Fear
is the Key
By
Raman Jalota
This
is a fictionalized story of George Bush meeting Hitler and regaining
his inspiration. Do not read this if you are a republian or
support Bush or both.
Geush was awestruck. This can't be. I
was hoping to catch a glimpse of him some how and there he is.
Live and in person ... my hero …my idol … my God.
Adler felt eyes on his back and made a sharp,
military about-face to see who it was. An average looking
American stood trembling a few feet away from him. "Who are you?"
"I … I am Geush … you are … Sir I am ..um … honored
to m .. mm .. meet you."
He raised his hand in a mock salute and stepped
forward to shake his idol's hand. His natural clumsiness
manifested itself as he stumbled over his own feet and fell flat on his
face at the feet of Adler.
The short, stocky man with a small brush mustache
stepped aside to let him fall. He looked with disgust at the man
and with anger at the dust Geush had pushed on his shiny black shoes.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? You
have no business here? Get out of here, now."
Geush stood up awkwardly, smiling and brushing the
dust off his clothes. "Sir, I have come from far away to see you
… can I .. can you …. Will you talk to me … er … may I talk to you for
a few minutes ... p … please?"
"Get away from here. You are in an
unauthorized area. You could lose your life."
"Sir … I ... I ... I am the president of the United
States … you must let me talk to you."
"Ah. I thought you looked vaguely familiar.
You are that new guy. Yes?"
"Oh thank you, Sir. I need your guidance."
Adler led him inside the bunker. It was dark
but soon their eyes got accustomed to the dim light in a corner of the
room. The bunker looked very tiny to Geush.
"This is very bad, Sir. You are in a very
cramped space."
"Ha, Ha. I have a kitchen, a bathroom, a bed
and a sitting area. This is very spacious. Of course, how
would you know the difference?"
Adler moved some books off of a chair and gestured
for Geush to sit down.
"Would you like something to drink? I have
some whiskey and some water … maybe you like some wine?"
"Wh … whiskey would be good. I don't hardly
remember how I even got here .. kinda in a fog, you know. It's
hard."
Sipping his second whiskey, he mumbled, "Fear … Fear
nothing but Fear."
"Yes son, that's the key. If you can start the
tiniest seed of fear in their minds, they will capitulate completely."
"But I am talking about the American public, not
some third word underdeveloped, controlled by religious fanatics.
You think they will give up their freedoms?"
Adler slapped his thigh, laughing loudly,
"You idiot. Where do you think I did it? A third wolrd,
living in the mud and worshiping sandals country?"
"Ahh… You are right. Fear is the key."
He felt the ground shaking under him and
screamed. Laush was standing next to his bed. "Come on
Baby. Wake up. Are you having a nightmare again?"
"No ... not nightmare ... Fear. Fear is the
key."
"Whatever you say Dear. Get ready, your mom
and dad are coming over today. Remember?"
…..
"But Dad, you can't control the American people, the
American media and the American government ... you can't create a
dictatorship here."
"Yes you can ... you idiot. The American
people are at heart dumb fools and are easily manipulated.
The American media ... oh how wrong I was ... the American media is a
whore ... remember that. And you control the government if and
when you become president ... they all want to please you and if you
tell them what you want from them ... you will get it. They are
dogs that won't bite the hand that feeds them."
His mother touched his father's cheek and said, "Oh
listen to him. He knows it all ... just couldn't do it himself.
Ha ha."
Geush the senior glared at his wife," Damn
you. You are right. I didn't see it then and was
manipulated into thinking the wrong thing ... I could have been the
Emperor."
"The Emperor? Dad, what do you mean?"
"Yes, if you play it right, you can rule this
country and the world. Not for four years, not for eight years,
but forever my son."
"B... but there are laws and lll .. ll ..
legislation and stuff that won't let it happen."
"Laws are not for those who want to rule ... they
are for those who want to be ruled. Just make them think that
what you want is what they want ... and ... "
Laush chimed it, "Yeah, just like you used to do
with the girls ... make them think they want it and you get it.
See even I fell for it."
"Very funny ... thank God there are no children
around."
"They all know what you did Geush my dear.
They are grown up now and probably doing it to their boyfriends
themselves."
Geush and his dad settled on the sofa with a brandy
in their hands. "Ok dad. Let me know ... tell me how one
goes around controlling the people?"
"Fear."
"Fear?"
"Yes fear. Don't you remember telling me about
your dream?"
"Yes Adler. That's what he said. But he
was so far ahead of us .. and I don't quite understand how you do it."
"Remember the basics and follow them to their
logical conclusion."
"Huh?"
"Do you remember the Cutty Sark experiment?"
"The scotch?"
"Yes."
"W ... what experience ... er experiment."
“You drank enough of it. You for one should have
known about it.”
“I mostly did Jack Daniels ... no scotch.”
“Oh well. The Cutty Sark scotch comes in a bottle
with a yellow label that has a ship and the name of the scotch. The
decided to do an experiment - They used to print full-page ads in
magazines with the picture of a bottle of the scotch and all kind of
printed material. They changed the ad to just the bottle of scotch and
nothing more - the brand name and the label were clearly readable. The
next month, they only showed the yellow label with the ship and the
name. The next month after that, they only showed a portion of the
label - a part of the ship and a part of the name was readable. Mind
you these were all full page ads. The last month they only had two
pages; the first page was nothing but yellow and the second page had a
small message thanking people for taking part in their promotion.”
“I am not sure, I understand.”
“Oh damn! You have to be smart enough to understand
it. They managed to associate the color yellow with their scotch. It
was a neat little trick. Taken to its extreme - every time one would
see yellow - he she would associate Cutty Sark scotch with the color.
Therefore just the yellow color anywhere would reinforce their ad in
the consumer’s mind.”
“Wow, that’s heavy. But how do I apply it to my
plan?”
“First you have to create fear, and then create an
agency to spread fear and the best way to do it is by using colors.
Like green for safe, yellow for alert and red for imminent danger.”
“Hmmm ... I must remember this and use it when ...
when I am elected.”
.....
Adler’s hand was on his forehead as he awoke
drenched in sweat.
“You have a fever Geush. What’s bothering you?”
“I don’t know what to do? We have reliable
information from my CIA guys that there are people trying to fly planes
into buildings. There’s several of them and we can most probably catch
them all. It’s just that I am not sure if that’s what we should do or
something else.”
“What would you do after you catch them? Put them on
trial? Who gives a damn? That’s not what you must do. Remember the key.”
“Yes .. the key ... fear ... but wouldn’t it create
fear when the public finds the plans these people have?”
“You idiot! Who cares about the stupid ifs and buts?
You have to show them the real stuff. This is not a movie with special
effects ... you need real catastrophe, hundreds of people dying ...
live on television for everyone to see and remember. Over and over
again.”
“What would you have me do? Let them go ahead with
it?”
“Of course. But you must plan it out for them and
help them create the visual that will serve you from day one forever.”
“But if I ... we ... er ... help manufacture it,
then isn’t it all lies?”
“So! Who cares? Don’t you remember how I manipulated
my country ... lies, lies and more lies. We almost annihilated the
Jewish race. We were so close! Damn.”
.....
Dinet looked devilish as he smiled his crooked
smile. “Yes, yes. We can do it. I know exactly what we must do. Get
Akhtar here.”
He frowned then talked into the phone again, “Damn.
No. Not to the White House. We will meet him at a hotel.”
He walked into the Oval Office and patted a half
asleep Geush on his arm to ge this attention.
“Hey Bud, what’s up?”
“We are going to talk to this Arab guy, Akhtar. He
is in charge of the overall operation that they have been working on.
You won’t believe how stupid these people really are. They do need our
help.”
“What do we know so far?”
“Ha ha ... these idiots, they were going to hijack
several planes ... ha ha ... they intended to do it without guns ...
can you believe it? Who will let them take control of the planes
without guns?”
“Isn’t it possible?”
“I guess it’s possible but not probable. I think
these guys know that guns will be detected before they can get in the
plane, so decided not to use them. They will need our help to make sure
they can take control of the planes and then ram them against the
targets.”
“What targets they were going to use?”
“They are such idiots, they were going for the
Statue of Liberty, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Space Needle and Mount
Rushmore.”
“I got to admit Diney, that would have been shocking
if they destroyed them all. Don’t you agree?”
“Hell no! It will not serve any purpose at all.
These do not do much in terms of creating fear. We have to make sure
real people die and real damage is caused. Geush, we must select the
targets for them. And we must tell them how to stage the demolitions.”
Wow, you have the same look in your eyes as I saw in
Adler’s eyes when he talked about killing people and ruling the world.”
“Adler?”
“Never mind, What is your ... er ... our plan?”
.....
Diney and the other four agents sat across from
Akhtar and two others. Akhtar raised his hand, “But we don’t care about
the World trade Center for our plan. We tried earlier and couldn’t
bring it down. We don’t want to waste our mujahdeens for nothing.”
One of the agents sitting next to Diney spoke, “They
tried a truck bomb but only minor damage was done. He is right. It may
not be possible to bring down the two towers. Some of my colleagues
believe we can pack explosives in one of the towers and have that one
brought down. Much easier to do than having both of them come down.”
Akhtar took a sip of coffee and murmured in Arabic.
He then turned towards the agent, “We like that idea. If you can pack
it up and help it explode after the plane hits, then it would be
worthwhile. Can we have the news cameras there to film it ... you know,
on live television?”
Diney cleared hid throat, “It has to be both the
towers. We can’t have live coverage for the first. But with a proper
delay between the two, say twenty or thirty minutes, we can assure the
presence of all national broadcasters at the site, telecasting live
what happens to the second tower.”
He nodded to one of the agents, “Have someone figure
out the explosives needed for the demolition of both the towers and how
to proceed in getting it all done in time for Tuesday. Tuesday the
eleventh of September - it has a nice ring of danger. Who you gonna
call? Nine, one, one!”
He laughed at his own joke. Akhtar smiled, “I think
we can do it with your help. But our fee of fifteen million dollars is
not negotiable.”
Diney smiled as he shook Akhtar’s hand, “Yes of
course. I will make sure you get what’s so richly deserved. And thank
you.”.....
Geush paced back and forth in the Oval office. Diney
put his arm on his shoulder and said, “It’s all set up. You wouill go
to a school and be talking to little kids and will receive the phone
call. You will then take off for several hours doing nothing, while we
take care of everything.”
“Everything?”
“Yes everything. You can then follow up with your
speech and then in a few days your color scheme and the rest.”
“OK. OK. I got all that. Why am I still not
convinced one hundred percent that our plan will work? That American
people will buy into lies and deception even if coming from the
president.”
“Here, take a look at this.” Diney popped a tape
into the VCR and turned the monitor on. Herman Goering stood in the
witness stand and spoke in German, a translator’s voice boomed over the
speakers.
“Who the heck is that? That’s not Adler. This guy is
much too tall, is good looking and has no mustache ...”
“It’s Herman Goering, second-in-command of Germany
at the Nuremburg Trials. Hush, and listen.”
“Of course the people don't want war. But after all,
it's the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it's
always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it's a
democracy, a fascist dictatorship, a parliament, or a communist
dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to
the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell
them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of
patriotism and exposing the country to greater danger. It works the
same way in any country."
“That’s very good. Can you play that over again?”
Geush and Diney watched the tape over and over again.
“Man, I am impressed. That guy has balls.”
“And you little Guesh must show your balls now. Time
is coming to do it all. Your dad wasn’t able to do it, but you have it
all. We have it all lined up for you. You are going to make our dreams
come true. Maximum power forever! Maximum power ... world power ...
perpetual power in our hands. We can do it. We are about to do it. We
are going to do it. We will do it. The whole God damned world is ours.”
.....
Diney laughed out loud clapping his hands, “Wow look
at that, that’s a perfect hit.”
The first World Trade Center Twin Tower had been hit
squarely on target. Full frontal impact and a ball of fire went up. One
of the assistants tuned in the local ABC affiliate and turned the
volume up.
“Good, we don’t need to use these pictures from this
shaky, small camera anymore. Now we will watch it on the big screen.”
Twenty minutes later the second tower was hit.
“Damn, that one almost missed the tower. Barely
clipped it. Will the staging still be believable?”
The ball of fire on the second tower was mostly at
the edge. Both towers kept smoking for a long time. Many people felt
that everything was okay. Even the all-clear was sounded I the tpwers.
Almost an hour after the second impact the explosives went off and the
second tower came tumbling down in almost a perfect implosion. It took
amost two hours before the first tower imploded. All in full view of
cameras rolling.
The ABC reporter kept repeating,” Where’s the
president? What is he going to do?”
The president left the children’s school and flew to
his pre-selected location in Kansas. Eight hours later, his heart
pounding, he approached the cameras.
Remember one
thing. Fer ..fear ...fear ...fear.
Instill the one factor to make the dream come alive ...fear.
“Good evening. Today, our fellow citizens, our way
of life, our very freedom came under attack in a series of deliberate
and deadly terrorist acts ... ...”
The seed had been planted, the nurturing began.
The
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