The Second American Revolution - The Building of an Empire

The Second American Revolution – The Building of an Empire

  Kenneth R. Szulczyk

  All characters, places, and situations that appear in this work are purely fictitious, created in the writer’s mind. Although the places in the novel do exist, any resemblance to real people – living or dead – are entirely coincidental.

  I apologize to my readers for the multiple versions of this novel. I wrote this novel during my spare time and didn’t know what I was doing. Feeling obligated to my readers, I studied techniques to improve my writing. Although, I still need improvement, the 8th Edition is the best.

  The Second American Revolution – Building of an Empire

  Copyright © 2009 by Kenneth R. Szulczyk

  All rights reserved

  Cover design by Kenneth R. Szulczyk

  Edition 8.0, August 2013

  Forward

  This book contains shocking and extreme material. Why did I write such a book? The mess we call a legal system has reached a point of critical mass. The U.S. economy teeters on the edge of a collapse. The 2008 Financial Crisis served as a warning sign to our leaders and government officials. Roll back the legal system, making it pro-business again. Our leaders need to simplify and reduce our tax systems and regulations for all levels of government.

  If the politicians and elected officials do nothing to stop the government’s growth, then someone like Jerrick Ray Davis will stand up and take over. Then this dictator either cleans up the legal system or creates a much bigger mess, involving gas chambers and concentration camps.

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  Dictator in this book emulates Augustus I, the first Emperor of Rome. The Roman Republic destroyed itself with taxes, laws, and wars. History does repeat itself, doesn’t it? Augustus grew tired of the chaos and stood up for what he believed. He inherited ¾ of his adopted uncle’s wealth, Julius Caesar, and funded an army to take over Rome. His reforms allowed the Roman Empire to last for 500 years, despite being plagued by a string of bad emperors for several centuries.

  Introduction

  How did the greatest democracy on the earth collapse? Why did people lose faith in their democracy, their political leaders, and allowed one man to seize all the power?

  It began during the final days of the democracy after the 2008 Financial Crisis had struck a deathblow to the U.S. economy. Government at levels in the United States created a massive, complicated legal system. Entire U.S. government had transformed into a giant lawnmower, mowing down every grass blade that grew too high. After a person had appeared on the government’s radar, the government sent its storm troopers, tax agents, regulators, inspectors, and attorneys. Government arrested many people for petty infractions of the law and seized their property.

  Businesses did not survive under such a punitive legal system, and they fled to other countries, taking the jobs and wealth with them. Across this great land, factory buildings shut down, becoming dormant, gradually rusting away from exposure to the elements. Unemployed can’t find jobs, and mobs formed as people rioted for food and basic supplies.

  In the Republic’s final days, some powerful members of government plotted to overthrow the U.S. federal government, such as Richard Woodland.

  Richard was a tall, muscular man, built like a marine. He had blonde hair and the coldest, bluish eyes. He sat on a chilly green bench, overlooking the pond with a great view of Jefferson’s Memorial, within two blocks of the Whitehouse in Washington, D.C.

  Winter was brutally cold in 2016. Richard placed his gloved hands over his bright rosy cheeks, keeping warm while he exhaled icy mists.

  Richard was a government agent, well not an agent but a person who fixed problems for the U.S. President, Charles Gibson. Richard was an expert at hiding bodies permanently, ensuring the skeletons stayed buried inside the closet.

  Richard watched a family of geese swim across the pond, scampering for food. Mother goose swam in the front with the young ones following in tow. He wanted to pull his nine-millimeter out and have a little target practice. However, he kept his gun in his shoulder holster underneath his jacket because gunshots in this neighborhood would attract attention.

  Richard pulled out his touch screen cell phone, scanning for any messages. Then he played a video clip of Jerrick Ray Davis.

  Jerrick Ray Davis was a revolutionary, who turned into a big pain in the ass. He formed a new political party, the National Workers’ Party and spoke about creating the American Empire. He claimed an empire would save the United States, and he attracted a large following as his speeches hypnotized half the nation.

  Richard stretched his legs out, preventing them from going to sleep. As he stretched his legs, the tensed muscles popped several joints in his legs. Then he relaxed and listened to Jerrick’s speech.

  Jerrick’s voice rang out from his cell phone.

  Enough is enough.

  Our government is ruining our economy.

  Our founding fathers had given us one of the greatest gifts one can bestow upon their children.

  They gave us a system with great laws with a great government.

  Now look at the people in government today.

  They are pigs!

  They fatten themselves at the public trough.

  What have they accomplished?

  They keep increasing taxes, regulations, and laws.

  They fatten themselves with high salaries and benefits as they feed off the hardworking and industrious.

  Those fat pigs in government took over the economy, and nothing makes sense anymore, except the pigs are becoming fatter, literally while the hardworking have sick and are dying off like an extinct species.

  Unfortunately, our government is broken, and Congress and the bureaucrats have become the people’s enemy.

  We must purge ourselves of these charlatans, thieves, and misfits to fix our economy.

  We must unite and fight this common enemy.

  We must rid ourselves of these people and create a new government!

  A stronger government!

  A more intelligent government!”

  Then the audience chanted his name in unison, Jerrick! Jerrick! Jerrick! Jerrick!

  Richard abruptly switched the video off and returned the phone to his inside coat pocket. He rubbed his hands together, gently exhaling through them, keeping his hands warm.

  Richard agreed that Jerrick Davis was right. The United States suffered from the Second Great Depression, and our leaders were not fixing it. Politicians denied the collapsing, financial health of this great nation. All Americans were passengers on the Titanic and the mountainous iceberg, the sledgehammer of death, floated just over the horizon. Someone must do something, or the United States would sink to the depths of a third-world country.

  General Ninian Edwards appeared from nowhere and sat next to Richard. General Edwards towered at six feet one and packed 200 pounds of lean muscle onto his large frame. His hair was still light brown for his age, and his barber always cut his hair short. General scratched at the ragged scar on his left cheek, a souvenir from the 1990 Gulf War, when shrapnel from a grenade injured him on the battlefront. At that time, he was a captain.

  General quickly down on the bench before Richard knew it.

  However, Richard didn’t flinch in surprise. He possessed nerves of steel.

  The general broke the cold silence, “I’m glad you made it to our meeting, Richard.”

  Richard studied those geese with bad intent. World would not miss them while his finger twitched for several shots. Then he turned to face the general and replied emotionlessly, “General; I would
n’t miss this for the world. Besides, time is our enemy. Any delays and our plans are finished.”

  The General asked ambivalently, “Do you really think Jerrick Davis can pull this off?"

  “I’m not sure, but what are our options? Can you lead this great country after a coup d'état and prevent a civil war from breaking out? Can you hold this nation together as we transform our government?”

  The General reflected for several seconds in deep thought and then uttered, “No, my job is to win battles. I don’t think I could lead this great country, especially since I swore an oath to protect it.”

  “That’s precisely my point! Unfortunately, we have no choice. I’m not a leader. I’m more the silent, deadly type if you know what I mean. Only other person who can lead is the leader of the Communist Party, Frank Gitlow…”

  “Like hell, I would shoot the bastard myself if he became President. I spent half my life fighting the Communists. Do you think I would hand power over to a Communist?”

  “You see; we have no one else. Jerrick is critical to our plans. He must be the new President, whether we want him or not. Jerrick is a natural leader and has a grand vision. People trust him and believe in him. Jerrick is the only one who can pull it off,” Richard added decisively.

  “But in some ways, Jerrick scares me. Jerrick’s vision is about building an empire. An empire conquers other countries.”

  “Well General, I thought you said your job was winning battles. It sounds like Jerrick will create job security for you. Besides, if Jerrick is half as smart as we think he is, he could pull it off. We’ll be at his side. We’ll help guide him and keep him in line.”

  General snickered at the prospect of job security because it had died in the last century. In the new economy, workers suffered at the whim of their employers. An employee could be a superstar today, but the next day, the boss fires the employee, and large, overbearing guards escort the employee off the employer’s property.

  General replied, “Well; what kind of job will you do for the Empire?”

  “Like I said, I will do what I do best. I’m good at tracking down troublemakers and help them disappear, so Jerrick needs a strong leader for the Department of Homeland Security, which is perfectly suited for me. You know me. I like to stay in the shadows and do my bidding.”

  “You know this is a dangerous course. What happens if we fail? What happens if the coup falls apart? We’ll all be traitors. We’ll face a firing squad.”

  “General, does it really matter? Look around you. We’re doomed. If we sit back and wait, nothing will happen. Do you think those damn politicians in Congress will fix anything? Do you see anyone else, who can fix the United States?”

  General let out a long sigh and then replied, “Damn; you’re right. It’s just that I dedicated my life to this country. No one has ever done this before in our history.”

  “I know, general. I have faith. It can work. Besides, we have no choice. We must move quickly.”

  “Why? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

  “Jerrick is pissing off everyone in government. President Gibson is losing sleep over Jerrick. I think the time is nearing, when the President will demand a hit on Jerrick. As you can see, we have little time.”

  “Do you think you’ll be that hit man?”

  “I’m the specialist, and I’m sure I’m at the top of the list.”

  “So, you could prevent Jerrick’s assassination?”

  “Ideally, but it’s hard to say. After the president issues the orders, I should have enough time to warn Jerrick.”

  “Good, we don’t want anything to happen to our golden boy.”

  “So general, how’s the state of your troops? Will they follow orders?”

  “To be honest, our troops’ state is abysmal. We’re still fighting the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Then Congress cut their paychecks, so I know I can rattle our troops to attack Congress, but like I said, time is the essence. Troops’ morale is falling faster than a missile falling from the sky. If I’m lucky, I have a year or two left until the troops stop following my orders.”

  “Then general, we must plan quickly. I’ll set up a meeting with you and Jerrick. Without those troops, our coup will not succeed.”

  “Okay; set up the meeting.”

  Before Richard knew it, the general hopped off the bench and disappeared, leaving Richard alone with the geese. His plan was coming to fruition, and a revolution was imminent. Our democracy’s life was ending, and the greatest empire was ready to be born.

  American Empire will dominate the world for centuries.

  Part 1 – The Final Days of the Democracy

  In the Beginning

  Powerful leader was born on January 7, 1979 in a tiny coastal town, Holland, Michigan.

  Holland, a small typical town where nothing special happens, is located in western Michigan next to the shores of Lake Michigan. Although Lake Michigan is tainted with toxic chemicals, the lake waters emanate a pristine blue. Its waves crash softly on the light brown sandy shores. During the summer, warm waters attract the people. Occasionally, a drunkard drunk too much, falls off the long pier and drowns.

  Why was Jerrick born in this small town? Great leaders are born somewhere. Remember, it’s not where you start in life, but where you finish. Jerrick Ray Davis started from the modest environment and grew into a powerful leader. All great leaders are born somewhere.

  His mother, Dorothy Davis, chose the name Jerrick, despite protests from his father. Jerrick’s mother didn’t know the original or meaning of his name. Somewhere she heard the name, and the name stuck. Jerrick is American origin and means “gifted ruler” or the “people’s ruler.”

  Jerrick came from modest stock. His mother worked as a waitress. Dorothy Davis was a slim, petite woman with long curly brunette hair. Although still attractive, the exhaustive hours as a waitress took its toll on her. Spider-like varicose veins crept up her legs, and the constant exposure to cigarette smoke in the restaurant aged her skin with fine cracks and crevices around the eyes and mouth. Of course, a thin coating of makeup would hide the lines and cracks for another five years.

  Derrick’s father, John Davis, worked as a truck driver, who was always on the road, earning a living for his family. He was the typical absentee father and was never around. Jerrick’s father had three passions: drinking beer, watching football, and meting out punishment to his son. If he thought for his son, Jerrick, had misbehaved, he slipped his belt off in seconds, lashing out like a lunatic. Other than that, John didn’t bother with the role of fatherhood. Luckily, for Jerrick, he rarely saw the ferocious licking of his father’s belt.

  Jerrick Ray Davis was an unusual child. Although Jerrick was a healthy baby who rarely cried, he laid quietly in his crib, observing the world around him. He watched and observed everything with these strange hypnotic, hazel eyes. His blonde hair would darken to a light chestnut brown when he reached puberty.

  Everybody in the family loved Jerrick, being a cute and a well-behaved baby. He only cried if he had a problem, but his family knew something was strange about this boy. He always played alone and showed no interest in the other kids. He also took things apart to study them or build things. However, he had trouble speaking and pronouncing words, and continuously babbled syllables that made no sense as if he spoke a foreign language that only he knew.

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  Jerrick started kindergarten at five years old at Old Bell Elementary School. School’s halls and classrooms saw thousands of screaming kids pass through since the 1940s. Furthermore, this school saw several generations of tired, overworked teachers.

  After four weeks of school, Jerrick's mom stood washing the dishes at the kitchen sink, and occasionally glanced at a small TV set sitting on the counter, blaring a never-ending soap opera.

  Telephone began ringing.

  Tossing the dish into the sink, she grabbed the telephone receiver. Then she frowned, when the caller identified himself as th
e principal.

  Principal wanted to speak with Dorothy and John as soon as possible.

  After she had dropped the phone receiver onto its cradle, her elbow knocked a coffee cup to the floor, exploding into large shards.

  Next day, Dorothy arrived at school while her husband drove a long haul to Nevada.

  Jerrick’s mother meandered to the reception’s desk and politely announced, “I’m here to speak with the principal.”

  Receptionist had a perpetual frown carved on her face as joy and life left her generations ago. Receptionist knew it was never good for parents to meet the principal, especially within the first month of school.

  Receptionist replied formally and emotionlessly, “Yes; we were expecting you. Please have a seat Ms. Davis.”

  Then she pressed a button on the phone system and let the principal know Jerrick’s parent had arrived. Next, she called Jerrick’s teacher on the school’s intercom to request her presence in the principal’s office.

  After ten minutes, the principal poked his head out the door.

  Principal neared sixty years old, and he was losing the battle with his hair as his hairline rapidly receded. He wore glasses with a thin silver frame. He impressed people that he was very smart and knew what he was doing.

  Principal said politely, “Oh, Mrs. Davis, please come in.”

  Principal opened his door all the way and used his left hand to gesture for Jerrick’s mother to sit in a chair by his desk.

  After a few seconds, Jerrick’s teacher opened the door and sat in the seat next to Mrs. Davis. She panted from the jog between her classroom and the principal’s office.

  Teacher was Ms. Bauer, a young, attractive woman, recently graduated from college. Filled with youth and vitality, she eagerly taught her children.

  Principal closed the door and sat behind his desk. He leaned forward and placed both hands on his desk.

  Principal started in a kind, serious tone, “Ms. Bauer, Jerrick’s teacher, has noticed some strange behavior from Jerrick. He never plays with the other children and has trouble talking. Further, he always daydreams when Ms. Bauer is teaching the kids.”