Guests of the Nation
By Mike Palecek
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About this ebook
Guests of the Nation pulls no punches...
.
“I loved it! I think GOTN is a timely published 9/11 story, a quick and easy read for our too
busy lives, and one that just might sink into the American people’s consciousness, finally. I
wish it could be placed for sale on every store’s ‘impulse’ check-out counter across the USA.”
— Elizabeth O. Metz, Summer of Truth, 2008
“Once again, Palecek leads us sleepwalkers through Nightmerica, the twisted beyond cor-
ruption conspiracyland of a million fears. Our tour begins in the nooks, crannies, and crawl-
spaces necessarily accessed to bring a building down in its footprint.
“Before George W. Bush’s bloody rampage across the world could commence there need be a ‘catalyzing’ event. Enter the crime of the century on the eleventh day of the ninth month of
the first year. Palecek goes among the real 9/11 conspirators to prove fiction is no stranger
to truth.
“Palecek chronicles better than anyone America’s legion nobodies, shocked, awed, and standing appalled as their president careens around the globe, death and hellfire marking his passage.
“From headless corpses bobbing down the Tigris, to Louisiana’s unidentified ‘floaters,’
Palecek reminds, we’re all little people in this not so brave Neo World; no more citizens, but
merely ‘guests’ serving at the pleasure of the president.
— Chris Cook, Gorilla Radio, Vancouver, British Columbia
“Gripping, insightful character dialogue leading to that nagging suspicion that something doesn’t seem to add up within our currently accepted, mainstream media promoted world-view — finishing with the only possible solution of a totalitarian agenda. Great Read!”
— Dan Nalven, 911Truth.org
Mike Palecek
Mike Palecek is a writer who lives in Saginaw, Minnesota, west of Duluth. He is a former federal prisoner for peace, was the Iowa Democratic Party candidate for the U.S. House of Representatives, 5th District in the 2000 election, is a former award winning reporter, editor, publisher in Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota. The small newspaper Mike & Ruth Palecek owned and operated in Byron, Minnesota won the MNA Newspaper of the Year Award in 1993. Mike and Ruth have two children and recently moved from Iowa to Minnesota. The Paleceks both work for group homes in the Cloquet area. Mike has written several other books. He is the co-host of The New American Dream Radio Show, along with Chuck Gregory, which has been broadcasting each Thursday at 6:30 pm. since February 2011. Here is a link to some past books: http://newamericandream.info/ Link to radio show. I am co-host: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/the-new-american-dream-radio-show Link to radio interviews I have done, concerning my books [left-hand side of page] : http://newamericandream.net/ Link to columns I wrote, published in Cold Type, while on book tour: http://coldtype.net/find.html [scroll down to "Mike Palecek, The American Dream Book Tour" Some other links, reviews, etc: http://jamesfetzer.blogspot.com/2010/02/guests-of-nation-chapters-16-21.html http://willyloman.wordpress.com/2011/06/22/bigfoot-loves-balloons-a-review-of-mike-paleceks-camp-america/ http://johnnymoon.newamericandream.info/kevin-barrett-on-johnny-moon/ http://blogcritics.org/books/article/book-review-terror-nation-by-mike/ http://theragblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/books-speak-english-by-mike-palecek.html http://madhattersreview.com/issue6/book_reviews.shtml#palecek http://dissidentvoice.org/Feb07/MickeyZ27.htm http://www.politicalcortex.com/story/2007/3/13/195217/176 http://www.januarymagazine.com/fiction/bigfoot.html http://prairieprogressive.com/2006/05/12/book-review-terror-nation-2006/
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Guests of the Nation - Mike Palecek
[Chapter one]
C:\Users\Owner\AppData\Local\Microsoft\Windows\INetCache\Content.Word\bush150x124.pngIt was an interesting day.
Looks like I hit the Trifecta.
That’s one bad pilot.
Today we had our Pearl Harbor.
— George W. Bush
Boom.
Boom-boom.
In his sleep John saw flashes and explosions, and home movies of blowing on birthday candles and then more rapid-fire bursts, and sitting in shop class in his underwear, and burned, stiff bodies, all the components of an American dream.
Too many bodies.
The bodies were stacking up in the shop area of Mr. Shoemaker’s class, next to the croshcut shaw,
the band shaw, the radial arm shaw, and the circular shaw.
Each year on the first day of class Mr. Shoemaker would name the saws by firing out the fingers of one hand, the band saw and radial arm saw being half and three-quarters length because of an ancient band saw accident, or perhaps separate accidents.
Outside the class door John smelled the lunchroom and a whiff of Sue McCarthy’s perfume.
He heard the rumble of the changing classes.
He saw Susan sitting in the next row, and since this was a dream he smiled wide and reached over to pull her hand to his crotch.
John’s hand hit something before reaching Susan.
He opened his eyes and saw his own fingertips touching a knee wearing dark blue pants.
Some sort of tweed?
WTF is tweed?
John uncrossed his legs and sat up in the tight little blue airport seat.
Blood rushed through his body, filling his face and ears.
He looked up and saw three people looking down on him, shoulder to shoulder, all wearing varieties of dark and white, as if three stern Catholic playground monitors had showed up to haul him to time out.
Are you a terrorist?
said the white-haired man in the middle.
WTF happened to with Folgers in your cup
?
He was tall and successful looking, the same as the younger ones, the black-haired man on the right, and the blonde babe on the left.
The young man flipped open a wallet with an FBI identification.
Probably came with the cheap billfold.
John couldn’t believe his eyes. They were really here. Like finally having an alien sighting.
All stern and serious and dark and white.
John sat next to his bag, in the waiting area to board his flight at Kennedy for home after attending the 911 Truth anniversary events.
He wore a black and white Investigate 911
T-shirt with the letters and numbers in the shape of the smoking twin towers. He styled fairly new jeans and very new white tennis shoes.
The woman agent held in her hands a green flyer that John recognized from the conference.
She pulled it to her waist, gripped it by the edges with her fingertips and held the front toward John.
He nodded.
He knew his name was there as a speaker.
The younger man bent down and squinted to read the button on John’s shirt.
The older man put his hand on his waist, pulling back his coat to reveal a black pistol.
Smooth move.
John still had not spoken.
He consciously noted.
He had heard their voices.
They had not heard mine.
Not that I knew of.
And so I thought that gave me a semblance of control.
Sir,
said the woman in a deep, beautiful, tough woman voice that was not unnatural.
Her hair was coarse from too much swimming.
Well, too much, that’s not my judgment to make, maybe it was just right, for her.
Nice tits.
Very, very nice.
She stepped in and took me by my underarm in a grip that with just a small change in pressure points could have brought me to my knees.
So would the tits.
Black Haired Boy shook his mane back the way cool kids do and leaned to pick up my bag.
What have I done?
I said as I rose to stand, trying to sound uninhibited, not perturbed, non-indignant, unafraid, honest, truthful, trustworthy, brave.
Chief White Haired Guy stepped right in and I could smell the cherry Lifesaver in his cheek.
His eyebrows were white and bushy and his face worn.
In his killer cool brown eyes I saw all the way to Quantico and Mark Clark and Wounded Knee and Dillinger and too many whiskies after golf, four successful kids, a retirement lake home.
John,
he said. The voice underlined all my assumptions.
You cannot make this stuff up. These guys, when you actually meet them, they walk fully dressed right out of your midnight imagination.
John.
The four of us formed a huddle, surrounded by the eyes and ears now beginning to focus on us.
Again he showed me the gun, the persuader, a subtle aside.
We need to visit with you,
said the voice of Marshal Dillon.
He took me by the other arm.
We fell in behind Blacky carrying my grayish bluish bag, uniquely designed for two purposes in life, same as ol’ Blonde’s ass, to look good and fit into a tight space.
Whitey and Blonde had me securely by the arms.
Blacky never got too far ahead.
We attracted plenty of stares, gawks, leers.
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