The Conspiracy of American Democracy: The Battle in New York

By Robert G. Strickland

The Conspiracy of American Democracy: The Battle in New York is a thrilling, compelling, and suspenseful political novel that is set in the year 2028 when the United States of America as we know it has disappeared. The novel tells the story of former American citizens who have found themselves fighting in daily battles against the Russian-supplemented socialist army of the new regime, while enduring day-to-day survival in their new world, a world filled with unemployment, economic disaster, and state militias fighting for the American way of life.
Paul, separated from Hannah early in the story, embarks on a courageous journey to find her. Throughout his struggles he finds himself engaged in epic battles with Russian and socialist soldiers, while learning once again to rely on the help of others in his efforts. Throughout the story Paul is faced with confronting past demons, finding his true patriotic self, and discovering that the only thing that really matters in his new world--finding Hannah. The story builds in intensity leading to an enduring and climactic battle in the end, filled with personal loss and glorious redemption.
Factual political details, dating back to the 1930's, are woven into the fabric of the novel in an effort to lead the reader to the conclusion that the destruction of the constitutional foundation of the United States started long ago. Many laws, Acts, Judgments and Amendments are discussed in detail demonstrating to the reader that the ultimate and complete erosion of the core of our democratic society has been occurring in front of our very eyes.
Get lost in this journey into the world of the fictional future of the United States of America s the lead characters travail through enduring love, true honor, painful loss, endless hope, and patriotic servitude.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert G. Strickland
• Release date: Jan 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310801884

Robert G. Strickland

Mr. Robert G. Strickland currently employed in the public safety profession in the Southeastern United States where he makes his home with his wife. He attended Campbell University where he pursued and received a Bachelor of Arts degree in religion and at that time began his writing career. Having a poem published in "The Lyricist", an annual literary competitive publication at the University would be his door to future writing endeavors. His first novel now published "Conspiracy of the American Democracy"; a well-thought literary work of art is the first in a series of future publications.Mr. Strickland has been a life-long gun collector and currently serves as a "State Certified" concealed-carry Handgun Instructor in his home state of North Carolina.Mr. Strickland enjoys spending time with his two grown children and enjoys hunting, woodworking and is an avid motorcycle rider.

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THE CONSPIRACY OF AMERICAN DEMOCRACY / Strickland, RG

THE CONSPIRACY

OF

AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Preface 3-4

Chapter 1 Life in a NY Sewer 5-19

Chapter 2 Soldiers in the Street 20-28

Chapter 3 Taken Prisoner in a Sewer 29-42

Chapter 4 The Prisoner is the Captor 43-55

Chapter 5 She is Dying 56-65

Chapter 6 Hannah's Escape 66-78

Chapter 7 The Rescue of Adam 79-88

Chapter 8 A Battle in the Streets 89-101

Chapter 9 Traveling South in a Tank 102-113

Chapter 10 Amongst Old Friends 114-125

Chapter 11 General Thomas 126-139

Chapter 12 Marching at First Light 140-151

Chapter 13 The 2nd Amendment 152-162

Chapter 14 Preparing for Battle 163-173

Chapter 15 The Battle 174-184

Chapter 16 Reunited 185-189

Preface

Everyone saw it coming; yet no one saw it coming. In those days, it was all about me, me, and me. The citizens called it entitlement, the Government called it entitlement; it truly was just a free ride. Many citizens felt they were entitled to free food, free healthcare, free salary, free room and board and free cell phones. Free, Free, Free. Someone had to pay, someone would pay, and today; someone is still paying. It has always been so sad that the children pay for the sins of their fathers, or their father's father. For over 200 years the United States of America was the melting pot of the free world, the land of Opportunity, the land of milk and honey, the land that set the standard for a free people and the land that set the standard for a Democracy. People from all over the world migrated to the shores of the great United States of America to create for themselves a better life. They wanted a life that they could not achieve anywhere else in the world, a life of prosperity and freedom. The initial desire to live the American Dream by the immigrants was to work hard and save their money. The Statue of Liberty that stood in New York harbor greeted immigrants from other lands. Liberty's torch, declaring that the arms of liberty are open for all men, then, became the welcoming beacon of light. That statue was a worldwide symbol of that golden opportunity that was available to all persons, regardless of race, sex, or religion. Even the inscription on the statue gave the promise of hope for a better tomorrow to all. An inscription that read:

Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses, yearning to breath free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,

Send these, the homeless, tempest tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

For 232 years, America seemed to be flourishing as the melting pot of the world. Then, in 2008, it all began to change. Though the change had been brewing for many years, it was in 2008, with the election of Barrack Hussein Obama as the 44th President of the United States of America; that the walls of Liberty finally started to crumble from the cracks of years of abuse. Entitlement had a new name. It became Hope and Change. Someone would pay and someone did pay. With that said, today; in the year 2028; we are all still paying.

CHAPTER 1

Life in a NY Sewer

For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in diverse places. All these are the beginning of sorrows. Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name's sake

Matthew 24: 7-9

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My shoulder ached as the blood trickled down my right arm. The veins on the back of my hand were swollen as the blood pumped through my body. I felt so weak that I could hardly hold my head up straight, let alone run. Was this it? Please God, do not let this be it I prayed.

That bullet is probably pretty deep, she said with a grimace through her gasps for air.

Shooting her a sideways glance that said, Be quiet as we continued our sprint through what was once a nasty New York sewer. The stench was still there and almost unbearable, even though not used in many years. More gunshots rang out from behind us and ricocheted off of the concrete sewer walls. Bullets blew out chunks of concrete from the sewer walls. Those chunks fell around us splashing in the water as we ran through the ankle deep murky water. We continued running as hard as we could, careful to never look back. Not daring to think of ever looking back, my legs were weak and engorged as the lactic acid did its part and robbed my lower extremities of much needed energy. My lungs heaved for more air, as my adrenaline ran high. My heart raced in my chest as it felt as though it would explode. I thought to myself yet again; ‘this is it, this is how it all ends, in the bowels of a New York sewer.' Bullets continued to ricochet all around us off of the concrete walls. We continued to run as the sewer rats scurried out of our way. Looking for daylight or any light as we ran, this was our daily ritual. Day in and day out, we were running for our lives.

Every day we searched and scavenged for food and ran from the Socialist Army. My god, how could this be? Are we not still, in what was once the United States of America? Even though it had a different name now, I still dreamed of the good old days. The good old days my grandfather spoke of almost daily so many years ago. The days when American citizens slept in warm soft beds and ate at kitchen tables. The days when children played in front yards without fear until after dark. Now, I sleep wherever I can, lay my head with one eye open, always searching for and always expecting the violent end that I know is waiting for me, for us. Now I eat on the ground, in a tunnel, anywhere I can find food. Such is the daily life for the citizens of the United Socialist States of America.

The election year of 2008 was quite a year. In those days, politics ruled the free world. The media outlets, CNN, MSNBC, Fox, C-Span and many others bombarded Americans every day with the politics of the day. As a result, political candidates spent millions and millions of dollars in advertising just to garner the citizen's vote. When it all came down to a national November vote in 2008 for President of the United States of America, it was a relative newcomer to the political arena who would win out, Barrack Hussein Obama. Mr. Obama was a freshman Senator from Chicago, who was pitted against a war hero and long term Senator from Arizona, John Sidney McCain III.

Mr. Obama was an eloquent speaker. The media fell in love with this man almost overnight. Plastered on the television sets, in the households across America, were his face and his message. He was all over the internet, magazines and newspapers. His posters that declared ‘Hope and Change’ seemed to hang everywhere. They were in subways, on street corners, in stores, there were even 'Hope and Change' posters outside of churches and synagogues. Mr. Obama held large public rallies where thousands of citizens attended. For his speeches, he used a teleprompter that was preloaded with his speaking points. This allowed him to seem much more knowledgeable and prepared than he actually was. He spoke well in public; he was an educated man, and he was part African American and part Caucasian. Those things together, along with his very liberal stance on the policies of then president George Walker Bush garnered him mountainous support among the masses. Republicans, Democrats and even Independents became victims to his spell. Celebrities of the day lined up to meet him, they held expensive fundraisers for him, and his campaign platform was simple; Hope and Change. He claimed that he wanted to give the citizens back hope and offered up change from the current administration's policies. From the minute he announced his campaign, he was the favorite. Now we know, that from the minute he announced his candidacy he had ulterior motives. By the time Americans realized what those motives were, it was too late. Our country as we knew it was lying in ruins. Our country as we knew it was gone.

Mr. McCain was the challenger in every aspect of the word. He was a Republican who had very little support, even from his own party. He had a hard time just keeping up with the election process. When he selected his running mate for Vice President, a woman named Sarah Palin, his fate was sealed. Ms. Palin was the Governor of Alaska, but her media savvy was lacking in spirit as well as in message. After her selection, the campaign became bogged down with non-specifics and failed to move forward. While the country thought Mr. McCain would be a good president, no one thought he would be a great president. He never had a chance in this election. He was a true patriot, a true hero, a man of good moral fiber and great character. He was too nice, and he paid the price for that in the election. He was soundly trounced.

Nikita Kruschev, the former Communist ruler of the Soviet Union once said, Your children's children will live under communism. You Americans are so gullible. No, you won't accept Communism outright, but we'll keep feeding you small doses of socialism until you finally wake up and find that you already have Communism. We'll so weaken your economy, until you fall like overripe fruit into our hands.¹ The year was 1959. Who would have known how right he would be? Who would have known how ripe Americans were for the harvest? Who would have known that an elected president of the United States would remove all obstacles and usher in socialism right under the noses of the citizens? Who would have known? Everyone should have known. The signs were there from the beginning of his term. But, the trail for his work had actually been blazed years before his election. A trail blazed by the unsuspecting, but a trail cleared nonetheless.

So there he was, the new President of the United States standing on a platform on that cold January day in Washington D.C., swearing to uphold and defend the United States Constitution to all enemies foreign and domestic. He was like a kid that tells his parents what they wanted to hear while knowing all along his plans are for deceit. He sounded so good when he spoke, but many saw him for what he was; the great liar. Citizens would come to find out years later that he was not even born in America as required by the United States Constitution; he was raised in a communist household. He studied under socialist and communist activists and was the great imposter.

His vision for America became known as the facts were slowly revealed. What he believed, was that America should be a socialist country. However, the destruction of our country did not just start with President Obama's election in 2008. The erosion of our country really had its start long before that fateful day in 2008; the end began when America was just over 150 years old. It all started, with Social Security.

Here, let's stop here. Hannah said as I came back to the current day from my thoughts. I think we have lost them for now.

Maybe I said. As we sat in a little concrete cutout along the sewer wall. A cutout that was full of rat shit and God knows what else in the stagnant disease ridden water. My shoulder screamed in silent agonizing pain as I tried not to let Hannah know how badly it really hurt. She pulled my shirt down over my shoulder to expose the nice bloodied through and through wound that was spilling my blood out into the slimy water in which we sat. Hygiene was no longer an issue for us. Filthy water, nasty spoiled food were staples of the day in our brave new world. As Hannah tried her best to clean up the wound in my shoulder, I found myself staring at her intently and I became lost in thought. For better or for worse! Wasn't that what we vowed all those years ago?

Hannah had been my rock for so long. I promised her so much when we first married. Weren't we quite a pair back then? All of my life I have been fascinated with fitness and weightlifting. My body ached now from gunshot wounds, cuttings and the like, but without the years of preparation of my body, I am certain I would be dead. As we stood there on that wedding day, the photographer made mention of our difference in size. I stand six-feet four-inches tall when barefoot. Keeping a 36 inch waist on a 245 pound frame, I towered above most men. My short-cut, dirty-blonde hair gave me a definite military look. In the gym every day lifting weights, doing pushups, pull-ups and a variety of exercises, had my body looking like a chiseled statue from ancient Rome. I never did like body hair so I shaved daily and, for some reason had very little chest hair. Now, my hair is long and stringy, my body is even more lean, more because of diet than working out. I had a small, thin mustache that just would not grow any larger and a scruffy beard. Shaving and haircuts were not a priority now. Hannah always said that my piercing jade eyes captured her heart first with everything else coming second. For me, her eyes also did a number on my heart.

I will always remember that first day I saw her. A buddy of mine introduced us, and as soon as I saw her, my heart leapt in my chest. Those beautiful, tantalizing blue eyes mesmerized me in a manner I had never known before. I was