United States Invaded (40 page)

Chapter 27

In border towns between the LSA and the USA, mobs of LSA citizens crossed the border to protest the USA not agreeing to sign the United Nations’ nuclear disarmament treaty. Local and national media asked some of the protesters why they risked arrest to cross the border, why were they upset, the responses they received were;

              “Any nuclear counter-attack on the USA will include the LSA, we’re next door, we’ll die too. The arrogant fools in Washington, DC, will kill us, as well as themselves.”

              “Nuclear weapons are bad for the environment.”

              “The whole world should completely disarm; all wars are bad.”

              “Make love, not war.”

              “Why can’t we all just chill out?”

              “No one needs nuclear weapons.”

              “The USA is the world’s largest terrorist, the only country to ever use nuclear weapons,”

The reporter from NBX asked, “Don’t you worry about being arrested for crossing the border without a visa?”

“We don’t need visas; the world should be open for everyone; borders are just lines drawn on a map. We don’t approve of borders. We don't need any borders.”

The reporter from ABX asked, “Without borders, how do we have countries?”

“We don’t need countries; we’re all people trying to improve our childrens’ lives, we’re all citizens of the Earth. Borders cause global warming.”

The reporter from Wolf news asked, “Don’t you think individual countries should decide their own fate and take whatever path they deem necessary for their own defense?”

“No, we all live on the same planet, we should have a say in what anyone on the planet does. If we don’t all come together to stop global warming millions will die. We need a world government to manage the Earth’s assets.”

“As a follow up question isn’t it true the planet isn’t warming?”

“Dude, can’t you feel the heat? Don’t you see it’s hot out here?” 

“But where’s the proof?”

“Proof, just feel how warm it is, man, if you disagree with global warming you also believe the moon is made of green cheese. Everyone
knows
the planet is getting hotter, just ask anyone, anyone with brains will tell you.”

The reporter from CNX asked, “Do you think making marijuana legal lowers the risk of war?”

“Dude, of course, why would we fight each other if we can get stoned together? When everyone uses marijuana, no one wants to fight. If the fools in Washington, DC, just chilled out they would sign the treaty and just chill.”

The crowds continue to cross the border protesting against the USA, doubling or tripling the population of border towns whose assets can’t support the influx. The small towns don’t have the budget to provide assistance for the mobs swelling the population of the towns. Local police ask the protesters to go home, the protester's laugh at the police, they refuse to move. Tent cities pop up along the border, huge signs saying, “Ban The Bomb” are hung on poles at the front of the camp sites. Local militias decide they’ve had enough of the moochers; they want the protesters to go home. In the middle of the night, twelve militias coordinate their attacks against the tent cities; they enter the tents, pushing the people out at the barrel of a gun. They force the mobs out of their tents trying to push them back across the border. As the protesters are pushed out of the tent cities, the police move in to inspect the grounds, they find all types of drugs, piles of trash, and piles of human waste. The police and townspeople are disgusted by the filth of the protesters.  They decide to set the tent cities on fire to cleanse the area from whatever the protesters carried into the towns.

The protesters try to push back against the militias; some protesters try to grab their rifles, which gets them hit by the rifle butts. Skirmishes break out between the groups as they get closer to the border. A couple of towns use bulldozers that lineup in a row to force the mobs back across the border. The protesters throw rocks, bottles and even human waste at the militia pushing them across the border.

The militias set up armed border patrols to support the small numbers of border patrol agents. Citizens join the militias building barricades at the border.

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              “President Brownie, President Brownstone is online one.”

“Good evening Mr. President, how are you?”

“President Brownie, I’m reaching out to you formally to protest your people crossing our common border. They not only cross the border without a visitor’s visa, but they are creating issues for the small border towns on our side of the border.”

“President Brownstone, I’m glad you brought this up, the LSA is filing a formal protest against the USA for the very poor treatment you gave to our people who simply wished to state their views against your refusal to sign the United Nations’ treaty.”

“President Brownie, they can protest all they like on your side of the border. If your people continue to cross without the proper documents, they will be forced back across the border. I’m calling to warn you before some of your people are harmed. We won’t stand by while your people swarm across the border and loot the border towns; they leave behind filth and the destruction of public lands. We will send the LSA an invoice to compensate the towns for the damage caused by your people.”

“President Brownstone, the entire country of the LSA can’t be held responsible for the actions of a small percent of our total population. We refuse to accept your claims.”

“Tell you what, how about we hold your protesters in jail or a chain linked fenced off area until their fines are paid?”

“Are you ransoming my citizens? Have you sunk so low as to be a pirate government? I’m ashamed of you. I’m ashamed I once called myself an American.”

“That’s good for you; your people are causing hundreds of millions of dollars of damage; we aren’t paying for your people’s damage. If the government of the LSA won’t cover their damage costs, I’ll send Special Forces into the LSA to the protester's homes to collect whatever assets they have to be sold to cover the costs of their damage.”

“You wouldn’t dare. Sending those violence-loving gorillas into the LSA is an invasion of the LSA.”

“So what? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to protest us? Hold another march? Put up some signs along the border? Please don’t make me laugh. I’ve asked you to control your people if you can’t, we’ll lock the border between us.”

“You can’t lock down the border; our original agreement states neither side will lock the border.”

“Pay up or stop your people from damaging my people or I will order the border closed. What are you going to do about it? Put up a hissy fit? You rely on hired help as your military, by the way, how’s that working out for you? If you continue to provide aid to the United Nations who are attacking us, the United States will consider you an enemy of the United States. Are you sure you want to become our enemy? As our enemy, we will take down your power grid; we’ll destroy your water treatment plants; we’ll push you back 200 years, and unlike World War 2, we won’t rebuild you. We’ll leave you on your own, is this what you want for the LSA?”

“You wouldn’t do this to us; we’re the same, we’re all brothers and sisters. Your own people won’t allow you to strike us.”

“President Brownie, I don’t need their agreement, and yes, I will give the orders. If you don’t believe me, if you think I’m bluffing, try it and see what happens. How will your people handle modern life without power or fresh water? You’re already low on fuel and food, want to add additional discomfort for your people?”

“What do you want from me?”

“Kick out the United Nations troops. Withdraw your offer of support to them.”

“I’m not sure I can do that. Isn’t there something else we can work out?”

“No. I’ll give you 24 hours to decide.”

The call terminates as President hangs up while President Brownie is in mid-word.

“John, Alvin, I want the borders with our friends the LSA closed, no one who isn’t a USA citizen gains entrance,”

Alvin asks, “Mr. President, we can do this. However, we’ll be pulling troops from the defense of our bases.”

“Alvin, thanks for bringing this up. John, it’s time to take the gloves off, I want to hit the United Nations’ troops before they cross the border. You have my permission to use the ’dazzler’ on any United Nations’ flights headed to the LSA, issue a warning; then you can start using the laser. Any United Nations’ flights over our territory can be brought down without warning. Any of their ships that break the 200 miles line, can be sunk.”

“Yes sir. What about the other weapons?”

“You have permission to use anything else, with the exception of nukes. I want them off our soil now.”

“Yes sir.”

“John, one more point. I think it’s time we push our brothers, the LSA over the edge. They have to learn that supporting the Russians is the same as attacking us. I’ve had enough of them blaming us for everything. If they’re going to blame us, then we might as well do something to be blamed for. Minimize collateral damage.”

Smiling, the Secretary of Defense responds, “Yes sir, with pleasure sir.”

“John, I don’t want them crushed, I just want them to realize they have to pick better friends and stop attacking us through their friends. I thought ‘Moonbat’ would be much better than Obsma or Reid, I hope was right.”

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Two United Nations’ flights are on their filed flight plan for Sharpton airport in New York. The lead pilot is chatting with his co-pilot. “I can’t wait for tonight; I emailed Sally, I told her we’re arriving today, she said she and her friend Rose are on to meet us for dinner at 8:00 tonight.”

“I remember Rose, man, push this crate, can’t you speed it up?”

“Lousy headwinds, we should be about thirty minute late, plenty of time to make dinner with the girls. We’re going to have a hot time tonight, man, I hope this war lasts forever…Damn, that hurts! I can’t see!”

“Me either! What happened?”

“Flash of light, can’t see, how are we going to land?”

“Leave it on auto pilot, yea, my eyes feel like someone burned them.”

The plane turned 90 degrees onto its right wing, “What the hell are you doing, we’re going to stall! Level the plane.”

“I can’t, I can’t see the instruments.”

The plane noses over, flying into the ocean at 500 MPH.

“Commander, mark a kill symbol on the side of the laser turret. Can you get the one behind him?”

“Yes sir! I’m going for ace today.”

“Go for it, you may be the first Navy ace since Vietnam.”

The second plane follows the first into the ocean.

“Captain, I love this thing. Invisible beam blinds the pilots and destroys their core electronics.”

“You got your second kill; you’ve got three to go.”

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The United Nations’ force fighting its way to Washington, DC, has been slowed by groups of militias. The military took up positions surrounding Washington, DC, itself. Tanks, anti-tank missiles, anti-air missiles, heavy machine guns and mortars are dug in surrounding the entire city. The number of strategic bases and key cities spread the military too thin to be everywhere at the same time. Local militias that passed background checks were drafted into the forces defending the USA. This left some of the interstate highways to be guarded by militias. Which is how I ended up being just a couple of miles south of the Maryland/Virginia border. The United Nations’ forces broke through three ambushes the militia setup. IEDs, mines and even an exploding gasoline tanker truck slowed the invaders down, but, didn’t stop them. We took 40% causalities. I’m one of them. I open my eyes seeing beds on each side of me, people in surgical garb running back and forth, people yelling in the beds. I have no idea what happened or where I am. When I try to move, I realize I have two IVs in my arms, and there’s a shooting pain that runs up my left leg and back. I have a bandage on my head; I can’t sit up enough to look down at my legs.

Someone leans over me; she runs something over my forehead, she holds my left wrist, she writes down the information on a chart; she shines a light into my eyes, “Can you hear me?”

“Yes, where am I?”

“At a temporary military hospital outside of Reston. How do you feel?”

“Like I got run over by one of the tanks.”

“Pretty normal. Are you in much pain?”

“Yes, about 8 on a 1-10 scale.”

“There’s a red button by your left hand, do you feel it?”

“Yes.”

              “That releases more pain medication, if you can’t take the pain, just press the button,”

“What happened to me?”

“You got shot, pretty bad wound, plus the infection got infected. You lost a lot of blood. Your pacemaker didn’t like the bullet wound. We’re watching you very closely.”

“Why aren’t I in a regular hospital?”

“Not enough beds for all of the wounded. The militias have been bled pretty badly.”