?”

Laughing, Tanvir says, “From this moment, I own you. You will do whatever I say.”

“What are you talking about? Have you spent too much time in the sun wandering your deserts?”

“Listen to me, you’re nothing but an unclean whore. We hacked your little personal server while you were Secretary of State, we have copies of the thirty thousand, which in reality are fifty-six thousand emails, I’ve read all of them. I think the American media will be very interested in reading your deleted emails. I have read all of your secrets, we have arrested twenty-two of your agents. I think your media and public will especially be interested in the emails where you talk about your true feelings about the media and the people who so kindly elected you, I think the term you used was ‘unwashed loud mouthed swine’ yes, that was what you called them. What will the people who elected you think about you sleeping with Huma, a loyal member of the Muslim Brotherhood? Do you think you would have won the Bible Belt states if they knew you’re a sinful lesbian? Maybe I should start posting your emails on our website. Would you prefer I hack the White House site and post them on your own site? After all, they are your emails.”

She mutes the phone, turning to her hairdresser, “Get out, this has turned into a private call. Everyone, get out and close the door.”

After her hairdresser leaves the living quarters bathroom, she continues “How did you get them? I erased them.”

“Listen, stupid whore, we were reading them as you were writing them, your server was as clear as a window. We’ve had total access to everything you wrote for years. I waited until the right time to use them. You’re now our puppet. When I yank your strings you jump. If I pull on the string to your right leg, you lift it. Are we clear? If you don’t do what I say, you’ll have the shortest term of any American President, you’ll also have a special place in history as the only impeached and removed from office President. Think about how history will treat the Clayton name, the only husband and wife team who were elected President and both impeached. What an honor and special legacy you’ll share.”

“I don’t believe you. I’ve always wanted peace with the Muslim people. I helped engineer the Arab Spring. I supported the Arab people’s right to control their own destiny.”

“You did, which is something I thank you for. You helped bring forth the Caliphate, which will shortly rule the entire planet under Allah’s flag.”

“You can’t, our military strength is too great for you. Nothing can stand up to our military.”

“Do you mean the one your great President Obama ran into the ground, the one that’s at its lowest levels since the First World War, the one that’s losing people every day. The proud military which is tired and using worn out equipment from years of war? Or the one where you and Obama lowered the standards to allow fags and whores to serve in? When we capture your fags we will burn them alive, your women soldiers will become our sex slaves. Had you not cut your defense budget you might have something to scare me with, now, you’re an empty pantsuit. Do you want your emails posted on your own website or are you ready to serve Allah?”

“Let’s say, just for discussion that I agree, what is it you want me to do?”

“First, I want you to withdraw every element of the American military from any country that surrounds the Caliphate. I want your troops out of Europe. I want all support for the bastard country of Israel stopped. I want to know everything you know about their missile defenses. You paid for them, so you should know how to defeat them. I’ll give you thirty days to comply with my demands.”

“What you ask is impossible.”

“Whore! You are not listening. I’m not asking, I’m demanding. Either I have your confirmation in forty-eight hours or I’ll start posting your emails, starting with the ones where you pee on your own media. I’ll follow it with images of us burning your agents alive, agents we learned about from your emails. How will your people react watching Americans burned alive, begging for mercy? I’ll sprinkle in emails between you and your lesbian lover, Huma. Does your daughter know the real reason you’re so close to your chief of staff? Can you imagine the look on her face when she reads about it online?”

Click.

Hillary looks at the speaker, “Hello, are you still there?”

She’s greeted by static.
Shit, I didn’t expect that. Is what he’s asking possible? I’ll ask Huma and Cheryl what they think. My hair! It’s only half done. 
“Hey bitch, get back in here and finish my hair. I have a couple of important meetings today. Hurry it up.”

Hillary leans back in the chair as her hairdresser continues working on her hair.
Maybe what he’s asking isn’t a bad thing. Pulling our military out will save us hundreds of millions, more money to spread around to ensure my re-election. Israel is a bigger problem, I promised the Jewish community I’d support Israel, I can’t turn my back on them this quickly. I’ll never be able to raise a penny from them again. Damn it, maybe I can bargain with him for a little more time. It’s not that I like the damn Jews, I just need their money. I’m sure we’ll be able to work out an agreement. He doesn’t want to sink me; he’d have to start all over again with a new President.