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December 10th, 2006

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in 0, first hand experience of the Roman occupation of Palestine starts to soften the Mullah Elijah Rafsanjani's preposition towards Jesus, whom he now realizes was also directly affected by European imperialism. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 1941, the Royal Navy's capital ships HMS Prince of Wales and HMS Repulse are sunk by torpedo bombers in the South China Sea. Their loss to land-based bombers is one of the events that led to the end of the battleship being considered the predominant class in naval warfare. The engagement illustrated the effectiveness of aerial attacks against naval forces that were not protected by air cover and the resulting importance of including an aircraft carrier in any major fleet action. The Admiralty responded with a massive aircraft carrier rebuilding program that ensured victory against the Chinese and the continue dominance of the Royal Navy around the world. Historians now agree this was a brief blip in Britannia Ruling the Waves. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 1949, the Chinese Civil War reaches a decision as the People's Liberation Army begins its siege of Chengdu, the last Kuomintang-held city in mainland China. President of the Republic of China Chiang Kai-shek and his government subsequently retreat to Formosa where they join forces with fellow exiles Japanese Emperor Hirohito and Prince Asaka. The combined gold and foreign currency reserves of China and Japan lay the foundations for the dramatic economic development of the island of Taiwan in the 1950's. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

To Kevin, this was all taking on the aspects of a bad dream. He had won the lottery, but couldn't enjoy it, he was standing in a radioactive wasteland, but then it wasn't radioactive; and now, he was being lied to by people he had sworn to obey. He looked at Sergeant Morris standing next to the young woman and heard the curses that were flowing from his lips freely, and the world had stopped spinning beneath him.
“Bradley, take off your helmet and come here.”
Since the sergeant hadn't been wearing his helmet for several minutes, now, Kevin didn't think the radiation existed, but he was still a little nervous as he unzipped the helmet and felt the cold air slip inside. He flipped back the flexible top of the hazmat suit and walked over to where Morris held out the binoculars. “What did you see, Sergeant?”
“Just what she knew I'd see.” Morris looked at the young woman, who had a gleam of triumph in her eye. “Look over there and tell me what you see.” Morris pointed at the horizon in the general direction of Crawford.
Kevin put the binoculars up to his eyes and scanned the countryside. Sure enough, there was Crawford, and then he found the Keep Out signs for President Bush's ranch, and then...
He pulled the glasses away and blinked, then put them back to his eyes and found that ranch again. Yes, that was the president, himself, standing around talking to people that Kevin didn't recognize. Then, he saw the Secretary of State and the Vice-President walking over to the president to tell him something. They laughed about whatever it was. Kevin handed the binoculars quietly over to the young woman and sat down on the ground. She scanned the area he was looking at and let out a cry of victory.
“Now, what does it mean?” Morris was quite earnest about taking action, you could hear it in his voice. Kevin just wanted to take a few minutes to process all of this. His ability to reason had taken a brief vacation.
“Well, there are a few theories floating around among my crowd,” the young lady was saying. “Some of us are thinking it could be a coup, but it's also possible that this is a top-down attempt to establish a dictatorship, using the new martial law powers the president has.” She had clearly thought about this way too much. “I figure, if he is still in charge, he'll show up in a day or two, maybe with some makeup to simulate injuries, go on TV and tell everybody that he's sticking around till he has all the terrorists, or something like that. The sheeple'll eat it up.”
Kevin asked, “What if he's not still in charge?”
“He may not show up again, ever.” She shrugged. “The Bolsheviks kept the Czar and his family around for a while after the revolution. Didn't kill 'em till they were sure they could get away with it.”
Kevin felt sick. “I voted for him four times. I shook his hand when he came to his father's presidential library in College Station to campaign. He's a good man. He didn't order this.”
Morris rolled his eyes, and the young woman showed outright contempt. “Come on. You don't believe all that 'salt of the earth' crap the propaganda machine built up around him, do you? He's just like all the other elites in this country, couldn't tell the truth if you held a gun to his head.” She reached down deep for the ultimate insult. “He's not even from Texas – he's from Connecticut.”
“You take that back.”
“Sure, he spent his summers here, but during the school year it was back to daddy's ol' prep school back east, then daddy's college, then into daddy's business...”
Kevin stood up and advanced toward her, with an arm cocked back into a fist. “You take that back!” He didn't even know what he was thinking anymore; he just wanted her to shut up.
She didn't even flinch. “What are you gonna do, hit me? Is that gonna make it all go away, GI Joe? You saw him. He's right there. He sure didn't look like he's under guard, did he?”
Morris stepped between them. “All right, that's enough. Bradley, you calm your butt down.” He turned to the young lady. “Miss – what's your name?”
She looked at him suspiciously. “I don't know if I wanna tell you. You still gonna arrest me?”
“I don't really see much use in it now.”
“Janice Carbonari.”
“All right, Janice, what do we do now?”

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