The state of TIAH
November 10th, 2006
Alternate Historian's Note: November is NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. In 2004, we produced our novel Warp, and last year we got a start on The Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion during this annual event. Both of these novels were based on timelines from TIAH – Warp was based on the Mlosh timeline, and Protocols on the Greater Zionist Resistance timeline. Although we posted numerous links to these novels on Lulu, TIAH didn't post any excerpts from them. We're going to do it a little differently this year. This year, the November posts on TIAH will be excerpts from the novel that is being written by us for NaNoWriMo. We will still have Guest Historian entries – Stephen Payne (who has compiled several and made them available on Lulu for free – just go through the Add to Cart system to get it) has some already written and waiting – so, if you want to make a Guest Post this month, go ahead and send it to us, and it will appear along with our novel post.
in 1872, on board the Mary Celeste Captain Benjamin Briggs plans a positive distraction for his frightened wife, Sarah Briggs, who is musical and has insisted on shipping her piano. The Captain instructs 2nd Mate Andrew Gilling to retrieve the instrument from storage and have it lashed fore and aft for his wife's indulgence. It's a bad mistake but the Captain does not know that yet. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-
in 2124, the Peace and Reconciliation Committee of the Reconstructed United Nations finds the arch-criminal James Cook, more commonly known to twentieth century European History as “Captain Cook”, guilty as charged. He was pre-selected for the trial due to the uproar created by the infamy of the 2121 movie “James Cook and the thousand thieves”. Cook is presented to the court as a murderer, pirate and brigand who brought to an end the 48,000 year old aboriginal civilization known as the Dreamtime. In so doing he had acted as the master thief in the criminal European possession of south-east Asia from 1779 to 2086. On this occasion, even Mullah Elijah Rafsanjani confesses that a post-historic revision is unnecessary. The former republic of Australia dissolved, Cook killed by indigenes and the Dreamtime re-established in the late twenty-first century – pre-jihad history had already taken care of this housekeeping action. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-
Marco was pretty good – he had Janice's car running again in twenty minutes. She handed him a fifty and said, “Thanks, Marco. You're a lifesaver.”
The mechanic was still a little dazed by the news that Janice had dropped on him, and was stumbling around the garage as if he were drunk. He took the bill she gave him and stuffed it into his pocket. “I'll go get you a receipt,” he mumbled, walking off to his truck.
Janice got into her car and fired it up. The nice roar of the engine made her feel better. She pulled out of the garage and hit the remote to close the garage door. She jumped a bit when Marco knocked on her window, then recovered herself and rolled it down.
He handed her a yellow slip and said, “What do I do, now?”
“You go help the next person, Marco,” she said. “That's what you do.”
He nodded and shuffled, zombie-like, back to his truck. She cut off the engine and went back into her house. She grabbed her laptop, a bag of energy bars and a gallon-jug of water, then locked up the place and returned to her car. She started the car up again and pulled her recorder out of the glove compartment. The tape was still about three quarters empty, so she hit the record button and said, “Personal journal, Janice Carbonari. It looks like the more pessimistic among us were right. Rather than allow a peaceful transition of power, the fascist military-industrialists have staged a coup. It is uncertain whether this is a civilian or military-led operation, at the moment, but a verification of the most obvious part of their cover story should be possible.” She clicked the recorder off. That was a good start. She didn't know whether she was going to make this a full video entry or just a podcast, but that'd be the kind of opening that would jump out and grab her audience.
She pulled out of her driveway and headed away from the jammed highway to the little country road that very few people knew of. Traffic was still pretty bad, but she was able to make some headway. She munched on an energy bar as she drove, and occasionally recorded more observations. “There's a preponderance of thought on the net that this is a propaganda job – that there was no bomb at Crawford. The lack of the usual suspects calling it an 'Islamofascist' attack makes me think there might be some reality behind this particular fantasy. While I have every reason to think that I will be stopped long before I get there, I intend to verify the existence – or lack thereof – of the president's ranch at Crawford, Texas.”
She turned her attention away from the recorder long enough to slip down the tiny dirt country road that led away from Pflugerville and towards the southeast. It was going to be a maze of back roads, but she had her route planned all the way to Crawford. She was going to test the defenses of The Man.
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