next global Monopoly moves in the commodities market.
They nicknamed themselves Mr. North, Mr. South, Mr. East and Mr. West. The names represented loosely knits regions or responsibilities in those worldly regions. The components of their schemes were carried out in the most susceptible and expedient regions of targeted countries. Their millennial agenda included completely controlling the finances of the United States.
Mr. North was charged with influencing northern hemisphere economics. His grandfather economically engineered a pair of Russian Revolutions in 1917 and 1918. His initial efforts laid the groundwork for their current millennial agenda. Grandfather ‘North’ created the concept of ‘Flowing Societies’ through a series of declining economic systems to anarchy.
He experimented with early 1900’s Russia. A socialist party was founded and grew strong. The People’s Revolutions destroyed the existing economic system. Years later the natural progression followed: socialism to communism to socialist democratic anarchy.
The ‘Flowing Societies’ experiment in Russia climaxed seventy years later with the destruction of the Berlin Wall. Today Russia operates with corrupt politicians married to an International Black Market.
The Club felt they could accelerate grandfather’s results by corrupting European Politicians such as Germany's Hitler. They would instigate furious public riots in the early 1930’s more intense than those of Russia’s, Bolshevik Revolution. Their goal was the eventual Nazi party and Germany controlling the world. With Germany’s failure, they next focused on enforcing zero population principles in China. China was scheduled as next in line. But recent U.S. political successes put the USA ahead of China on their timetable.
“I know we’re still a ways from pulling the rug on the U.S. economy like we did in Russia,” Mr. North commented. “China’s politicians need to loosen control of their people before their communist-socialism system will crumble leaving black market chaos like that in Russia.”
A decade earlier their U.S. scheme inadvertently elected their groomed ‘puppet’ president. They enjoyed democracy’s power for eight years. The next election seemed assured with them ready to grow their power base with the first U.S. woman president. The election results surprised even these powerhouse individuals. More determined now, they set out to fix the coming elections.
Mr. West, in charge of Western hemisphere politics, watched his current assignment dance along without a hitch. The kidnapping of the daughter of an American mafia crime boss had started. He did caution the group that Mr. East’s responsibilities in China and Mr. South’s Silicon Valley diversion needed to do well for them to affect the coming presidential election.
Mr. West reminded everyone that they had successfully doomed U.S. healthcare and economy into a socialistic tailspin during the last decade with the Great Recession of 2007-09. He proudly explained that most progressive American politicians were under their bribed control. But that last election produced an independent businessman as president and many idealistic Representatives and Senators that couldn’t be bribed. The president, for example, earned billions before entering politics.
He continued with “On the bright side, we have three possible presidential candidates in the U.S. Congress now. With our financial assistance, they were organizing presidential exploratory committees. One female representative in the northeast is attracting much attention. So much that we have prematurely floated part of our end game through her outspoken verbiage. In the U.S. we’re calling it the ‘Green New Planet’. This woman is as eloquently gullible as our last ethic puppet president.”
Mr. East, the Club’s science and technology guru, smiled. “Our last presidential puppet was elected before we could educate him. He needed a teleprompter to make him sound intelligent. Otherwise, he sounded like someone from a ghetto trying to talk his way out of paying a gambling debt.”
He was about to elaborate on his Silicon Valley diversion when Miss Ball gently knocked on the door frame. With four sets of eyes appreciating her anatomically fit body, she announced, “Silicon Valley is under attack.” She swayed to the large screen television at the far end of the room. She picked up the remote and tuned to Fox News. The words ‘Breaking News’ superimposed over a helicopter view of San Jose, California.
The TV screen showed people running in all directions. Nothing mechanical moved: neither cars, buses, trucks or motorcycles. The caption at the bottom of the screen noted that the helicopter was on loan from a sister Fox station in San Francisco.
They finished their bridge game with light banter about the San Jose possibilities and the upcoming Bilderberg meeting. Mr. East will host the next Club meeting. The China component in their election hacking scheme topped next meeting’s agenda.
Chapter 7
In Tampa, Juan sat at his desk, his mind feeling like a tossed salad. The Silicon Valley attack contributed to this morning’s wild escapade. His mind warmed into mental gymnastics but couldn’t compete with thoughts of Dominica. He tried calling her cell phone directly. The call went immediately to voicemail. He started texting a message when the office’s landline phone rang. He abruptly sent Dom one more message and answered the landline.
“Hi Juan, it's Annie,” the voice perked. “How are you doing?” Anne Giovanni was Dominica’s cousin from the neighborhood. She attended Providence College with Dom and earned a marketing degree. Together they moved to Florida to get out of their father’s sphere of influence. She and Dom were best of friends. They would drive back to Providence, Rhode Island or Boston together for the holidays to visit family.
Juan dithered still thinking of Dom. “Hello is this Juan? Are you ok?”
If she only knew, he thought looking at the gun still on top of his desk. He finally acknowledged her, “Hi Annie, what’s up?”
“Dom and I had a brunch date today and she’s a no-show. Any idea where she is? She’s not answering her phone either.”
“I’m having a problem reaching her, too.” Juan’s alert state moved from DefCon 3 to DefCon 4. “Do you have any idea where she might have wondered off to? I know she took her ‘vortex’ walk this morning. She usually calls when she leaves the beach.”
Annie recalled Dom’s comments upon her and Juan returning from their Sedona, Arizona holiday. Sedona, famous for ‘spiritual’ vortex areas, had impressed both Juan and Dom. They felt a relaxing sensation when resting on several of the areas noted vortexes. Since then, Dom renamed her beach walks as vortex walks because they were relaxing and at times, mentally refreshing.
“I’m going to her vortex beach. Maybe she is still there vortexing further down the beach!” Annie chuckled.
“Call me if you find out anything,” Juan said, with forced warmness. He pushed end and smiled to himself. It would be just like Dom to take a swim to the buoys and space out the time.
Juan wanted to share his thoughts. Their new client, the Fair and Free Foundation, needed serious attention. Juan didn’t feel up to handling the problems they were bringing to the table by himself. Shootouts aside, voter fraud is a ‘can of worms’. Everyone is against it but no one will step up and do anything about it. He thought that F&F may be able to fire a warning shot at the politicians and their fraudulent voters.
He opened his mmN app to the ‘serious’ icon. He addressed it to the foundation members saying ‘must conference tonight, 6pm east coast time. Watch your backs.’ He pressed send and sat back in his chair speed-dialing Dom’s phone again.
