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Smoke filled rooms

   Here at B.E.V., I'm taking a new direction today.  While there is a mountain of news stories to observe, comment upon, it's just more of the same basically.  The continual ursurping of political power, treason, backstabbing, lies, deciets coming from our 'leadership' in D.C.   It has me and many thinking, what is going on?  Why is this insanity just being allowed to continue unabated?   Back in the day...way back in the day for some, politics was handled in smoke filled rooms.  Men and a few women, hammered things out for the good of the Nation within a well defined set of invisible but known lines and parameters.  But no more, for some reason, laws pushed and passed by leftist, socialist, statis, the era of smoke filled rooms are gone, here in the USA anyway.  Hollywood makes many political thrillers, tales of intrigue, but in real life....we never see or hear of it.   So what B.E.V. has done today is to offer a fictional tale of political intrigue, a look into the future maybe.  It's short because I don't have time to write a book on my lunch break.  This is totally fictional, it does not represent any person directly living at this moment. 
 
 

A slight drizzle of rain fell upon the city, cleansing as the water ran downwards, driven by gravity to pool upon the ground below. His left foot came into contact with one such puddle of water that gave way to his weight and inertia, splashing harmlessly outward. 

    The street was barely lit from a few straining streetlights and ambient waves of light coming from homes in the surrounding area.   Few pedistirans walked in a hurry, heads down due to the rain, wanting to only get home, out of the rain after a day of work or whatever their day took them.

    He glanced briefly at the strangers, knowing they each had their own worries and concerns, especially after the days news soaked in. From across the ‘pond’ again came more news that began to shake the very foundations of reason and common sense. 

    It was only 9:30pm now as he glanced at his watch, it was still daylight in the USA. Still more time for the major news networks in the U.S to put spin control on the days events, he realized it was the time for the major networks to do their evening news reports in the U.S. 

    How could they he tried to rationalize to himself as he walked up the steps of the dark brown bricked building. The solid glass and bronze door was controlled by a key-code pad. The code was designed to remind the holders of the importance of their time in history.   He tapped in…07041776, then hit the pound sign. A barely audible click announced the door unlocked. 

    He entered and walked the maze of hallways to his destination. Again, the news of the day flashed in his mind.   He was earlier this day at the International Conference for Shipping Laws near central Paris. Several television monitors were placed in the main lobby, all receiving news feeds from 20 different Nations. It was a BBC tune announcing a breaking story that caught his attention. Other than the usual terrorist attacks in the Middle East, or skirmish in Africa, most of the World was finally stable. All except the United States, whose political growing pains were once again the focus of the World. 

    The BBC reporter looked into the camera, a slight expression of concern gave away to the professionalism of the journalist reporter.   “Breaking News BBC, Washington D.C., after two days of ruckus protest on the floor of Congress, the President and ruling political Party unilaterally passed a law keeping the current President and Congress in power until quote “crisis of economic disaster has passed”. Then later in the day, headquarters buildings of the two largest political parties not in power were seized by members of the Special Urban Volunteers. Curfews were set in most major cities following sporadic protest. “   

     As he almost made his way to the room on the top floor in the rear of the building, he recalled the looks of several members of the International communities, shock, disbelief. As he walked back towards the main theater after hearing that news, he almost bumped into an old man who was providing café’ services. The old man was listening to the French news, a tear ran from the old man’s left eye as he mumbled,"S'il vous plait Dues, pas encore.”   He nodded in agreement, he knew the old man was still able to remember his youth during the Second World War and what happened, yes, please God, not again. 

    The door to the room before him was solid oak with no glass. Two men of obvious professional security training stood staggard from one another. They nodded towards him, already memorizing his face from instructions received earlier from their employer.

    One opened the door for him.   He heard another door behind him click closed where a second team of security had stood by. 

     The room was comfortably furnished and well light with reflective lighting. He glanced at the one window which opened to the back of a large apartment behind this building. The screen that covered the outside was shinier than normal screen, telling him it was anti-electronic wave dampening screens, designed to deflect eves dropping devices that would be beamed in. 

     The ante room then opened to a larger room that had seven large leather chairs arranged in a semi circle around a lower table. Seven lap tops sat upon the table, connected by cable that ran to a single line connected to a lone satellite receiver on the roof which had it’s own security detail to watch over it. Though an observer would notice only a late night repair crew of some kind working on a building’s air systems.

     A portly gentlemen, dressed in a dark blue Italian suit gestured to the group to take their seats. Three were smoking cigarettes, one man smoked a cigar, all but one, the late arrival had a glass of cognac in their hand. The tall woman among the group stood out the most, her movements though were concise and confident. 

     ‘We speak either French or English in this discussion.” said the portly man whom organized this group. 

      “English is fine, “ replied the woman. The others nodded their heads in agreement.

      “Good then. We see now in America, over the seven years, the continual decline of freedoms and economic prosperity. Even though due to health reasons, both previous President’s had to replaced, the chosen line of succession the American’s have, had only continued their slide towards a form of autocratic socialism. Their own form of democracy worked against them, which eventually does happen in history when their own checks and balances either fail or are ruled out by progressive laws passed unilaterally by the party in power.”

      A man smoking a cigarette exhaled..”My Nation has, as you all know, has suffered immensely without that help from American industrial dollars. We’ve had the one coup you know of two years ago, and the one massive parliament walk out that was blacked out by our media.”

     All the members around the table went around with their own stories of national problems and catastrophes they’ve experienced since the U.S. fell into near anarchy and the dollar began it’s massive slide in late 2008. 

     They waited for the woman to speak. She took a light sip from her glass, and set it down. As she sat back she spoke, “Our biggest neighbor is once again a major threat to our National Security without the counter balance the U.S.A. once offered. Our neighbor is your neighbor as well and it’s shadow looms large again towards you as well. We can handle him if it comes to war, but if the exchange were to go nuclear, then no one will remain untouched. As much as we disliked the large American military presence in our side of the World, it did offer that needed deterrence to make policy makers think twice.

   My Nation rose to economic prominence with the massive American markets. But now, our unemployment is reaching 20%, and our economic growth is at point five percent. We need a viable American economy as well as you all do over here.”

    The portly man snubbed out the cigar he had. “Then it’s decided, we are unanimous decision on the course of action we must take.”   All nodded in agreement.

    The man that entered last spoke. “There will some innocent lives lost, but the greater good for all of us over ride this fact.   I’ve talked with numerous contacts in my Nation and in the United States, the American Military will only continue to support the concurrent Administration blindly as they have done the past seven years, even after the disastrous loss of their fleet in the Red Sea. They will not act, and most of the senior officers now are totally appointed by the running Administration.  We saw this before, or at least, our Grandparents and parents did.”   A man across from him from the Nation he referenced nodded solemnly.  

     Another man who was listening quietly and intently spoke up, “Once we do this, there will be no turning back, and it’s possible that the consequences could be quite the reverse as what we perceive them to be as happening.”

    A different man snubbed out his cigarette, “I agree, but it’s not just enough to cut the head off a snake, you have to kill the nest as well. The sad state of affairs is that we must do what the Americans are unable, or unwilling to do for themselves.” 

    The woman spoke, “With their unilateral political system now, it will not be hard to get that whole nest at one time. This is a different time of history, and America has a totally different generation of people who are so far different than the ones that built and maintained their Nation.”

    The portly man sighed, “I, in all my days, never, ever, thought I would see America become what it is now. But, it is in our duty, for all of this World, even for those who work against us out of their own self interest be it political or religious power, that we now must stride forth.” He nodded towards the last man in.

    He clicked on his laptop and spoke, “I have their itinerary for the next two weeks, and our best window of opportunity will be the Wednesday of the second week as only the political leadership are gathered in San Francisco for a remote conference to plan their next steps. They will all be attending the new holiday they passed, and then go meet for their conference. It will be less loss of innocent life at that time.”

    They all sat in silence, looking at one another, smoke swirls rose up ward dancing in the light, filling the air with what was once dreams of a global community of prosperous Nations. It was to get that dream back which was the reasoning of their gathering and mission.

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