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Wednesday, 01 July 2009

  • Barack Obama - America's Narcissist President?


    A PSYCOLOGIST LOOKS AT OBAMA
    Dr. Sam Vaknin is an Israeli psychologist
    and has written extensively about narcissism.

    Dr. Vaknin states "I must confess I was impressed by Sen.Barack Obama from the first time I saw him. At first I was excited to see a black candidate. He looked youthful, spoke well, appeared to be confident - a wholesome presidential package. I was put off soon, not just because of his shallowness but also because there was an air of haughtiness in his demeanor that was unsettling.

    His posture and his body language were louder than his empty words. Obama's speeches are unlike any political speech we have heard in American history. Never a politician in this land had such quasi "religious" impact on so many people. The fact that Obama is a total incognito with zero accomplishment, makes this inexplicable infatuation alarming. Obama is not an ordinary man. He is not a genius. In fact he is quite ignorant on most important subjects."

    Barack Obama is a narcissist.

    Dr. Sam Vaknin, the author of the Malignant Self Love believes "Barack Obama appears to be a narcissist." Vaknin is a world authority on narcissism. He understands narcissism and describes the inner mind of a narcissist like no other person. When he talks about narcissism everyone listens. Vaknin says that Obama's language, posture and demeanor, and the testimonies of his closest, dearest and nearest suggest that the Senator is either a narcissist or he may have narcissistic personality disorder (NPD). Narcissists project a grandiose but false image of themselves. Jim Jones, the charismatic leader of People's Temple, the man who led over 900 of his followers to cheerfully commit mass suicide and even murder their own children was also a narcissist. David Koresh, Charles Manson, Joseph Koni, Shoko Asahara, Stalin, Saddam, Mao,Kim Jong Ill and Adolph Hitler are a few examples of narcissists of our time. All these men had a tremendous influence over their fanciers. They created a personality cult around themselves and with their blazing speeches elevated their admirers, filled their hearts with enthusiasm and instilled in their minds a new zest for life. They gave them hope! They promised them the moon, but alas, invariably they brought them to their doom. When you are a victim of a cult of personality, you don't know it until it is too late. One determining factor in the development of NPD is childhood abuse.

    "Obama's early life was decidedly chaotic and replete with traumatic and mentally bruising dislocations," says Vaknin. "Mixed-race marriages were even less common then. His parents went through a divorce when he was an infant (two years old). Obama saw his father only once again, before he died in a car accident. Then his mother re-married and Obama had to relocate to Indonesia , a foreign land with a radically foreign culture, to be raised by a step-father. At the age of ten, he was whisked off to live with his maternal (white)grandparents. He saw his mother only intermittently in the following few years and then she vanished from his life in 1979. She died of cancer in 1995".

    One must never underestimate the manipulative genius of pathological narcissists. They project such an imposing personality that it overwhelms those around them. Charmed by the charisma of the narcissist, people become like clay in his hands. They cheerfully do his bidding and delight to be at his service. The narcissist shapes the world around himself and reduces others in his own inverted image. He creates a cult of personality. His admirers become his co-dependents Narcissists have no interest in things that do not help them to reach their personal objective. They are focused on one thing alone and that is power. All other issues are meaningless to them and they do not want to waste their precious time on trivialities. Anything that does not help them is beneath them and do not deserve their attention.

    If an issue raised in the Senate does not help Obama in one way or another, he has no interest in it. The "present" vote is a safe vote. No one can criticize him if things go wrong. Those issues are unworthy by their very nature because they are not about him. Obama's election as the first black president of the Harvard Law Review led to a contract and advance to write a book about race relations.

    The University of Chicago Law School provided him a lot longer than expected and at the end it evolved into, guess what? His own autobiography! Instead of writing a scholarly paper focusing on race relations, for which he had been paid, Obama could not resist writing about his most sublime self. He entitled the book Dreams from My Father.


    Not surprisingly, Adolph Hitler also wrote his own autobiography when he was still nobody. So did Stalin. For a narcissist no subject is as important as his own self. Why would he waste his precious time and genius writing about insignificant things when he can write about such an august being as himself? Narcissists are often callous and even ruthless. As the norm, they lack conscience. This is evident from Obama's lack of interest in his own brother who lives on only one dollar per month.

    A man who lives in luxury, who takes a private jet to vacation in Hawaii, and who has raised nearly half a billion dollars for his campaign (something unprecedented in history) has no interest in the plight of his own brother. Why? Because, his brother cannot be used for his ascent to power.

    A narcissist cares for no one but himself. This election is like no other in the history of America . The issues are insignificant compared to what is at stake. What can be more dangerous than having a man bereft of conscience, a serial liar, and one who cannot distinguish his fantasies from reality as the leader of the free world? I hate to sound alarmist, but one is a fool if one is not alarmed. Many politicians are narcissists. They pose no threat to others...They are simply self serving and selfish.

    Obama evidences symptoms of pathological narcissism, which is different from the run-of-the-mill narcissism of a Richard Nixon or a Bill Clinton for example. To him reality and fantasy are intertwined. This is a mental health issue, not just a character flaw. Pathological narcissists are dangerous because they look normal and even intelligent. It is this disguise that makes them treacherous.

    Today the Democrats have placed all their hopes in Obama. But this man could put an end to their party. The great majority of blacks have also decided to vote for Obama. Only a fool does not know that their support for him is racially driven. This is racism, pure and simple. The downside of this is that if Obama turns out to be the disaster I predict, he will cause widespread resentment among the whites.

    The blacks are unlikely to give up their support of their man. Cultic mentality is pernicious and unrelenting. They will dig their heads deeper in the sand and blame Obama's detractors of racism. This will cause a backlash among the whites.


    The white supremacists will take advantage of the discontent and they will receive widespread support. I predict that in less than four years, racial tensions will increase to levels never seen since the turbulent 1960's.

    Obama will set the clock back decades... America is the bastion of freedom. The peace of the world depends on the strength of America , and its weakness translates into the triumph of terrorism and victory of rogue nations.

    It is no wonder that Ahmadinejad, Hugo Chavez, the Castrists, the Hezbollah, the Hamas, the lawyers of the Guantanamo terrorists and virtually all sworn enemies of America are so thrilled by the prospect of their man in the White House. America is on the verge of destruction. There is no insanity greater than electing a pathological narcissist as president.





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    Today, America faces enemies that make the world of the Cold War seem like much brighter times. Islamic forces have declared Jihad on America causing the greatest threat to the life of the United States since World War II. In Patriot Acts, America finds itself under covert nuclear attack from the Islamic Republic of Iran which has linked up with radical American Militia groups. They have set aside their political and religious differences to carry out the widest attack to America in the nation 's history. Colonel Fisher Harrison, the best trained Special Ops killer the military has, is the only one person who can effectively retaliate against their aggression. The only problem is that Colonel Fisher is in a federal prison, framed for a murder he did not commit by his former boss who is now the President of the United States of America. Take an amazing journey from Alaska to the Midwest and to the center of the Islamic Republic of Iran as two enemies unite to save the nation from two adversaries in league to bring the country to its knees. You will be amazed how close to home and to reality Patriot Acts could be!

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    Have you ever felt that the world was guided in ways that are beyond man’s control? The constant changes in the world since the time of Nimrod 4000 years ago until today and all the events that have shaken the world have been to bring the universe back into the hands of the Prince of Darkness, Lucia, a world that he had ruled with his Watchers before it was all ripped from his grasp when man was created. Nimrod Rising paints a diabolical picture of how the Prince of Darkness executes his evil plot to take the world back by force and destroy civilization in the process. From the Great Builder Nimrod in 4000 BC to today, 666 generations later, you can ride the storm of Nimrod Rising and experience the death of a world and the birth pangs of another. You will swear it is really upon us!




    Officer Wallace Findings has a past that he does not even know about. During a one-night stand with Susan Chacon, an illegal immigrant and prostitute, Findings falls prey to a crime, an evil plot to conceive a child that Susan will give up for adoption, along with the myth of a financial reward. The only problem is that instead of producing one monetary child, twins are born. One child is rejected and left an orphan, in a world without identity or care, facing brutal treatment and harsh physical and sexual abuse. His twin brother, Jeffery Phaire is welcomed into a wonderful life of plenty and privilege. Stillborn is a thriller that reveals how a life of bitterness and child abuse can result in revenge, deadly repercussions and vengeful actions. Stillborn is full of suspense and action and intrigue and murder. You will learn what a life of pain, suffering and child abuse can cause, when a child is denied an existence, and when vengeance becomes a driving motivation.



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    Find a common, good man; even a Pastor, a man known more for his good deeds than for any mischief. Take away everything from him. Take away his life, his history his future, his faith, his wife and you’ve created a monster, a desperate man who wants payback from those who destroyed his life. Greg Bradford is a victim of infidelity, man who wants revenge, a man prepared to do anything to get his life back. Imagine, you’re a well-known Police officer, in a state-wide position, and you have to investigate a murder at a State Mental Facility in Logansport, Indiana, a vindictive crime that Chief Inspector Corbett (Core) Mandeville has swirling around in his past also. Both Core and Greg know why they did what they were both sworn to prevent. Corbett Mandeville is well known in Indiana, having investigated some of the worst murders in his state. Now, an escaped mental patient, who has a vengeful score to settle, is on the loose, and Core has to stop him. This adventure is not like many others, since Corbett Mandeville has a closet full of suspense, of his own. This killer and Mandeville both had similar reasons for stalking their prey, for stepping out and taking justice into their own hands. Get into the mind of the killer and the cop, as both find a connection that makes for a lethal thriller of profound actions of vengeance and justice.


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Sunday, 28 June 2009

  • The Second Republic by Steven Clark Bradley - Flying Dead... Coming Later This Year...

    Coming Later This Year...


    The real purpose of this book is to reveal the true nature of the culture of death that has come to pervade over every major decision we face. The many groups that make up the culture of death have made America more the land of the freak and the slave than the free and the brave. I have not written this novel with pride or bitterness. Rather, it has been penned to warn a great nation that a land is nothing without the care and mercy shown to its less fortunate. It is submitted to you to underscore that the measure of a great nation is not in its GNP or its S&P but in its TLC. On the contrary, the words written here have been tempered with fear and trembling for the nation I love.


    The indisputable facts laid out herein are written in shameful disgust over the failure of the moral base of America to adequately speak out and stand up to be counted. No great nation can long endure under the strains of the obtuse who seek to systematically destroy those whom our nation has so long defended.


    America shed her fear and marched its youngest and brightest into WWII to fight an intolerable tyrant and the idea that only the State could decide who was worthy of life. We fought and died to bring Adolph Hitler and his regime to an utter end because of his disrespect and utter disregard for life. Now, today in America we have Judges seated in a leather chairs behind some large desk not making choices to help someone live but rather deciding who should die.


    America stood tall and brave against the forces of Communism because of just such an evil philosophy as this, which religiously and progressively marched its people to a dreaded drum right to the very precipice of death and defeat; a defeat based on the loss of our commitment to freedom and life. Yet, today in America, decades after the Great War, are we really better than those we destroyed? Are we really different?


    Perhaps the Nazi movement and the Communist ideals are not so much dead as they are renamed and recast in more benign and more beguiling silhouettes; wrapped up in a tattered swath of red white and blue and empowered by a document that no more represents and no longer resembles the original constitution of the United States of America than did the Communist Manifesto or Mao’s Little Red Book. The diabolical forces at work in America must be rendered powerless.


    We cannot stop them from speaking out, lest we defeat the very freedom we seek to preserve, but we must always be vigilant and ready to work against them by recognizing the forces at work, and the masters they serve, which make up America’s emerging culture of death.


    Lest none of us have any quality of life, it is imperative that we take another look and reaffirm the words of Philosopher, Francis Schaeffer when he said that there is no life that is not worth living. If we believe thusly, then we should pose ourselves the same question he most profoundly and often posed, “How shall we then live?”

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    Excerpt From The Second Republic

    Flying Dead



    March 5, 2011

    Over Minnesota 12:58 PM


    “We just want to thank you for choosing American Airlines. We’ve just reached our cruising altitude of thirty-five thousand feet and we’re looking at an hour and twenty more minutes of flight time. I have turned off the seatbelt sign, but try to stay buckled up when seated. Thank you.”


    For Fred Lockridge, an unbuckled seat belt was the least of his worries. Earlier in the morning, he had not thought a thing about that dead pig that Elmer Risner had dragged into the feed store. To him, it was just another dumb hillbilly showing his stupidity. He had forgotten that he was one of them hillbillies, himself. So, he got out of there and headed home quickly, because he had a plane to catch.


    Fred Lockridge was reaching out. He had found a deal of a lifetime. Some old farmer in Southern South Dakota was getting out of the farming business and was letting his cows go for a steal. He decided that it was time to grow the family business and set it all up. He had his ticket, his check book and hopes as big as the sky that he was traveling through right now at four hundred nautical miles an hour. That was then, this was now.


    Fred had pinned it down, after he noticed the changes that were taking place over most of his body. He had thought his way through his steps all morning before heading to the airport in Chicago.


    I remember when stupid Elmer dragged that slimy carcass into the store. I left out of there almost as soon as he brought it in. Then I went home and got ready for the flight. I felt fine, just excited, that’s all. He tried to convince himself. Then I got ready to jump into the shower and took off my shoes and … yes! That's it! I Grabbed hold of one of my shoes and it had some of the slime on it, and it got on me.


    “I washed the damn stuff off!” he shouted.


    Everyone close to his seat looked at him and several asked him if he were OK. After assuring everyone, he looked at his hand that had come into contact with the toxic material. His whole hand was covered with blisters and it was moving up his arm and across his chest.


    Fred Lockridge unbuckled his seatbelt and walked back to the lavatory. He could hear people talking and several covered their noses and others asked anyone who could hear them what that terrible smell was. Fred got into the lavatory and unbuttoned his shirt.


    He looked at his neck area and his face then his back and shoulders and then suddenly, the blisters popped open and that same slimy stuff oozed out and began to form all over his body. It reminded him of a few horror films he had seen, but this was no movie. It was real and he was living it. He tried not to, but against every bit of strength he could muster, he let out a bloodcurdling scream that everyone in the plane heard.


    Fred Lockridge looked back at the mirror and he saw the skin on his face literally dropping off into the sink. Then he felt a fire raging in his stomach and throughout his interior organs. Smoke started rising up off his body and the smell was so strong that it filled the whole plane.


    “Sir, are you OK? Can we help you?”


    “No, you don’t come in here, you hear me? If you want to live, stay the hell away from me. Tell the pilot that you …” He screamed again and then managed to get out a few words. “Tell him that you have an emergency and it is as bad as hell!”


    “Sir, we’re opening the door.” The hostess said in a panicked voice. “No! I told you! Are you stupid or what?” Fred then looked one last time at himself in the mirror and his eyes melted and he crumbled to the floor with a hole in the middle of the slimy ooze that had been his body. The hole that had been his mouth opened and closed quickly and finally moved no more.


    “Sir, are you OK?” There was no response. “I’m opening it!” The Chief Steward said.


    “Sir, I don’t think you should.” The other hostess said. “I think he was warning us, and I think we should listen.” The Chief Steward knocked on the door again. There was still no reply. The Chief Steward picked up the phone and called the Pilot.


    March 5, 2011

    Washington DC 1:35 PM


    “Doctor, tell me what you’ve learned.” President Tate said.


    “Mr. President, we have been able to determine the compound rather easily.”


    “Is that good?” Fisher asked.


    “It is neither good nor bad. It is a common flu virus. You see, there is not much difference in original viruses that cause the flu. As they spawn, they are powerful, but quite treatable and susceptible to known vaccines.”


    That means we can stop it?” President Tate asked, almost happy.


    “Every virus can be stopped, but this one has undergone some very exotic mutations.

    Mutations in viruses are almost always natural. A bird with flu virus dies and then is ingested, let’s say, by a swine. When this takes place in nature, that is the time that dangerous mutations take place, like the great pandemic of 1918. The mixing of species with the same virus cause radical mutations that strengthens the virus and makes it harder to defeat, because it takes on an ability to mutate into different forms much more easily. I hope I am not losing the three of you.”


    Secretary Blake looked at the President and Fisher and saw they were taking it all in. “I think we are following you just fine, Dr. Marks.”


    “We do controlled mutations all the time in the laboratory so we can develop specialized antibodies that cover most of the mutations that lead to new strains of flu. Those can become very violent and powerful forms of flu, but of course they are kept frozen and later destroyed to use as dead viruses that can be used to prepare a vaccine. This one is different.”

    “Why did I know you were going to say something like that?” President Tate said in dismay.

    “I am sorry Mr. President, but this virus has gone through a myriad of mutations, most of them, if not all have been controlled and for the purpose of making it so deadly that no vaccine could be found soon enough to stop the spread. We have not completed all the preliminaries, but I know enough already to tell you that this will spread incessantly and it will kill literally millions of people before we can develop that vaccine and inoculate those not yet affected.”

    “As I said, we have not completed our testing yet, but we can already count DNA trails of 47 different species that were infected to create new mutations, and all of them are mammals, with the exception of the bird virus, which was the original host. That is the worst part.”

    “Worst part, what does that mean?” Tate asked.

    “The mutations that affect humans the most are those that have resulted from mammal hosts. Whoever developed this evil thing knew what they were doing and purposely made a flu virus that can kill and waste away its victims in minutes.”

    “Give us a second, Doctor.”

    Fisher hit the mute button so they could talk together.

    “Mr. President, we have to invoke HR8791.” Secretary Blake insisted. “We are looking at a large number of dead and we have to have the ability to dispose of them, as inhumane as that might seem. Something like this is so catastrophic!”

    “What did they call it? Ah, yes, The Second Republic Bill. Fisher, what do you think?” President Tate asked. “What will be the political fallout if I invoke this Bill that will turn America into a totalitarian State?”

    “Mr. President, it is totally unconstitutional! Excuse me, Secretary Blake, the hell with the political risks, what about freedom? It is wrong to start that monster! You invoke that and you’ll have two demons to kill, one biological and the other political, each as deadly as the other. It will not withstand the scrutiny of the American People, nor the Supreme Court, in just one day’s time. Chief Justice Saul will render his decision tomorrow, right? If it is ruled constitutional, then the country’s gone anyway!”

    Tate let the debate go on, but he agreed with Fisher Harrison.

    “Mr. President, of course, you’ll be ridiculed and maligned, perhaps burned in effigy, in my opinion, quite justly, if you invoke HR8791.”

    Tate retorted. “My veto has already been overridden, and I might be impeached, if I do not.”

    Tate looked at both Blake and Harrison. “Gentlemen, that’s why we have these jobs; never anything but the truth. Thank you for that, I think.” They all found it funny.

    “I wish I had a happy lie to tell you, Mr. President, but we have to preserve sanity and security and most of all, freedom.” Fisher forcefully declared.


    President Tate hit the mute button again.

    “Doctor, are you in a position to give me an idea of the rate of spread?”

    “Well, we have it contained in that small town, and that should slow it down.”

    “Actually Doctor, we have one potential victim who is in a plane over Minnesota, as we speak. We are on the ground at its destination in South Dakota. We’ll quarantine everyone on the plane after it lands.”

    “Mr. President, if that person gets away from you or if the plane crashes, the spread will increase in speed, exponentially. You must get those passengers in a secure and sealed location!”

    “Our men are in place in South Dakota.” Secretary Blake confirmed. “We’ll follow your recommendations to the letter.

    Thank you Doctor.”


    President Tate ended the call.


    “Sam, I am appointing you Secretary of Defense, which means you running everything for few days. I know that’s a tall order Secretary Blake, but you’re a tall man.”

    Fisher looked at the man he’d give his life for and who had just broken a pledge. The news landed hard on Fisher, for second, but he seemed to absorb the blow. Since coming back alive from Tehran, Fisher had only two friends who he’d entrust with his life, even the lives of his wife and son. One of them was Hamilton Smith, aka Dog Mac, a man who had saved Fisher’s life twice. The other was the President of the United States.

    I think I’ll just play along. Fisher told himself. The President’s pretty good at that perception thing too. Fisher realized. I trust this guy.


    “Sam, you need to get an escort up there around that airplane. I know we have to get info to the pilot, and we don’t want a panic, but there’s plenty to panic, about right now.” President Tate said. “Make the necessary connections, and get that done. You can draft up any request, except HR8791, for the time being, to this effect and I’ll sign it, and let’s get that going. Are there any questions from anyone?”

    “Absolutely not, Mr. President; it’s an honor to work with you at a time like this.” Sam Blake said.

    “Thank you, Sam. I appreciate your words.”


    President Tate walked over to Secretary Blake and escorted him to the door.

    “Sam, I hope you don’t think I’m rude.” Tate said as he reached for the door knob.


    “But I’ve just given you the job I promised Fisher. Don’t worry, he’ll be alright. He won’t try to kill you or nothing.”

    “He’s a great man, Mr. President. It’s an honor to work with him too.”

    “You are right. I have something else I need from him.”

    Blake thanked the President and glanced over at Fisher who seemed placid, which concerned Tate. He knew Fisher Harrison was only serene when he was holding something in, concealing his real feelings. President Tate closed the door.


    ~~~

    “This is the pilot of American Airline 2211 to ground reporting an emergency.”


    “AA 2211 what is your emergency?”


    “There is a very powerful something happening here. I can’t explain it, but I have man dead in the toilet and there others feeling sick and some are having some strange reactions. Requesting emergency landing and you should call the CDC. We have a biological. I repeat, we have a biological!”


    “Copy that.”


    The ground officer in Minneapolis picked up a line to his boss.


    “Sir, I just got a call on the emergency channel from AA 2211. They are in route to Pierre, South Dakota. He’s requesting an emergency landing.”


    “So, why are you calling me? Get the man down.”


    “Sir, you need to get over here right now! He said they had a biological on board.”


    “A What? Oh sweet Jesus, I’ll be right there!”


    Back in the coach, passengers were terrified. They had all heard the man in the lavatory screaming his bloodcurdling cry and the smell was a mixture of rotting, stinking flesh and burning and tearing of tissues and it all naturally created a state of massive panic. The Pilots cabin phone rang.


    “Yes, Julie, you got that thing under control?”


    “Control, we’re all going to die back here! Do not come back here! You have to land this plane! Do you understand? You had better get it down, Now!” the hostess screamed and then the line went dead.


    Throughout the cabin, passengers were screaming and looking in mirrors at the boils that had started forming around their necks and across their chests.


    “Julie? Julie, pickup please!” The pilot looked at his co-pilot.


    “I’m gonna check it out.”


    “Sir, you heard Julie! She gave you a warning to stay away. Maybe you should do as she said.”


    The pilot thought about it for a second. “I have no choice. I have to do this! It’s my duty.”


    The pilot unbuckled his belt and stepped over to the cockpit door and opened it. I’ll be right back.


    The cabin was silent. There seemed to be a mist, a hot something floating in the air. At first it had not bothered the pilot, then, after he had breathed in the putrid stuff, his nose started burning and he seemed to be on fire. He turned on the flashlight he found at the service section. There was so much smoke or hovering haze that the cabin lights were drowned out. He turned it on and started walking, holding his other hand over his mouth and nose. It seemed there was no one there. He couldn’t see one head in a seat. Did they all disappear? Was it the rapture? The pilot asked himself. Then he felt something gooey under his feet and his shoes seemed to stick to the floor. The pilot shined the light to the floor and that’s when he saw it.


    One of the first-class passengers was indeed in his seat, but his body was melted away and all the pilot could see that made the man’s humanity verifiable was the man’s face, which was still dissolving. His mouth was screaming as his body turned to liquid, leaving a gaping silent hole that wanted to scream its last blistering cry of agony, but remained silent. The pilot reached out to help him, but jerked his hand back. Then the wasted away passenger, in one last-ditch effort to live, seemed to jump or bubble upward and the greasy film that covered him flew into the air and landed on the pilot’s face. Almost immediately, he wiped his face off. But he felt the searing heat of the material, and it had become so virulent that it had already started tearing at his face, as the 757 flew about fifty miles from Minneapolis, Minnesota.


    The pilot radioed his copilot. “Peter, the aircraft is yours.”


    “Sir, I could barely make you out. Is everything OK?”


    “Do not … come ba … back here. All is lost! Everyone is de … dead. Save yourself. Land this…” The radio went dead. The copilot sent out an emergency distress call.


    “Mayday, Mayday!”




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    Today, America faces enemies that make the world of the Cold War seem like much brighter times. Islamic forces have declared Jihad on America causing the greatest threat to the life of the United States since World War II. In Patriot Acts, America finds itself under covert nuclear attack from the Islamic Republic of Iran which has linked up with radical American Militia groups. They have set aside their political and religious differences to carry out the widest attack to America in the nation 's history. Colonel Fisher Harrison, the best trained Special Ops killer the military has, is the only one person who can effectively retaliate against their aggression. The only problem is that Colonel Fisher is in a federal prison, framed for a murder he did not commit by his former boss who is now the President of the United States of America. Take an amazing journey from Alaska to the Midwest and to the center of the Islamic Republic of Iran as two enemies unite to save the nation from two adversaries in league to bring the country to its knees. You will be amazed how close to home and to reality Patriot Acts could be!

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    Have you ever felt that the world was guided in ways that are beyond man’s control? The constant changes in the world since the time of Nimrod 4000 years ago until today and all the events that have shaken the world have been to bring the universe back into the hands of the Prince of Darkness, Lucia, a world that he had ruled with his Watchers before it was all ripped from his grasp when man was created. Nimrod Rising paints a diabolical picture of how the Prince of Darkness executes his evil plot to take the world back by force and destroy civilization in the process. From the Great Builder Nimrod in 4000 BC to today, 666 generations later, you can ride the storm of Nimrod Rising and experience the death of a world and the birth pangs of another. You will swear it is really upon us!




    equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"> name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"> name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"> name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12">Officer Wallace Findings has a past that he does not even know about. During a one-night stand with Susan Chacon, an illegal immigrant and prostitute, Findings falls prey to a crime, an evil plot to conceive a child that Susan will give up for adoption, along with the myth of a financial reward. The only problem is that instead of producing one monetary child, twins are born. One child is rejected and left an orphan, in a world without identity or care, facing brutal treatment and harsh physical and sexual abuse. His twin brother, Jeffery Phaire is welcomed into a wonderful life of plenty and privilege. Stillborn is a thriller that reveals how a life of bitterness and child abuse can result in revenge, deadly repercussions and vengeful actions. Stillborn is full of suspense and action and intrigue and murder. You will learn what a life of pain, suffering and child abuse can cause, when a child is denied an existence, and when vengeance becomes a driving motivation.



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    Find a common, good man; even a Pastor, a man known more for his good deeds than for any mischief. Take away everything from him. Take away his life, his history his future, his faith, his wife and you’ve created a monster, a desperate man who wants payback from those who destroyed his life. Greg Bradford is a victim of infidelity, man who wants revenge, a man prepared to do anything to get his life back. Imagine, you’re a well-known Police officer, in a state-wide position, and you have to investigate a murder at a State Mental Facility in Logansport, Indiana, a vindictive crime that Chief Inspector Corbett (Core) Mandeville has swirling around in his past also. Both Core and Greg know why they did what they were both sworn to prevent. Corbett Mandeville is well known in Indiana, having investigated some of the worst murders in his state. Now, an escaped mental patient, who has a vengeful score to settle, is on the loose, and Core has to stop him. This adventure is not like many others, since Corbett Mandeville has a closet full of suspense, of his own. This killer and Mandeville both had similar reasons for stalking their prey, for stepping out and taking justice into their own hands. Get into the mind of the killer and the cop, as both find a connection that makes for a lethal thriller of profound actions of vengeance and justice.


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Wednesday, 24 June 2009

  • Welcome To The Dictocracy - Dear Mr. President...

    Dear Mr. President,

    This is written with respect for your office and with deep concern for the direction of the nation. Sir, I ask myself why you, a very powerful and smart President, would wait so long to respond to courageous fight for freedom of the Iranian People.


    Do you not consider it ruthless, President Obama, to rule over us and make us believe we want you to do the things we ought to know will destroy us? Your handling of the economy right out of the Communist manifesto and your creation of a shadow government through your ever expanding group of Czar, which means king in Russian, as I’m sure you know; ten kings; ten rulers who are answerable to no one except except for the One; sort of like you are setting yourself up as a Supreme Leader, sir?


    Mr. President, your ability to virtually make yourself all powerful and beyond scrutiny will eventually render the Congress powerless; into political mush, removing any lasting vestiges of the separation of powers; just the way you want it, sir?



    Mr. President and your Administration, have proposed the most sweeping and constitutionally most devastating set of new rules the nation will have ever seen. If you actually accomplish your power-shifting goal, you will control General Electric, and by virtue of the fact that NBC is controlled and owned by General Electric, and you will control of a large part of the News Media in America, all propped up by the Federal Reserve. All this seems impossible for you to get all this through Congress. Yet, you have already said you’d achieve this by fiat, that with one executive order and your signature you will effectively end the nation that took all the people’s votes to begin. If you enact this unconstitutional executive order, you will destroy the News Media in America, Freedom of Speech and rendered the Constitution invalid forever.


    So, though President Obama, your words were measured and yet decisive, and I was pleased by what you said, perhaps the greatest reason you did not respond quickly to condemn the Iranian Regime was because, you are a socialist, you plan to be dictatorial and you are rewriting the nation to replace the former one, which has died. Perhaps you are, in end, no different than the ones who kill their own in Tehran. Thank you Mr. President for letting me speak my mind. I hope you prove me wrong.


    Author Steven Clark Bradley



    Below is a letter to you, Mr. President

    from Iranians who desperately seek freedom


    This letter was written by Iranians who desperately want you to speak out for them. Is this not what we have hoped and prayed for, since their revolution in 1979? I have no criticisms of anything you have said the Iranian uprising except that it has not been enough. You have spoken out twice and I give you a hearty approval of your words both times.

    From: Meganima.blogspot.com Monday, June 15, 2009


    A letter to President Obama from Iranians


    Category: Government

    Region: Iran

    Target: Mr Barack Obama

    Background (Preamble):

    There are new approaches between Iran and USA after 30 years. Iranian government in the latest presidency election rigged the votes and Mr. Ahmadinejad came out with fiction percentage of 62.

    We all ask Mr Obama not to recognize Mr. Ahmadinejad as Iranian president as it seems he got elected like a co    up.

    US supported Iranian regime in 50s to turn down by a coup. We strongly ask United States not to recognize Mr. Ahmadinejad as Iranian President. That would mean that US supported another coup against the democracy in Iran.


    Petition:

    Dear Mr. President Obama,

    Your election by American people was not only hope for Americans but also for many people in the world who wanted change in their own societies.

    Mr. President, Iranian first approach to democracy got down by the coup which your country heavily supported against elected Prime Minister Dr Mohammad Mosadegh in 50s. That caused a loop back for the country for about 30 years. Since that time, Americans in most Iranians’ eyes were not those people we had thought of. We consider them as people who just see their own benefits and do not care about anything else.

    On June 12th 2009, Iranians overwhelming voted for change as Americans did on November 4th 2008.
    But in an unacceptable and unrespectable event, Mr Ahmadinejad came out with 62% as president. We all know and believe that they have rigged the election and as Mr also Mr Mousavi and Mr. Karoubi our reformist candidates referred to it as a huge Fraud. So the event which was supposed to burst the country in happiness, it turned out to a national funeral.

    We, Iranian people are aware about your new policy about Iran as you have invited Iranian diplomats in all American embassies and foreign offices around the world for 4th of July. The policy that some refer to it as the hot Dog policy. We all embrace your new policy and we all see it as new window for both countries after three decades.

    Mr. President, we strongly and kindly ask you not to recognize Mr Ahmadinejad as Iranian president and please withdraw your invitation for Iranian diplomats. We all look for a new window; you were hope for all of us so please do not let another American support to another anti-democracy movement in Iran.

    Our Kindest regards,

    Iranians




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    Today, America faces enemies that make the world of the Cold War seem like much brighter times. Islamic forces have declared Jihad on America causing the greatest threat to the life of the United States since World War II. In Patriot Acts, America finds itself under covert nuclear attack from the Islamic Republic of Iran which has linked up with radical American Militia groups. They have set aside their political and religious differences to carry out the widest attack to America in the nation 's history. Colonel Fisher Harrison, the best trained Special Ops killer the military has, is the only one person who can effectively retaliate against their aggression. The only problem is that Colonel Fisher is in a federal prison, framed for a murder he did not commit by his former boss who is now the President of the United States of America. Take an amazing journey from Alaska to the Midwest and to the center of the Islamic Republic of Iran as two enemies unite to save the nation from two adversaries in league to bring the country to its knees. You will be amazed how close to home and to reality Patriot Acts could be!

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    Have you ever felt that the world was guided in ways that are beyond man’s control? The constant changes in the world since the time of Nimrod 4000 years ago until today and all the events that have shaken the world have been to bring the universe back into the hands of the Prince of Darkness, Lucia, a world that he had ruled with his Watchers before it was all ripped from his grasp when man was created. Nimrod Rising paints a diabolical picture of how the Prince of Darkness executes his evil plot to take the world back by force and destroy civilization in the process. From the Great Builder Nimrod in 4000 BC to today, 666 generations later, you can ride the storm of Nimrod Rising and experience the death of a world and the birth pangs of another. You will swear it is really upon us!




    Officer Wallace Findings has a past that he does not even know about. During a one-night stand with Susan Chacon, an illegal immigrant and prostitute, Findings falls prey to a crime, an evil plot to conceive a child that Susan will give up for adoption, along with the myth of a financial reward. The only problem is that instead of producing one monetary child, twins are born. One child is rejected and left an orphan, in a world without identity or care, facing brutal treatment and harsh physical and sexual abuse. His twin brother, Jeffery Phaire is welcomed into a wonderful life of plenty and privilege. Stillborn is a thriller that reveals how a life of bitterness and child abuse can result in revenge, deadly repercussions and vengeful actions. Stillborn is full of suspense and action and intrigue and murder. You will learn what a life of pain, suffering and child abuse can cause, when a child is denied an existence, and when vengeance becomes a driving motivation.



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    Find a common, good man; even a Pastor, a man known more for his good deeds than for any mischief. Take away everything from him. Take away his life, his history his future, his faith, his wife and you’ve created a monster, a desperate man who wants payback from those who destroyed his life. Greg Bradford is a victim of infidelity, man who wants revenge, a man prepared to do anything to get his life back. Imagine, you’re a well-known Police officer, in a state-wide position, and you have to investigate a murder at a State Mental Facility in Logansport, Indiana, a vindictive crime that Chief Inspector Corbett (Core) Mandeville has swirling around in his past also. Both Core and Greg know why they did what they were both sworn to prevent. Corbett Mandeville is well known in Indiana, having investigated some of the worst murders in his state. Now, an escaped mental patient, who has a vengeful score to settle, is on the loose, and Core has to stop him. This adventure is not like many others, since Corbett Mandeville has a closet full of suspense, of his own. This killer and Mandeville both had similar reasons for stalking their prey, for stepping out and taking justice into their own hands. Get into the mind of the killer and the cop, as both find a connection that makes for a lethal thriller of profound actions of vengeance and justice.









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Sunday, 21 June 2009

  • A People Demanding To Be Free!



    We Stand With YOU!


    To the People Of Iran...


    In light of what is taking place in the Islamic Republic of Iran, I think you would find my new novel, Patriot Acts very challenging and close to reality.


    We now see the violence and hatred against a powerful people who have not lost their faith in God, but who seem to intend to take upon themselves the freedom that only God can take away, and man can never forever deny!


    I applaud such demonstration, not of frustration but of unity of mind and spirit that every man and woman is free. This is a smart and unafraid people who will not be fooled again. I stand with you, and salute you!

    The question that is actually self-evident is how anyone could make a rational argument that a nation that can kill its own best and brightest should be trusted with nuclear weapons that it could turn upon the rest of the world?



    We Applaud you in your yearning to be free!

    Steven Clark Bradley


    Iran, Tehran, resistance against coup, day 8 (June, 20. 09)


    Riot police caught by crowd - Protests in Tehran after election


    President Obama:
    Ask yourself if the same thing could happen in America if your government continues to disregard the the freedoms Americans are guaranteed,
    which you are in the process of dismantling.
    Whether Religious or Political
    All Tyrants shall face the same fate!

Saturday, 20 June 2009

  • The Second Republic by Steven Clark Bradley - Flying Dead...


    The real purpose of this book is to reveal the true nature of the culture of death that has come to pervade over every major decision we face. The many groups that make up the culture of death have made America more the land of the freak and the slave than the free and the brave. I have not written this novel with pride or bitterness. Rather, it has been penned to warn a great nation that a land is nothing without the care and mercy shown to its less fortunate. It is submitted to you to underscore that the measure of a great nation is not in its GNP or its S&P but in its TLC. On the contrary, the words written here have been tempered with fear and trembling for the nation I love.


    The indisputable facts laid out herein are written in shameful disgust over the failure of the moral base of America to adequately speak out and stand up to be counted. No great nation can long endure under the strains of the obtuse who seek to systematically destroy those whom our nation has so long defended.


    America shed her fear and marched its youngest and brightest into WWII to fight an intolerable tyrant and the idea that only the State could decide who was worthy of life. We fought and died to bring Adolph Hitler and his regime to an utter end because of his disrespect and utter disregard for life. Now, today in America we have Judges seated in a leather chairs behind some large desk not making choices to help someone live but rather deciding who should die.


    America stood tall and brave against the forces of Communism because of just such an evil philosophy as this, which religiously and progressively marched its people to a dreaded drum right to the very precipice of death and defeat; a defeat based on the loss of our commitment to freedom and life. Yet, today in America, decades after the Great War, are we really better than those we destroyed? Are we really different?


    Perhaps the Nazi movement and the Communist ideals are not so much dead as they are renamed and recast in more benign and more beguiling silhouettes; wrapped up in a tattered swath of red white and blue and empowered by a document that no more represents and no longer resembles the original constitution of the United States of America than did the Communist Manifesto or Mao’s Little Red Book. The diabolical forces at work in America must be rendered powerless.


    We cannot stop them from speaking out, lest we defeat the very freedom we seek to preserve, but we must always be vigilant and ready to work against them by recognizing the forces at work, and the masters they serve, which make up America’s emerging culture of death.


    Lest none of us have any quality of life, it is imperative that we take another look and reaffirm the words of Philosopher, Francis Schaeffer when he said that there is no life that is not worth living. If we believe thusly, then we should pose ourselves the same question he most profoundly and often posed, “How shall we then live?”


    _______________________________________________________

    Flying Dead



    March 5, 2011

    Over Minnesota 12:58 PM


    “We just want to thank you for choosing American Airlines. We’ve just reached our cruising altitude of thirty-five thousand feet and we’re looking at an hour and twenty more minutes of flight time. I have turned off the seatbelt sign, but try to stay buckled up when seated. Thank you.”


    For Fred Lockridge, an unbuckled seatbelt was the least of his worries. Earlier in the morning, he had not thought a thing about that dead pig that Elmer Risner had dragged into the feed store. To him, it was just another dumb hillbilly showing his stupidity. He had forgotten that he was one of them hillbillies, himself. So, he got out of there and headed home quickly, because he had a plane to catch.


    Fred Lockridge was reaching out. He had found a deal of a lifetime. Some old farmer in Southern South Dakota was getting out of the farming business and was letting his cows go for a steal. He decided that it was time to grow the family business and set it all up. He had his ticket, his check book and hopes as big as the sky that he was traveling through right now at four hundred nautical miles an hour. That was then, this was now.


    Fred had pinned it down, after he noticed the changes that were taking place over most of his body. He had thought his way through his steps all morning before heading to the airport in Chicago.


    I remember when stupid Elmer dragged that slimy carcass in to the store. I left out of there almost as soon as he brought it in. Then I went home and got ready for the flight. I felt fine, just excited, that’s all. He tried to convince himself. Then I got ready to jump into the shower and took off my shoes and … yes! That when! I Grabbed hold of one of my shoes and I had some of the slime on it and it got on me. “I washed the damn stuff off!” he shouted.


    Everyone close to his seat looked at him and several asked him if he were OK. After assuring everyone, he looked at his hand that had come into contact with the toxic material. His whole hand was covered with blisters and it was moving up his arm and across his chest.


    Fred Lockridge unbuckled his seatbelt and walked back to the lavatory. He could hear people talking and several covered their noses and others asked anyone who could hear them what that terrible smell was. Fred got into the lavatory and unbuttoned his shirt.


    He looked at his neck area and his face then his back and shoulders and then suddenly, the blisters popped open and that same slimy stuff oozed out and began to form all over his body. It reminded him of a few horror films he had seen, but this was no movie. It was real and he was living it. He tried not to, but against every bit of strength he could muster, he let out a bloodcurdling scream that everyone in the plane heard.


    Fred Lockridge looked back at the mirror and he saw the skin on his face literally dropping off into the sink. Then he felt a fire raging in his stomach and throughout his interior organs. Smoke started rising up off his body and the smell was so strong that it filled the whole plane.


    “Sir, are you OK? Can we help you?”


    “No, you don’t come in here, you hear me? If you want to live, stay the hell away from me. Tell the pilot that you …” He screamed again and then managed to get out a few words. “Tell him that you have an emergency and it is as bad as hell!”


    “Sir, we’re opening the door.” The hostess said in a panicked voice. “No! I told you! Are you stupid or what?” Fred then looked one last time at himself in the mirror and his eyes melted and he crumbled to the floor with a hole in the middle of the slimy ooze that had been his body. The hole that had been his mouth opened and closed quickly and finally moved no more.


    “Sir, are you OK?” There was no response. “I’m opening it!” The Chief Steward said.


    “Sir, I don’t think you should.” The other hostess said. “I think he was warning us, and I think we should listen.” The Chief Steward knocked on the door again. There was still no reply. The Chief Steward picked up the phone and called the Pilot.


    March 5, 2011

    Washington DC 1:35 PM


    “Doctor, tell me what you’ve learned.” President Tate said.


    “Mr. President, we have been able to determine the compound rather easily.”


    “Is that good?” Fisher asked.


    “It is neither good nor bad. It is a common flu virus. You see, there is not much difference in original viruses that cause the flu. As they spawn, they are powerful, but quite treatable and susceptible to known vaccines.”


    That means we can stop it?” President Tate asked, almost happy.


    “Every virus can be stopped, but this one has undergone some very exotic mutations.

    Mutations in viruses are almost always natural. A bird with flu virus dies and then is ingested, let’s say, by a swine. When this takes place in nature, that is the time that dangerous mutations take place, like the great pandemic of 1918. The mixing of species with the same virus cause radical mutations that strengthens the virus and makes it harder to defeat, because it takes on an ability to mutate into different forms much more easily. I hope I am not losing the three of you.”


    Secretary Blake looked at the President and Fisher and saw they were taking it all in. “I think we are following you just fine, Dr. Marks.”


    “We do controlled mutations all the time in the laboratory so we can develop specialized antibodies that cover most of the mutations that lead to new strains of flu. Those can become very violent and powerful forms of flu, but of course they are kept frozen and later destroyed to use as dead viruses that can be used to prepare a vaccine. This one is different.”


    “Why did I know you were going to say something like that?” President Tate said in dismay.


    “I am sorry Mr. President, but this virus has gone through a myriad of mutations, most of them, if not all have been controlled and for the purpose of making it so deadly that no vaccine could be found soon enough to stop the spread. We have not completed all the preliminaries, but I know enough already to tell you that this will spread incessantly and it will kill literally millions of people before we can develop that vaccine and inoculate those not yet affected.”


    “As I said, we have not completed our testing yet, but we can already count DNA trails of 47 different species that were infected to create new mutations, and all of them are mammals, with the exception of the bird virus, which was the original host. That is the worst part.”


    “Worst part, what does that mean?” Tate asked.


    “The mutations that affect humans the most are those that have resulted from mammal hosts. Whoever developed this evil thing knew what they were doing and purposely made a flu virus that can kill and waste away its victims in minutes.”


    “Give us a second, Doctor.”


    Fisher hit the mute button so they could talk together.


    “Mr. President, we have to invoke HR8791.” Secretary Blake insisted. “We are looking at a large number of dead and we have to have the ability to dispose of them, as inhumane as that might seem. Something like this is so catastrophic!”


    “What did they call it? Ah, yes, The Second Republic Bill. Fisher, what do you think?” President Tate asked. “What will be the political fallout if I invoke this Bill that will turn America into a totalitarian State?”


    “Mr. President, it is totally unconstitutional! Excuse me, Secretary Blake, the hell with the political risks, what about freedom? It is wrong to start that monster! You invoke that and you’ll have two demons to kill, one biological and the other political, each as deadly as the other. It will not withstand the scrutiny of the American People, nor the Supreme Court, in just one day’s time. Chief Justice Saul will render his decision tomorrow, right? If it is ruled constitutional, then the country’s gone anyway!”


    Tate let the debate go on, but he agreed with Fisher Harrison.


    “Mr. President, of course, you’ll be ridiculed and maligned, perhaps burned in effigy, in my opinion, quite justly, if you invoke HR8791.”


    Tate retorted. “My veto has already been overridden, and I might be impeached, if I do not.”


    Tate looked at both Blake and Harrison. “Gentlemen, that’s why we have these jobs; never anything but the truth. Thank you for that, I think.” They all found it funny.


    “I wish I had a happy lie to tell you, Mr. President, but we have to preserve sanity and security and most of all, freedom.” Fisher forcefully declared.


    President Tate hit the mute button again.


    “Doctor, are you in a position to give me an idea of the rate of spread?”


    “Well, we have it contained in that small town, and that should slow it down.”


    “Actually Doctor, we have one potential victim who is in a plane over Minnesota, as we speak. We are on the ground at its destination in South Dakota. We’ll quarantine everyone on the plane after it lands.”


    “Mr. President, if that person gets away from you or if the plane crashes, the spread will increase in speed, exponentially. You must get those passengers in a secure and sealed location!”


    “Our men are in place in South Dakota.” Secretary Blake confirmed. “We’ll follow your recommendations to the letter.


    Thank you Doctor.” President Tate ended the call.


    “Sam, I am appointing you Secretary of Defense, which means you running everything for few days. I know that’s a tall order Secretary Blake, but you’re a tall man.”


    Fisher looked at the man he’d give his life for and who had just broken a pledge. The news landed hard on Fisher, for second, but he seemed to absorb the blow. Since coming back alive from Tehran, Fisher had only two friends who he’d entrust with his life, even the lives of his wife and son. One of them was Hamilton Smith, aka Dog Mac, a man who had saved Fisher’s life twice. The other was the President of the United States.


    I think I’ll just play along. Fisher told himself. The President’s pretty good at that perception thing too. Fisher realized. I trust this guy.


    “Sam, you need to get an escort up there around that airplane. I know we have to get info to the pilot, and we don’t want a panic, but there’s plenty to panic, about right now.” President Tate said. “Make the necessary connections, and get that done. You can draft up any request, except HR8791, for the time being, to this effect and I’ll sign it, and let’s get that going. Are there any questions from anyone?”


    “Absolutely not, Mr. President; it’s an honor to work with you at a time like this.” Sam Blake said.


    “Thank you, Sam. I appreciate your words.” President Tate walked over to Secretary Blake and escorted him to the door.


    “Sam, I hope you don’t think I’m rude.” Tate said as he reached for the door knob. “But I’ve just given you the job I promised Fisher. Don’t worry, he’ll be alright. He won’t try to kill you or nothing.”


    “He’s a great man, Mr. President. It’s an honor to work with him too.”


    “You are right. I have something else I need from him.”


    Blake thanked the President and glanced over at Fisher who seemed placid, which concerned Tate. He knew Fisher Harrison was only serene when he was holding something in, concealing his real feelings. President Tate closed the door.


    ~~~


    “This is the pilot of American Airline 2211 to ground reporting an emergency.”


    “AA 2211 what is your emergency?”


    “There is a very powerful something happening here. I can’t explain it, but I have man dead in the toilet and there others feeling sick and some are having some strange reactions. Requesting emergency landing and you should call the CDC. We have a biological. I repeat, we have a biological!”


    “Copy that.”


    The ground officer in Minneapolis picked up a line to his boss.


    “Sir, I just got a call on the emergency channel from AA 2211. They are in route to Pierre, South Dakota. He’s requesting an emergency landing.”


    “So, why are you calling me? Get the man down.”


    “Sir, you need to get over here right now! He said they had a biological on board.”


    “A What? Oh sweet Jesus, I’ll be right there!”


    Back in the coach, passengers were terrified. They had all heard the man in the lavatory screaming his bloodcurdling cry and the smell was a mixture of rotting, stinking flesh and burning and tearing of tissues and it all naturally created a state of massive panic. The Pilots cabin phone rang.


    “Yes, Julie, you got that thing under control?”


    “Control, we’re all going to die back here! Do not come back here! You have to land this plane! Do you understand? You had better get it down, Now!” the hostess screamed and then the line went dead.  Throughout the cabin, passengers were screaming and looking in mirrors at the boils that had started forming around their necks and across their chests.


    “Julie? Julie, pickup please!” The pilot looked at his co-pilot.


    “I’m gonna check it out.”


    “Sir, you heard Julie! She gave you a warning to stay away. Maybe you should do as she said.”

    The pilot thought about it for a second. “I have no choice. I have to do this! It’s my duty.”


    The pilot unbuckled his belt and stepped over to the cockpit door and opened it. I’ll be right back.


    The cabin was silent. There seemed to be a mist, a hot something floating in the air. At first it had not bothered the pilot, then, after he had breathed in the putrid stuff, his nose started burning and he seemed to be on fire. He turned on the flashlight he found at the service section. There was so much smoke or hovering haze that the cabin lights were drowned out. He turned it on and started walking, holding his other hand over his mouth and nose. It seemed there was no one there. He couldn’t see one head in a seat. Did they all disappear? Was it the rapture? The pilot asked himself. Then he felt something gooey under his feet and his shoes seemed to stick to the floor. The pilot shined the light to the floor and that’s when he saw it.


    One of the first-class passengers was indeed in his seat, but his body was melted away and all the pilot could see that made the man’s humanity verifiable was the man’s face, which was still dissolving. His mouth was screaming as his body turned to liquid, leaving a gaping silent hole that wanted to scream its last blistering cry of agony, but remained silent. The pilot reached out to help him, but jerked his hand back. Then the wasted away passenger, in one last-ditch effort to live, seemed to jump or bubble upward and the greasy film that covered him flew into the air and landed on the pilot’s face. Almost immediately, he wiped his face off. But he felt the searing heat of the material, and it had become so virulent that it had already started tearing at his face, as the 757 flew about fifty miles from Minneapolis, Minnesota.


    The pilot radioed his copilot. “Peter, the aircraft is yours. 

    Do not … come ba … back here. All is lost! Everyone is de … dead. Save yourself. Land this…” The radio went dead. The copilot sent out an emergency distress call.

    “Mayday, Mayday!”




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    Today, America faces enemies that make the world of the Cold War seem like much brighter times. Islamic forces have declared Jihad on America causing the greatest threat to the life of the United States since World War II. In Patriot Acts, America finds itself under covert nuclear attack from the Islamic Republic of Iran which has linked up with radical American Militia groups. They have set aside their political and religious differences to carry out the widest attack to America in the nation 's history. Colonel Fisher Harrison, the best trained Special Ops killer the military has, is the only one person who can effectively retaliate against their aggression. The only problem is that Colonel Fisher is in a federal prison, framed for a murder he did not commit by his former boss who is now the President of the United States of America. Take an amazing journey from Alaska to the Midwest and to the center of the Islamic Republic of Iran as two enemies unite to save the nation from two adversaries in league to bring the country to its knees. You will be amazed how close to home and to reality Patriot Acts could be!

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    Have you ever felt that the world was guided in ways that are beyond man’s control? The constant changes in the world since the time of Nimrod 4000 years ago until today and all the events that have shaken the world have been to bring the universe back into the hands of the Prince of Darkness, Lucia, a world that he had ruled with his Watchers before it was all ripped from his grasp when man was created. Nimrod Rising paints a diabolical picture of how the Prince of Darkness executes his evil plot to take the world back by force and destroy civilization in the process. From the Great Builder Nimrod in 4000 BC to today, 666 generations later, you can ride the storm of Nimrod Rising and experience the death of a world and the birth pangs of another. You will swear it is really upon us!




    Officer Wallace Findings has a past that he does not even know about. During a one-night stand with Susan Chacon, an illegal immigrant and prostitute, Findings falls prey to a crime, an evil plot to conceive a child that Susan will give up for adoption, along with the myth of a financial reward. The only problem is that instead of producing one monetary child, twins are born. One child is rejected and left an orphan, in a world without identity or care, facing brutal treatment and harsh physical and sexual abuse. His twin brother, Jeffery Phaire is welcomed into a wonderful life of plenty and privilege. Stillborn is a thriller that reveals how a life of bitterness and child abuse can result in revenge, deadly repercussions and vengeful actions. Stillborn is full of suspense and action and intrigue and murder. You will learn what a life of pain, suffering and child abuse can cause, when a child is denied an existence, and when vengeance becomes a driving motivation.



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    Find a common, good man; even a Pastor, a man known more for his good deeds than for any mischief. Take away everything from him. Take away his life, his history his future, his faith, his wife and you’ve created a monster, a desperate man who wants payback from those who destroyed his life. Greg Bradford is a victim of infidelity, man who wants revenge, a man prepared to do anything to get his life back. Imagine, you’re a well-known Police officer, in a state-wide position, and you have to investigate a murder at a State Mental Facility in Logansport, Indiana, a vindictive crime that Chief Inspector Corbett (Core) Mandeville has swirling around in his past also. Both Core and Greg know why they did what they were both sworn to prevent. Corbett Mandeville is well known in Indiana, having investigated some of the worst murders in his state. Now, an escaped mental patient, who has a vengeful score to settle, is on the loose, and Core has to stop him. This adventure is not like many others, since Corbett Mandeville has a closet full of suspense, of his own. This killer and Mandeville both had similar reasons for stalking their prey, for stepping out and taking justice into their own hands. Get into the mind of the killer and the cop, as both find a connection that makes for a lethal thriller of profound actions of vengeance and justice.


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  • Currently, Steven Clark Bradley has authored four dramatic thrillers novel titled "Patriot Acts" "Nimrod Rising!" "Probable Cause" and "StillBorn!", which are published by Publish America. He speaks French and Turkish. He has been an assistant to a prosecutor, a university instructor and a freelance journalist. Steven attended Knox High School in Knox, Indiana and graduated in 1977. In that same year, he began his college studies in Theology and Human Awareness at Emmaus College in Dubuque, Iowa until 1980. Steven finished his degree at Bethel College, and earned his B.A. in Organizational Management of Human Resources. In 1985, while in France, Steven earned a Certificate of Fluency in the French Language at Cavilam Institute of the French Language in Vichy, France. Steven obtained a Masters Degree in Liberal Studies at Indiana University in 2001. Steven worked a number of years in various countries in Europe, Asia, and Africa. He has been to 34 countries.

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