The state of TIAH
November 19th, 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, Azâzêl continues to awaken inside barrel #1701. In his agitation of the recent Civil War, his cunning had undone him and he had inadvertently revealed himself to his human adversaries. His captors had suspended him in raw alcohol for shipment to Italy where he would be imprisoned in the safety of the Vatican. However papal officers had lost their nerve and in a change of plan they decided to blow up the ship in deep waters instead. Azâzêl had never bought into that plan. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-
in 1990, news leaks to the western press of the American "green light" for the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait. Ambassador April Glaspie was quoted as telling senior Iraq officials back in July that "We have no opinion on the Arab-Arab conflicts, like your border disagreement with Kuwait. .. [US Secretary of State] James Baker has directed our official spokesmen to emphasize ..you can solve this problem using any suitable methods". This duplicitous statement is of course totally at odds with the aggressive noises now coming out of Downing Street and the White House. Few realise that Bush and Thatcher need the up and coming Gulf War to maintain their hold on power; the two are looking for a new Falklands Factor given their deep unpopularity so close to elections in their respective countries. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-
in 2054, the United Nations Commission for the Survival of Life on Earth (UNCSLE) confirms the extinction of fish species in the northern hemisphere. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-
Trucks lumbered down the dirt road outside of her house as Steph and her kids were pulling down the blankets that George had stapled in front of the windows. She half-expected one of them to pull into her driveway and drop off her ex-husband Jake, but they all continued on towards Austin. The kids were watching, too, and she was pretty sure they had the same hope.
Hope? No, that wasn't a hope, she told herself. She didn't want to see Jake, especially not in a crisis that would give him an excuse to pull his take-charge BS on her again. She could get through this fine without him.
Joan turned away from the window and turned on the DVD player. “Mom, I'm gonna watch a movie,” she said. “I'm tired of this emergency chick.”
“OK, honey. Just pick something that Georgie'll like, too.”
“Mom,” Joan whined.
“Oh, I wanna watch the witches one!”
“Fine,” Joan said, giving in. She found the DVD and slid it into the player, grabbed the remote control and plopped down on the couch in front of the TV. George joined her, and soon they were happily occupied.
Steph turned the radio in the kitchen on to low volume and brewed herself a small pot of tea. She looked over at the kids and felt sick. She just couldn't get Mrs. Johnson out of her mind. She had known the woman for years, and her husband, too; she couldn't believe they were gone now, and for what? Because they were scared of terrorists?
Steph was a little scared, but didn't think there was anything close enough to them to attack. Austin was far enough away that she felt pretty safe if another nuke went off. That's why I live in the country, she thought, answering her own question from this morning.
The tea looked strong enough, so she grabbed a tall cup and filled it with ice. She poured the hot tea over the ice, then dolloped in two heaping spoonfuls of sugar. She thought about it for a second, then added another spoonful. She absent-mindedly stirred while the “emergency chick”, as Joan had called her, continued to call for people to remain calm, to obey the National Guard, to not loot, and of course, to stay tuned.
The number of trucks had finally thinned out. She hadn't seen one in a while, when one pulled over to the Johnson's. She saw a small team of men spill out and run into the house, carrying large bags. Inside the truck, she could see several other bags, already filled. After several minutes, the team carried out two filled bags from the Johnson's place and flopped them on top of the other bags inside the truck.
Steph prayed to God that Jake wasn't having to do that job.
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