The state of TIAH
November 13th, 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 Sarah Briggs reads from Leviticus chapter 16 - "Aaron is to offer the bull for his own sin offering to make atonement for himself and his household.
7 Then he is to take the two goats and present them before the LORD at the entrance to the Tent of Meeting.
8 He is to cast lots for the two goats—one lot for the LORD and the other for the scapegoat. [the goat of removal; Hebrew Azâzêl]
9 Aaron shall bring the goat whose lot falls to the LORD and sacrifice it for a sin offering.
10 But the goat chosen by lot as the scapegoat shall be presented alive before the LORD to be used for making atonement by sending it into the desert as a scapegoat.” -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-
in 2003, the military objectives for Operation Red Dawn are achieved when imperial forces in the British Protectorate of Mesopotamia finally capture the “Shadow” outside Tikrit. Under the jingoist headline “We got him”, the Times of London newspaper reveals the secret identity as one Saddam Hussein Abd al-Majidida al-Tikriti, noting that the Arabic meaning of Saddam is 'one who confronts'. Also revealed in the same article is the Shadow's lead role in the assassination of Prince Charles of Great Britain during his victor's mission to Kuwait on June 26, 1993. By a twist of fate this tragic event led to the marriage of his widow to the Arab billionaire Dodi Al-Fayed. The Shadow's agents also pulled off a terrorist attack in St. Paul's Cathedral at the ceremony in 1997, slightly injuring the British entertainer Elton John. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-
After Steph calmed herself down, she went back across the street. She felt like a zombie, moving her feet on autopilot. She had already called 911 – now, there was no hurry to get to the Johnson's place. She was too numb to cry; she could barely believe what she had just seen.
Joan was waiting for her at the door, so scared that she couldn't hold still. “Mom, I heard the gun shot. Are you OK?”
Steph nodded and said, “Mrs. Johnson's with her husband, now.” Joan broke down in sobs and Steph gathered her into a hug. “Why did they do it? For God's sake, what is goin' on?”
“Mom, there's no hurricane,” Joan said. She pulled away from her mother and tried to still her weeping. “It's on the TV. There was a bomb at that ranch by Waco – they killed the president.”
“Oh my God,” Steph whispered. “Jake – has your father tried to call?”
“The phones are all busy,” Joan said. “We're only supposed to use them in an emergency.”
“What do they think this is?” Steph pulled daughter inside and the two supported each other as they walked into the kitchen. “Did your brother see? Does he know?”
“He's still stapling blankets to the windows,” Joan said.
They sat down at the kitchen table and Steph tried to collect herself. This morning had been so uncomplicated. There were still waffles left on the table from breakfast. She reached over and got one to munch on. Joan took one, too, and they in silence for a few moments of peace.
That ended when George came barreling into the room. “Mom, I got all the windows in the bedrooms done, but I ran outta blankets.”
“That's OK, Georgie,” Steph said, pulling out a chair and pointing him down to it. “Have a seat with us, baby.”
He looked at the two of them and his excitement vanished. “Mom, what's wrong?”
“Georgie,” Steph began, but she didn't know what else to follow it with. His big brown eyes, so much like his father's, looked into hers and she broke down into tears. Joan immediately rushed to her side to hold her and George took her hand, his own eyes welling up. She gripped the two of them to her tightly as her body shook with sobs. Joan's tears came fast and heavy, too, and George started crying, even though he didn't know what they were all crying about.
When Steph finally managed to regain control of herself, she pulled away from them and stood up. She got a couple of paper towels from the rack above the sink and wiped her own eyes, then offered towels to her children. “You know, I never liked the man,” she said to them, “but he was the president, and that means he was our leader.”
George was puzzled. “What?”
“Georgie, somebody blew up the president at his ranch in Crawford,” she told him. “That's why everything's all crazy.” She didn't tell him about the Johnsons. She'd give him one piece of bad news at a time. “Joanie, what are we supposed to do, now?”
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