activated, then I think I’ll report in, listen to the briefing, gather some intel, and base my next move off of that. I’m just not going AWOL.”
AWOL was military jargon for “absent without leave.” It usually entailed a maximum punishment of imprisonment if found guilty.
“Where do you think they’ll send you?”
“I don’t know. Hopefully I’ll stay local, but the way things are looking, I may end up going there.”
Stephen pointed to the television, where the media had coverage in the thick of a city-wide riot. Molotov cocktails were flying at police cruisers, and old storefronts were ablaze. Widespread violence and looting were being covered by the news station, with the heading WHEN WILL PRESIDENT BAKER SECURE OUR STREETS?
The District
Saturday, July 12, 2031
6:32 p.m.
President Adalyn Baker was sitting with her family in one of the many Whitehouse dining rooms. Her husband, Ron, was not as liberally minded as she was. He was more of a moderate that had very few absolutes in his view of life. To him, everything was relative. That gave him a few conservative views; however, he always had a tendency to get hung up on national security issues when he spoke with his wife. She was concrete and resolute when it came to security. She had a view that America could be protected by government expanse. She failed to see the historical lessons in the world’s history. How that expanding government always led to a hostile takeover and control of individual liberty, essentially rendering it a privilege, rather than individual liberty.
“Don’t you think you’re overlooking the significance of what our Founding Fathers did when they wrote out the Declaration of Independence?” he asked, challenging her to consider the ramifications of the previous day’s state of the union address.
“Our Founding Fathers believed in social welfare. That can only be achieved through federal aid. The population is struggling as it is. If we continue to let these hooligan patriots run amuck with their guns, stirring up strife wherever they go, then we will never attain social welfare. We have to be strong, Ron.”
Ron watched Adalyn as she stood up from the table and walked over to the window, her hands clasped in front of her. He admired her slim physique and brown hair. He pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth. Pushing himself away from the table, he walked up behind her, grabbing her hips in a passionate gesture.
“Look, Addy, I’m not trying to frustrate you. I just want to make sure you make the right decisions here. The future of our children depend on it. This will be their America. How do you want their world to be?”
Adalyn turned around and grabbed his hands.
“I want them to grow up unafraid of gun violence. The streets are not safe anymore. The patriots are always running off on their renegade witch hunts, always in search of the so-called ‘jihadists.’ We have to make sure the Muslims are not being offended by them.”
“How is that the government’s responsibility? It’s not your job to protect others from being offended.”
“Maybe not, but it’s that offense that has been drumming up more attacks. I don’t see them the way you do, Ron. I see instigators.”
“Addy, they’ve been blowing up innocent people for years. They’ve been cutting the heads off of people for not believing the way they do. This was a matter of fact long before militia groups started taking matters into their own hands. It was the government’s inaction that led these groups into action.”
“Well, Ron, I intend to see it through that all terrorist activity comes to an end. Only through international support can we find an answer. I’ll deal with the domestic terrorists and the foreign terrorists in one fell swoop. This RFID program will allow us to monitor everyone’s coming and going.”
“Would you please stop calling them
domestic terrorists
? And do you really think everyone will get this