A stranger might not have noticed the changes; the faster growing weeds rising above the longish grass; the yellowed newspaper on the porch; the dog chain stretched out toward the street as if awaiting the new tenant, but the greatest tell - the bass boat - seemingly abandoned to the meanness of the coming winter
If that stranger, being perhaps a friend of Sam or the Judge, had allowed his gaze to continue past Henny?s home, across the covered bridge over the creek, and down the path that led to the Judge?s ancestral home, he may have gleaned that evasive touch emptiness that all but cried out? for owners long gone.
The Town itself, Hennyville, soldiered on. People continued their daily life and its attendant duties. Yet, even here, a perceptive few could feel the hollowness; the new brittleness of town life with out its three most active?though some would have you believe ? equally devious minds.
The, evidently, planned riots of election morning roiling the larger cities had been aimed, not at the ghettos, but at the white middle class neighborhoods. Spilling from the mean downtown streets, roves of young thugs had driven through the small quiet streets and village areas shooting randomly, burning parked cars and destroying voting booths in remote areas, schools, and churches. The suppression of conservative voting patterns coupled with the millions of illegal votes allowed by friendly courts, and numb sculled ?Motor Voter" regulations, had washed the bloodless Kerry into the countries highest office. John Kerry was now 43rd President of the United States.
It had not even been close. The fifty percent of the population that pay no taxes coupled, for all purposes, with 100% of the black and Illegal alien vote- had not only defeated the incumbent President - but had achieved a unbeatable majority in both Houses of Congress.
American had changed forever. The highest point Humanity had reached in its 4000 years? was now past.
The world had never seen another nation bring the degree of good, of responsibility; of willingness? not only to help, but die for others freedom. America had given so freely and without demand world had come to expect, and even complain, when the nation was slow to act.
If America had shown a weakness - it had been in this, the early 21st Century ? that being its unwillingness to act in its own best interest?yet, continue to sacrifice its own young men and treasure to the betterment of others - even those that would not learn or care to know real freedom.
It would have been so much easier; so much cheaper in coin and life, to have just offered protection; protection to some oil rich nation from their nasty cousins ? in exchange for their oil production.
But you see such an act would have been deemed as nothing but ?self-interest" by all who hate America, most notably by those here in America that hate all things American ? the media, the left, and the sexually warped that have scurried from their crevices to parade in the new found sunlight.
It would have made us ?Ugly Americans".
It had been easy? really! No need to drive cattle South and sell them at the railhead.
If paper money had value it was simply because it was fungible and it could be stored. Stored that is ?as long as one remembered its value was only as good as the bank - on the day one toted it out the door. Gold coins and Swiss Franks had been the medium of choice.Sam, ?Charleston Dick," the Judge, and Henny had planned well.
One late evening over Scotch, they had compared notes and found that between them they held over $30,000 dollars in IOU?s from Don; he of the Ford Dealership. Each in their way had never expected to be reimbursed. Some had simply thrown the notes on the dresser or in a drawer. Dick had numbered his and then kept them in a come up file?
?But then what would you expect from a surgeon with an anal complex?" Sam had asked.
The very next morning Henny had stopped by the camper dealership, also owned by Don. He had driven a '42 van home for the boys to load.
They stuffed the $30,000 dollars in IOU?s in a brown envelope along with a note telling Don he could pick up his camper at the Miami Marina November 1.st. This was to be dropped into the mail on the way out of town.
If you were ever of the persuasion that men and women were similar as the new age crowd continually suggest?forget it!
Four men, with their sorry collection of ?things," at their feet, managed to load the ?Winna Go Go" in less that an hour. A lifetime of living bundled into a duffle bag.
There are not four women in the world that could accomplish that?even for money.
Two weeks? of sliding past old wet dreams? earlier times?younger women?a Florida less crowded - more disposed to real fun. There they stood, almost posed, their thirty-foot Boston whaler - The Santa Maria - beneath their feet - hove up upon a quiet sandy cove on the Island of Anguilla.
The view from the Island, presented to the locals ?there a ?bouts" were little more than silhouettes in black, against the fiery Orange of a sun soon to set; Three figures seemingly from a distant past - a cape? pantaloons? A staff, pendent fluttering rakishly in the evening trades?
Sloshing ashore, Henny calmly planted his boat hook and Ga. Tech pendent.
?I claim this land in the name of our leader Feral Brown."
Turning to the closest local, "How far inland does the Emperor Live?
With the ice broken, an attractive cream-colored gentleman removed his pipe and smiling? addressed Henny.
?I say old man?He is a lot closer to earth than you three seem to be!"
But years ago we did have a scurvy old goat claim we were the East Indies and I don?t believe he ever got it straight; Even when we gave him that old Mobile Oil Map."
?Well," said Henny, ?Would some of you like a beer while we try to work it out?"
As the Judge raised his cape and pointed the natives became careful and shrunk back away from him mumbling ??muumuu?? but then, as he pointed to the ice chest.
The mumbles changed to. . "Thought you would never ask."
Among men. Some things never change?
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