February 2008


America Alone Said NO!

Foreword and Disclaimer This is copyrighted material. Any pirating efforts will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. (Copyright March 17, 2011) This is a work of fiction….Pure speculative fiction. It is also a "Cautionary tale".

As you will note, Part One, (Texas Said NO!) was published in the dark days of October 1, 2010. This new cover will simply continue the story. Call it a fictional "future history".

No matter how I played games, the identities of the men and women in this fictional story would be perfectly obvious. The President is the President, and the Senators are the Senators we have. Nevertheless, the story takes place totally in the future with any actions or thoughts portrayed totally from my imagination.

First, I have never heard any of the named officials in this manuscript utter an expletive as I may have fictionally expressed here. The named government officials and Senators and Representatives portrayed here are absolutely splendid God fearing people and in my estimation, and any thoughts and/or actions I have attributed to them here are purely figments of my imagination. Second, given the fictional circumstances, I honestly believe these Senators and other named officials would lay down their very lives for our country if necessary.
God knows I bless the "Army of One", Rush Limbaugh. I have shamelessly placed words in his mouth that he has never uttered, nor perhaps even thought in his innermost being.
This is a story of an all too plausible existential attack upon our country, and our way of life. It is in fact a fictional future history of World War IV. I have written the story under a pen name to avoid unnecessary death threats. God bless America.

Old Texican




Part One (through Page 155)

Texas Said NO!

February 2008

"This… 'Province' of Texas must be punished!" the Mullah pronounced as he read the "Al Jazeera" article. He threw the newspaper down in disgust. "En ShaAllah, we shall punish this Texas in a mighty way." The Mullah abruptly stood and left the room and his assistant read the article that had upset his master so much. Essentially it was a report of Rasmussen Poll of Texas voters. To the question: "Should Sharia Law have any validity or standing in Texas courts?" The result was 89% Nays…and 11% didn‟t recognize the term. The article went on to discuss a court case in this Texas, and the ensuing uproar from the Texas infidels. *

August 19, 2010

"Master, our teams are in place and ready to attack at your command." The Mullah frowned as he pulled at his beard in frustration. "Ah," he growled, "but we must not attack until after the Infidels‟ elections. We have their present government in the palms of our hands. We must be patient…we must!" The Mullah had graduated. He now had one of the tiny handful of uncensored internet connections in his country, and he was nearly apoplectic reading an article on a website. www.academia.org "Texas Textbooks Whitewash Sharia." He wrote a: DECLARATION "The Province of Texas is now punished. No longer will Texas steal its fortune by stealing the natural resources of the Muslim Ummah. The Great Satan shall also be punished! The blood and oil of Allah’s chosen shall no longer be poured out on the land of infidels without retribution. The Laws of Allah shall be obeyed."

Tuesday, November 9, 2010 7:14 PM

Doctor Sam Taylor strode into the east Texas beer and bar-B- Q joint, saw his friends, and plopped down at their table. "Damn, guys. Did you guys hear Obama‟s press conference with Pelosi?"

"Can you believe it?" the professor asked. "I can‟t quite believe it. I mean I just can‟t quite get my hands around this." The professor‟s eyes were popping behind his coke-bottle glasses, but his grim set of jaw said otherwise. He knew.

"Aw hell," Sam said. "We got the House of Representatives back, but Pelosi and crowd are going to complete their agenda with cap-and-tax, card-check, and they are even going to try to back-door a new fairness doctrine between now and February. We knew this lame-duck period was going to be a mess. We saw this coming."

"Doc, "the professor warned, "This country is about to explode, well, if it doesn‟t implode first. I must tell you. I have a truly terrible question tickling around in the back of my mind. What if…what if mind you, this President knowing his Congressional majority is coming to an end, wants to do all he can toward helping the country implode?"

"Well, Prof, you have had a lot more time to study and reflect on that than I have, but I have had a similar question lurking. Without getting too icky-psychological about it, what if he is simply pissed off that he could not stampede the country into a spiritual-emotional gulag of some sort? What if he is willing to bring the roof down on his own head, if he can bring it down on ours as well, just out of spite?"

"Well, hell! I‟ll get icky-psychological about it," the professor stated with conviction. "We‟ve all read the adjectives to describe the man; yada, yada, yada. Well, my final choices are these. One, he honestly detests the United States. Two, he is a Trojan horse, if an inept one. Three, even sitting in the oval office, he feels like an alienated child…outside looking in."

As Sam looked around the table, for the very first time he seriously measured his friends. The banker was solid. Sid was tough, but fair. His pipe-liner friend was a little over the top, but yeah, Jenks would do. Frank, the town pharmacist was literally a bunny rabbit, and their „rich friend‟ owned an independent oil and gas company. Sam spoke to him.

"Drew, do you still run that pissy- assed little refinery, or did you sell out to one of the big boys?"

"Naw, I still got it, but it‟s killing me. Shell Oil wants to buy me out and close me, but you know me, Sam, too stupid to take the money and walk."

"Well," Sam said, "You guys know I have been dropping in on that American Spectator on-line magazine. There is this total whack-job that comments there.

He calls himself „Old Texican‟. He has been hinting that some folks are talking about shutting off the oil and gas if the stupids in Washington keep strangling us."

Sid interrupted. "Well consider me strangled! I couldn‟t write a decent loan if the world depended on it, and my depositors are cashing out and putting their money under their mattresses." There were no chuckles.

Jenks spoke up. "Doc, what are you saying?"

"Stand by a minute, Jenks. Drew, how much cash could you come up with, maybe in two or three days…without hurting yourself?"

The doctor was interrupted by the waitress. "Hey, Doc, a Bud "heavy" like always?"

"No, Kathy, can you get me a double scotch neat? And reload everyone else."

"Awww, doc, did you lose a patient today? I‟m sorry."

"No I didn‟t, Kathy, but thank you for asking."

With her delightful saucy smile and butt wiggle, she went to get the round.

When he turned back to Drew, Sam found himself pinned like the proverbial butterfly in the man‟s eyes. "Doc, now that‟s sorta‟ personal! What the hell are you doing asking me a question like that?"

Not having a drink in hand to stir or whatever, Sam pulled out his pipe pouch and began his packing ritual. "Drew, can I get my drink first? Kathy‟s going to be back over here in a minute, and I need your undivided attention. Frank, if you had all the money in the world, how much medicine could you buy this week from your suppliers…and get it delivered this week?"

Frank began sputtering of course, and blinking and being…bunny rabbit. "Uh Uh, what kinds of medicine", he asked.

Sam looked him in the eye and said: "Everything anybody in five counties might need over the next year!"

Kathy bopped over, and served the drinks. Lord, he envied her bliss. As she walked away, Sam took a big sip of his scotch. "Drew, before I answer you, I want to ask Jenks a question.

"Jenks, where did this "Old Texican" guy get the whacky notion about shutting down the pipelines?"

The pipe-liner slumped back in his chair, dropped his eyes to the beer bottle in his lap, and muttered, "Well there have been some meetings and…." his words tailed off to a mumble.

"Have you been in some of those meetings?" Sam asked.

Jenks nodded with a sigh, with his eyes still locked upon his beer.

Finally, "Yeah, I have Doc. See, all the big-shot brass have their butts puckered. They know the feds are going to nationalize us, and they all know they have a very personalized target on their back. They‟ve just been dithering around, hoping for a big Republican win last week."

Taking a deep breath, Jenks lifted his head, and with eyes blazing said, "C‟mon, Doc, They got the banks, they got their death panels, and now they are goin‟ to try to finish off the country by getting‟ us…but everybody decided that the politicos wouldn‟t get hurt; just ordinary people would get hurt. Nothing is goin‟ to come of it!"

Sam nodded, "Yes, I was so informed by a not-to-be-named patient this morning. He has a whiff of something though. Now tell me seriously, have you sniffed out anything out of place…weird…out in the field?"

The doctor grappled with finding the right choice of words. "Jenks, have you or any of your guys noticed anybody sort of „casing the joint‟?"

Jenks blinked in confusion. "Doc, do you have any idea how many miles of pipe my team maintains? If we tripped over someone „casing the joint‟ as you put it, it would be a pure accident. Not only that but there are people wandering around on our right-of ways all the time; farmers, ranchers, hunters, you name it."

Sam continued. "That‟s what I heard this morning, but the guy that got a whiff is part of the aerial inspection group for one company. On three separate occasions their pilots surprised small groups running like hell for the bushes from pump stations or risers. Bye the way, what the hell is a „riser‟?"

Jenks shrugged. "That‟s what some people call everything where a pipe goes above ground. Mostly they are for access to put in a cleaning tool, or to support a valve or intersection or something."

Sam turned his attention to Drew. Noting the oil-man‟s totally blanched face, he paused for a moment then asked, "Drew, have you heard anything about this?"

"Well, Doc, I‟ve heard a lot of grumbling and rumbling, especially since the offshore drilling moratorium, but…", shaking his head, " no I haven‟t heard a serious word. I can tell you this though. Oilfield hands wouldn‟t run into the brush when an inspection plane flies over. Hell, they would just wave howdy."

Frank stood up from the table abruptly and said: "I gotta‟ take a leak," as he walked away.

The Professor, fingers tented thoughtfully over his lips observed, "Gentlemen, I‟m an economic historian as you know, and I can tell you…..for certain….. in the most rigorously intellectual terms, if someone blows those pipelines, the night-soil of the male Oxen is definitely going into the fan." His lips twitched behind his silvering red beard. "Furthermore, there is absolutely no way to know how this will play out. None!"

Jenks piped up again. "Guys, I don‟t think you quite get it! There are only about ten major trunk-line right-of ways out of Texas and Louisiana…and several of them all connect up in Oklahoma.

Sam continued to think out loud. "So if terrorists…of any stripe …blow those lines, they could bring the whole damn country to a standstill."

As bank Presidents are wont to do, Sid had been quietly listening to the interchanges. "Fellows, I‟m going to need to make some phone-calls tomorrow. Drew, get me some cash. Doc, I guess you know what you need to do, but what kind of time-frame are we looking at?"

"How about any time after the elections we just had?" Sam replied.

The pharmacist got back to the table and sat down, and said, "I need a cashier‟s check, Sid.

"I can get what we need by Friday…no sooner. Doc, I need you to float a possible quarantine situation rumor for the Counties to cover my tracks and avoid a panic. Can you do that?"

Nodding thoughtfully, Sam said, "I‟ll come up with something…and Frank, you are going to want to store the critical part of those medical supplies in Sid‟s vault, Okay?"

Jenks‟ zeroed in on Sam to ask…but Sam interrupted him. "Jenks, we doctors have to keep a lot of secrets, Okay? Drew, think "siege" and get some crude into your tanks. Sid I know you would have thought of it, but I‟ve been struggling with this all day. I need you to get your three or four best farmers to come in, and you tell „em to go buy lots of seed…Lots of food crop seed.

"Prof, this isn‟t happening in Texas alone. I get the impression that it will mainly center on the pipelines in Texas, and Louisiana, and Oklahoma, but that‟s only because about 70% of the country‟s oil and gas flows through at least one of them.

"Hmmmfh!" the professor snorted, "Remember the old joke from the 70s, something about "quit work and freeze a Yankee in the dark?"

"Dammit," Sam erupted. "We have got to give somebody in charge a heads up. First because maybe they can figure out how to head this off, and… so that joke doesn‟t come back and bite our butts and get the wrong folks thrown in jail."

"So who do we call?" Sid asked. ****