Chapter Eight
They were too late. Beelzebub’s organization put into
action three separate matched attacks which they had pre-planned. The signal to
begin was simply for the caller to the DFBI to hear the word, “no” to his
outrageous demands. Simultaneously, the three attacks commenced.
The first was a pair of attacks, one against China, and
the other against Russia. A Chinese submarine, The Red Hunter, sustained three
hits from aerial launched self-propelled torpedoes with explosive heads dropped
into the sea from the undercarriage of the USSR fixed-wing double engine
Tupelov-124 bomber. The old but reliable USSR aerial torpedoes were designed to
explode when in close proximity to the submarine. All three bombs hit the
target, and it dropped to the bottom of the South China Sea in less than five
minutes. The markings from the exploded torpedoes found floating on the surface
above the submarine resting in the deep clearly implicated Russia.
The paired attack against Russia occurred less than
three seconds after the Chinese sub was hit. Ostensibly, several buildings at a
secret military base—which manufactured and tested nuclear missiles in the
small town of Nyonoska in Arkhangelsk region of far northern
Russia—simultaneously blew to pieces by massive amounts of explosives. The
explosives were CL-20
[20,2,4,6,8,10,12-hexanitro-2,4,6,8,10,12-hexaazaisowurtzitane (C6H6N12O12)],
originally synthesized in 1986 at the Naval Surface Weapons Center at China
Lake, California. CL-20 is the highest
energy compound as well as the highest density compound known among organic
chemicals. A warehouse burglary in 2018 at China Lake went unreported because
of the top-secret clearance required even to admit to the possession of the
dangerous material.
Late that afternoon, Norwegian authorities detected
radioactive iodine in the waters near Arkhangelsk, thus confirming that Russia
was making nuclear weapons there in that frozen wasteland. The following day,
the US navy found debris clearly identified as belonging to the PLA [People’s
Liberation Army] The markings were in pinyin: Zhōngguó Gōngnóng
Hóngjūn--Chinese Workers’ and Peasants’ Revolutionary Army. All debris was
coated with residue of C6H6N12O12 which matched the batch stolen from China
Lake.
The implications were stunning enough, and reeked of
cause to launch World War III, starting with China versus Russia and spreading
throughout the “civilized” world. But, the second two pairs of shoes dropped
within the United States behind the cloud of media blitz about the Chinese and
Russian military attacks that quickly found its way into the public eye
complete with fact checking from unknown sources.
The first US pair of attacks included the dropping of a
GBU-43B [US Massive Ordnance Air Blast—nicknamed the Mother Of All Bombs—a
large-yield satellite-guided, air delivered bomb, described as the most
powerful non-nuclear weapon in history] on an NAACP annual meeting held in the
Dallas Cowboys Stadium [Jerry World] in Dallas. Besides the 100,000 people
killed in the special events arrangement of the stadium that morning—as they
listened to a replay of Martin Luther’s famous “I have a dream” speech and a
lecture by Clarence Thomas on cases pending in the Supreme Court on reparations
for slavery and the crying need for more African-American, female, and LGBTQ-I
judges and justices, there was insult added to the injury. An avalanche of
vitriolic hate leaflets bearing scurrilous descriptions and drawings of
African-American, Latino, and Jewish people fluttered out of the smoky sky. The
leaflets were signed: “White People Forever, all others, Never”.
The mate to that pair of home-grown hate crimes against
African-Americans occurred in Sterling, Virginia during a hot humid morning of
an NRA weapons extravaganza. The true Second-Amendment aficionados were
enjoying beer, corn-dogs, and an exposure to every kind of “defensive” weapon
from Bowie knives to fully automatic submachine guns to Stinger missiles. The
97% Caucasian crowd listened to throbbing strains of white punk songs with
metal-based accompaniment. Other genres included Nazi punk, Rock Against
Communism, National Socialist black metal, old-time Gospel, and Modern
Christian Rock music. Because of the wide spread publicity sponsored by the NRA
and secretly by David Duke’s KKK, the crowd was pumped up to hear a
constitutional scholar’s oration on their favorite amendment, and an appeal
from the executive director of the NRA’s for more money to combat the looming
threat by the dark-web and deep-state anti-gunners to confiscate their guns.
There were nearly 250,000 highly patriotic, sunbaked, beer tranquilized, and
Christian conservatives, on the grounds that morning. It was a great day.
It is doubtful if many of the 250,000 white party goers
heard the impact of the three bunker buster bombs that dropped from the
cloudless sunny skies and made huge craters in the crowded food concessions,
weapons displays, and entertainment venues all gathering them around to entice
the happy folks into their part of the narrowly drawn area. Within seconds,
over 200,000 white Americans were dead, most of whom were obliterated or their
body parts dumped helter-skelter into the enormous unnatural holes in the
grassy fields. A veritable coalclinkerstorm of black leaflets emblazoned with
white print littered the land and the bodies like falling dark autumn leaves.
The message was simple: “How do y’all like them apples, Whitey?”
The final pair of atrocities launched on the same
dreadful day took place in Mecca and at the Vatican. It was an important day of
the annual hajj—the pilgrimage of faithful Muslims seeking to accomplish a once
in a lifetime visit to the holy city—one of the five pillars of Islam and one
of the most enjoyable of all experiences for the Believers. They were all there
within view of the Kaaba—the “House of Allah,” in the sacred city of Mecca in
Saudi Arabia—during the Sacred Month of Dhul-Hijjah, the 12th month of Islamic
calendar to participate in the seven steps of Hajj—all 1,800,000 of them. They
were gathered around the Ka’aba walking slowly around the edifice
counter-clockwise, many of the humbler souls enraptured with the experience.
The murmur of the tightly compacted crowd was loud enough nearly to drown out
the sound of two airplanes swooping overhead. The blue and white planes bore
the unmistakable image of the Israeli flag.
The two large jet attack bombers—a Sukoi-Su 25, and a
Dassault Étendard IV—hurtled towards the unsuspecting crowd of worshippers
dropping thousands of “bombis” in three well-planned passes. The bomblets
exploded in a blanketing of razor sharp and red-hot shards of steel cutting the
victims to pieces. Early estimates were 820,000 dead, and another 200,000
critically wounded. The sacred stones of the plaza surrounding the Ka’aba were
overrun by rivers of ankle-deep blood. The screams of the neglected wounded by
the overwhelmed first-responders was too much even for seasoned soldiers and
the smattering of terrorists attending to their religious duties. Grown men
wept.
To further antagonize the Muslim victims, leaflets in Arabic
and Latin were found all over Mecca reading, “It is time for the Islamic
terrorists to disappear. This is the first step!”
Finally—and at the same moment as all of the other
major atrocities of the day—Vatican City was in the midst of a special event—a
magnificent and holy event attended by every cardinal in the world, most of the
archbishops and bishops, leaders of all of the monastic orders, and scores of
Italian and world leaders, mostly those of a Roman Catholic persuasion. Nearly
two million penitents and worshipers crowded Vatican square until fire marshals
had to prohibit further entry. The streets around the square were soon filled
to capacity, and the gendarmerie was hard put to maintain order. This was the
annual August Feast of the Assumption, which is dedicated to the day Mary
ascended into Heaven. There were no hotel rooms left, no bed and breakfasts, no
camping spots, and no place for late comers or the poor to lay their heads the
night before 83-year-old Pope Francis appeared in the window of his apartment
overlooking Saint Peter’s Square. The crowd was so heavy that there was one
group in the Audience Hall and another in St. Peters Basilica, and even filling
the Barberini Gardens, to hear him. The bulk of the crowd staring upward from the
square was a nearly monolithic sea of humanity.
He intoned his Apostolic Blessing, then began his
well-rehearsed Papal Audience. An apparently protective squadron of Italian
airforce light bombers streaked overhead. They made two passes wherein they dropped
dozens of high explosive thermite incendiary bombs. More than a million of the
faithful were enveloped and consumed in the resulting superheated fireball. The
last plane dropped a cloud of leaflets which read, “Allah, the All-knowing and
All-powerful has wrought His vengeance upon the kaffir nonbelievers and
crusaders. Believe in Him or die!”
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