Free The Balkanization of America by Ira Tabankin Page A

the country in a race and class war, this President has undermined the three branches of our government, the President rules as a dictator not a President. This President called in the United Fucking Nations for Christ’s sake; UN peacekeepers here on American soil is totally unacceptable. This President pushed aside the first, second, fourth and fifth amendments. Go, return to your master, give him these words, his days of rule are coming to an end.”
     
    The Representative from Southern Georgia stands to be recognized, “Mr. Speaker, if we succeed in impeaching the President, are we left with his sidekick, Joe Braindead?”
     
    “Good question, I’d like us to impeach both of them together and the AG,”
     
    A number of Representatives jump up yelling, “Wait a minute, you’re asking us to impeach the President and Vice President so you can become President? No, you can’t count on me to vote yes if you’re going to become President, frankly Mr. Speaker, you’re not cut out to be President. You’re not strong enough to hold the union together; you’ll alienate the left and the right.”
     
    The majority in both parties agree, they don’t want the Speaker to become President. The meeting in the House slips into yelling on both sides of the aisle. The meeting resembles a mob of children more than it does the elected officials in the House of Representatives.
     
    The Senate explodes over the same topic; they join the House in their nonsupport of the Speaker becoming President.
    The majority of Representatives and Senators hold a heated debate about what they should do and who should become the next President, they agree they can’t impeach the President without a successor.
     
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    “Brad, I got the message we were waiting for, it’s on for tonight. We’re going to attack a DHS prisoner convoy; they’ll have two buses full of political prisoners. We’re going to free them while teaching the DHS clowns some of us have teeth that we’re willing to use.”
     
    “Ron, what time are we leaving? Where are we going?’
     
    “We leave at 1:00 AM, we’re going to intercept them on I-95 south. They’re taking people to Quantico. By the way, wear all black.”
     
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    The United Nations troops camp out in the north parking lot of the Pentagon, they’re not expecting any trouble since there hasn’t been any in weeks. They stopped stationing guards every 50 yards four days ago. Some of the local women have even paid social visits to the UN’s camp. What the UN troops didn’t know was the women are mapping the camp, some paced out the number of steps between the command tent, medical tent, and the armory. On the agreed upon evening, some of the women pour clear liquid surprise into the UN’s coffee and soup, others spread other chemicals in the restroom tents, others took over at the local dry cleaner who cleaned and pressed the UN troop’s uniforms. Their uniforms are treated with a chemical that produces chemical burns on the skin within an hour of putting on the uniforms.
     
    At 2:30 AM hundreds of UN troops line up outside the restroom tents. Hundreds of others are reporting chemical burns on their legs, arms, chest and back, Patriots can slip into the camp unseen by the sick troopers, they loot the armory stripping it clean of weapons and ammunition. Others leave behind homemade firebombs and anti-personal IEDs. At 02:55 AM, the bombs explode setting most of the camp on fire; those trying to help put the fires out are injured when additional IEDs explode five minutes after the fires started spreading nails and BBs through the camp. The IEDs shred the tents and those trying to assist the wounded. The kitchen propane tanks explode killing hundreds more. Within an hour of the attack 400 UN troops are dead, another 300 are wounded from the IEDs, and an additional 225 have been put out of action by chemical burns, many of whom will require hospitalization.
     
    At 2:45 AM a DHS convoy of