History does repeat itself. Are you fed up with tyrannical government bureaucrats and the never-ending high taxes they squeeze out of you and your family? If so, then remember that these were the very same causes that started the first American Revolution.
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Jerry Clinton Oliver previously worked for the CIA, the NSA, and for America’s most prestigious and elite organization, the State Department Diplomatic Corps. In addition to serving in five wars, he accepted 16 overseas assignments. Before he retired from government service, Jerry received the esteemed Secretary of State Achievement Award. Upon retiring, Jerry moved to Temple, Oklahoma, where he was elected mayor. As mayor, he became alarmed at the apparent dissolution of local government at the hands of the Federal Government. Jerry continues to live in Temple, Oklahoma.
After lunch, Michael Falk returned to his office and placed a call to the deputy director of the CIA.
Bart Ingram detested political hacks who thought they could manipulate everyone in the government to their own whims. To Ingram, Falk was one of the worst he had seen in his 25-year career at the Agency. Still, he listened to what Falk had to say.
When Falk was finished, Ingram treated him like a grade-schooler who just needed a basic civics lesson. “Michael,” he said slowly, “this is a domestic problem. By congressional mandate, the FBI works in the United States, and the CIA works overseas.”
Falk was pissed for being chastised and talked down to again, but he kept his cool. He wanted the Agency involved, and he was going to make it happen, one way or another.
“What if I told you that the Mayor of Temple is one your former, covert employees?” Falk asked. “Would that help you take an interest in what I’m talking about?”
It did. Ingram sat forward and started taking notes as he talked on the phone. “All right. What’s the mayor’s name, and where in the hell is Temple?”
At last, Falk had started the ball rolling. He just didn’t realize what a snowball it would become. His next call was to the Defense Department, where he had friends in high places. After all, Falk was the voice in the White House who helped the Defense Department get their trillion-dollar budget passed by Congress each year.
Falk knew that if troops were pulled out of the Burundi war, there would be a downsizing of the military. Unless there happened to be another war to go to. The military loves a good war, he thought, even if they have to fabricate it. Peacetime was the enemy of the Defense Department.
Like Jerry Oliver, Michael Falk realized he was playing against a strict timeline. Time was of the essence.
Falk’s call to the Joint Chiefs of Staff went to the Vice-Chairman, Admiral Peter Kohl.
“Admiral Kohl. This is Michael Falk at the White House. How are you doing today?”
“Fine, Michael. What can I do for your?” Kohl grimaced. He knew that he owed more than one political favor to Falk, whom he secretly considered a political flunky. He knew quite well what Falk had done to the Democratic nominee during the last presidential election, and he was disgusted.
“Well, it looks like domestic terrorism may be brewing in Oklahoma this coming Monday. I wanted to ask you how we should approach this serious issue.”
Have you ever fathomed what it would be like to live in a country under martial law where a U.N. peacekeeping force rules? It happens all the time around the world, but this time it happens in America.
Oliver chronicles how Americans once again are forced into revolution to defend their freedoms and describes the unglamorous, horrific daily life of patriots. You'll experience the feeling of patriots fighting in old, abandoned warehouses in New York City; ambushes in the desert of Arizona and fighting impossible odds to cross the Mississippi River to liberate Chicago, St. Louis and New Orleans. The Diary also details the patriots' constant personal struggles from loneliness, the lack of food and shelter, separation from families, ambushes, and even finding the temporary will to find love while on the run from U.N. troops.
During the country's Second Revolution, ignited by citizens of a seemingly innocuous small town in America, the President of the United States declares martial law then goes to the United Nations with a request for a U.N. peacekeeping force to help him rule over America. The United States becomes a police state. New, national security regulations allow military imprisonment of Domestic Terrorists, a nefarious label attached to anyone thought to be participating in the revolution. Even those who give aid and comfort to, communicate with, or hide those citizens who take part in the revolution are subjected to detention centers, FEMA camps, and execution. The daily life for Americans becomes fear, loss of family members and subjugation under U.N. troops. There are long food lines, high unemployment and little ray of hope of restoring the country back to the U.S. Constitution. But this is just part of the book. The Diary tells the story of what happens after the revolution.
Fighting federal tyranny is no guarantee of an easy victory. Nevertheless, the will of people once again becomes an invincible juggernaut for the restoration of the U.S. Constitution. Immediately after the revolution the first presidential and congressional elections are in full drive. All seems bliss after the war, but it's not. The stealthy, ugly face of evil resurfaces to destroy America.
Just months after the Second American Revolution is over, Michael Jobe, with a newly-minted Journalism degree in hand, is eager to accept any assignment with his new employer, the California Lynwood Valley News. Thinking it would be a run-of-the-mill human-interest story at best, Michael – excited by any possibility to increase his name recognition – nonetheless accepts an assignment to interview a rather mysterious old man in a local nursing home.
The old war veteran, using a pseudonym, is desperate to share his knowledge – knowledge derived from his direct involvement in the Second Revolution. Sensing the pressure of his few remaining years and the approaching presidential election, “Jimmy DeVos,” whose real name is Jack Atkinson, knows that the secrets he's held need to be shared quickly or America will return to tyranny.
DeVos eagerly places his minimal possessions into the hands of Jobe and tries to stress the urgency of his attention. Among his meager possessions, in a dilapidated old whisky cardboard box, is a blood- and dirt-stained diary – a diary whose secrets identify a traitor and foretell the possible ruination of the country if a certain presidential nominee, Joe Carson, is elected; secrets that endanger the very lives of Jobe and DeVos.
Can tyranny rule over America? Sure it can. History is full of examples. Can good defeat evil? Yes, but evil always returns, as evidenced in The Diary.