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  ‘You have just condemned half a billion people to certain death; is that what the American people wanted when they elected you’? The arrogance of the Indian Ambassador filled the entire room with rage.

  ‘Not half a billion Mr. Ambassador, I have done no such thing; your government has done that; also, in your own words, it is half a billion less 10 million. Ten million people will be left to live among half a billion stinking corpses? - No Mr. Ambassador, I don’t think that the American people would want that; you, however, have just condemned one and a half billion Indians to the fires of hell here on earth. The only nuclear weapons that India will receive from the United States, they will know about for no more than a micro second; not even a fucking cockroach will survive, maybe not even the planet.

  Mr. Ambassador, I am giving the Indian Government 7 days to deliver their entire vaccine stocks to the US, or India will cease to exist; she will disappear from the map. Because of the world situation, I sir, have been given unlimited powers by the American Senate, and as long as I have the agreement of the chiefs of staff, I can fucking well do as I wish’.

  Kathleen Cromwell let out an audible gasp.

  ‘ Admiral Black, position your entire nuclear arsenal in readiness for a first and total obliteration strike on India. Impose a total blockade on the country; land, sea, and air. No one is to leave the country until the vaccine is delivered. You Mr. Ambassador I find guilty of war crimes. Your diplomatic immunity has been revoked and you are now under arrest. You will be given permission to speak to your government and no one else. If the result is not positive, you will be executed by firing squad at dawn tomorrow’.

  ‘That is preposterous sir,’ the enraged Ambassador rose from his chair, and banging his closed fist on the table, screamed in righteous indignation, ‘I am an Indian diplomat and Indian royalty, and as such I demand to be treated with respect; how DARE you speak to me in this manner you arrogant and inferior white supremacist; I have the power to destroy your entire corrupt country with one single phone call’?

  An incandescent Kathleen Cromwell rose in a fraction of a second to grab the Ambassador around his throat, her hands open in a strangulation gesture. How DARE he speak to her President in this manner? The President stayed her for the third time in little over a couple of hours as he held up his hand. An angry Katherine Cromwell was a formidable figure, and as much as President Steinberg would have loved to see the Indian Ambassador’s reaction as her hands closed around his throat, he himself now had a much more satisfying solution to an extremely unpleasant man’s disrespect.

  ‘Admiral Black’, the President said politely and with authority, ‘Kindly take this war criminal outside and have him shot’.

  ‘With pleasure sir’.

  The Admiral left the room for no more than 20 seconds before returning with a couple of extremely large Marines, who manhandled a kicking and screaming thoroughly unpleasant man to the rear of the White House, and dispensing with the formalities of a firing squad, simply shot him in the head.

  The pig farmer from Tennessee was not a man to insult or threaten.

  Kathleen Cromwell was now red in the face, but not from anger. ‘Tonight, oh my God tonight’, she thought, her eyes misting over with anticipation.

  With or without the vaccine, India was still to be eliminated. Theodore’s implanted thought took precedence over all forms of reason. India had declared war on the world; worse still; she had by accident or by design declared war on America.

  McNaught had also imprinted this thought into the minds of everyone in the room before he once again became a God, - before he was required to obey the rules of the Gods. – He had delved deep into the mind of the Ambassador and had for-seen the intentions and plans of the Indian government. There was to be no vaccine, only a barely effective and short lived placebo. Something that would simply slow down the progress of the virus; and when the time was right; - it would strike. The United States would be powerless to respond; - India had expected to be in possession of all of America’s weapons. India had underestimated the pig farmer from Tennessee at her peril, and a thoroughly unpleasant man had paid the price for his disrespect.

  The courts no longer held sway in any of the world’s countries; absolute power in the United States was now firmly in the hands of the President and his chiefs of staff.

  The lessons and carefully disguised messages hidden in George Orwell’s “Animal Farm” and “1984” had never been fully grasped or understood by the human race, even well over a century later. It was in many ways quite ironic that a ‘pig farmer’ should be so closely involved.

  CHAPTER 28

  A Presidential lie

  It was 5 days after the execution of the Indian Ambassador that the vaccine began to arrive in a multitude of different military and civilian planes. India had witnessed the destruction that one nuclear missile could cause with the virtual total elimination of all life in Mumbai. The missile had been exploded at ground level; an air burst would have doubled the devastation. She could not afford to push the US President; his uncompromising stance was demonstrated most effectively when he had flown the dead Ambassador’s body over to India simply to make a point. The single bullet hole in the side of the Ambassador’s head made that point.

  Virtually every nuclear warship and submarine was now stationed in the Indian Ocean surrounding India, and planes were now flying over the country with impunity. The deadline was for India’s total vaccine stocks to be on US soil in seven days or she would be obliterated from the face of the earth.

  India had considered the possibility of such a move if America had not acceded to her demands, and had 20 million doses of the placebo vaccine ready for shipment long before the threat had arrived.

  The powers in Israel smiled. Everything was going according to plan; exactly the way their American double agent had said that they would. America had been Israel’s greatest ally for many, many years, but she had sensed betrayal in the air. Mossad, the Israeli secret intelligence service had followed the trail of Nuclear weapons that had left America and finished up in the Middle East.

  America supposedly did not want her nuclear weapons to leave the country, and had refused to sell them even to her closest allies, the only exception being Great Britain, who similar to Israel in the Middle East, was the permanently moored aircraft carrier to be sacrificed in the event of a nuclear exchange between America and Russia or China.

  America’s new generation of smart nuclear missiles were far more advanced than anything that the rest of the world could ever have developed, so why had they been allowed to surface in the 4 countries surrounding Israel? Was this betrayal a Presidential conspiracy? Israel had no doubts about this.

  Israel was well aware of President Steinberg’s anti Semitic views. As he began his steady and heady climb to political power, Mossad had carefully monitored his progress. Back in his Tennessee pig farming stronghold, there was a large German community, many of whom still had strong Nazi tendencies. Fund raising events were arranged where Nazi costumes were worn, and Nazi salutes exchanged.

  When running for the Presidency, people who tried to expose the future President’s anti Semitic views often met with accidents. People learned to keep their mouths shut. This had always been the American way; generations of Italian Mafia were evidence of that. Money bought power long before power was achieved politically.

  Money and acquiescence to the oil, finance, and armament industries had always been the power behind the “Presidential Throne”.

  President Steinberg had portrayed himself as a man of the people, particularly the poor people, and had easily and seamlessly courted the black and Hispanic vote. The Israelis were concerned, and were afraid of losing their financial strangle hold over the American finance and banking industries.

  Their financial and decision making control over the weapons manufacturing industry was increased to the extent that they no longer had to be subservient to America’s demands for greater autonomy for th
e Palestinians – they could now control the guidance and destruct systems of all American strike weapons using modifications incorporated during the manufacturing process. The failed American cruise missile strike on Iran, and the failure of the 4 Arab countries surrounding Israel to launch one single nuclear missile at the Israeli mainland had proved their acquisitions to be both prudent and life saving for the State of Israel.

  On securing the Presidential vote, Steinberg had surrounded himself with many of his closet Nazi cronies who held similar views to himself. The subsequent legislation that was passed through Congress and the Senate, whilst not obviously anti Semitic, was, never the less designed to reduce the powers of the Jewish oligarchs, and the stranglehold of the Israeli government over America’s financial institutions.

  Given the opportunity, Steinberg would happily have confiscated all Jewish assets and returned them to the American people; his long term goal being quite apparent to Israel; he had discussed this goal many times with Mario. Mario as always, lent a willing and sympathetic ear for Steinberg to talk into.

  Mario Molinari had been a Mossad agent for over 20 years; Mario was the eyes and ears of the Israeli government. Molinari was not the original family name at the time of the Nazi witch hunts’; it was simply a name that they had used when they had entered the United States in order to hide their true lineage. To the original CIA intelligence services who had conducted background checks on him, Mario’s Italian family’s history had been long lost during the frantic escape that many of the CIA men’s own relatives had had to make in order to evade the Nazi war machine. Mario was Jewish, as was President Steinberg’s Presidential predecessor.

  Mario’s role as a double agent had been a carefully guarded secret from the American establishment, and his position as Steinberg’s unofficial CIA mole owed itself to the former President’s recommendation. Theodore and Michael had been aware of Mario’s duel role throughout, McNaught a little later as his powers had increased; they simply chose not to mention it to the President; they, were working to a different agenda to Mario.

  Israel was aware of the Indian Government’s plan to deliver a placebo to the Americans. The vaccine did no more than delay the onset of death by a few months; it was originally thought that by that time, the American Military machine would have been dismantled. Israel and India would not only be the dominant financial powers in the world, but also the dominant military powers. Then, they would be able to complete the destruction of all of their loathsome Muslim neighbors where the virus hadn’t already completed the task.

  Israel was the only country in the world that had been supplied with sufficient stocks of the vaccine to protect her entire Jewish population. All Arabs living within Israel had received no more than a completely ineffective placebo.

  Israelis would soon be free to worship at all of Israel’s holiest sites and shrines without having to share them with Arabic Muslims: Jerusalem would be fully restored to its’ right-full God. There would be no more prayers for Allah in Israel.

  Israel had never considered the possibility of America unleashing her nuclear arsenal on India. She was unaware that both Theodore and McNaught’s parting gift to President Steinberg and his military Chiefs of Staff was the unlocking and the transferring of all the information held within the now dead Indian Ambassador’s mind, which unequivocally gave details of India’s future intentions. There was to be no effective vaccine delivered to the United States; only a modified vaccine, a placebo that simply delayed the inevitable death of the 20million Americans who were to receive it. No one knew for how long the vaccine would be effective, not even the Indian scientists.

  Twenty million doses of the vaccine never the less had to be injected into the people who were chosen to live, whilst at the same time, pacifying and controlling the near half a billion who had been chosen to die.

  CHAPTER 29

  The Meeting 6

  President Steinberg was seated in the largest conference room in the White House surrounded by all of his chiefs of staff and the senior member of each White house department; he had now to sort out what was perhaps the biggest problem ever to face a US president; how to tell close on 500 million people that his decision, and his decision alone, was that within the next few weeks; they would die.

  It was akin to him passing a death sentence on 95% of the people that he had been elected to protect.

  He explained his decision to obliterate India to the personnel present; there were only nods of approval; no dissent. The military Chiefs of Staff sat around with a smug look of satisfaction on their faces at a mission accomplished; a job well done. It was to their great relief that on this occasion, ALL of their weapons had worked.

  The President had metaphorically pressed the nuclear button within hours of the intransigent Indian government’s refusal to release any further stocks of the vaccine.

  America’s under- cover CIA operatives were aware that over a hundred million doses of the vaccine had been spirited away for delivery to other countries who were prepared to pay vast sums for it. Canada in particular had pledged much of her oil production and many years of vast concessionary food deliveries in return.

  America demanded all of this vaccine and India refused.

  India effectively disappeared off the world map; her people both atomized and vaporized.

  Everyone present accepted that India had declared war on the world; more importantly, on the United States: India alone was responsible for the present and future deaths of over 95% of the American population. There could be only one possible response; President Steinberg had responded correctly. Admiral Black and his military had carried out the Presidential order. These were cataclysmic times; events were unfolding much too quickly, often changing on a daily basis requiring an almost instant response. A Presidential decision, once approved by his military Chiefs of Staff, required no further approval from the various tiers of government.

  The people at the meeting were now responsible for what was to be the world’s largest and most pressing inoculation program; firstly though, they had to decide who was to live.

  ‘We cannot have the anarchy seen throughout the rest of the world’. The President almost shouted, ‘so far, where ever the vaccine has been distributed, the military have seized possession and gun law has ruled. Doctors and nurses have been denied the vaccine, and at this present time, the medical services no longer exist in these countries; this will not happen here. You gentlemen, my chiefs of staff, will not allow it to happen, you and you alone, will be completely responsible for carrying out whatever decisions we arrive at today’.

  ‘Sir’, Admiral Black cut in, ‘it is essential that not only the armed forces receive the vaccine, but also their wives and children; maybe even their parents. This is where the rest of the world got it wrong. Every single one of my people would rather their children live than they themselves. This one oversight was the major factor in all of the military indiscipline throughout the world; everything escalated from there. None of the military men were prepared to sit around and watch their wives and children die’.

  ‘Thank you Admiral’, the President nodded several times, ‘I have to say that as a father, there is no doubt in my mind that both Sally and myself would definitely have been thinking along those lines. Without dwelling on the military any longer, can we all agree that in the interest of national security; all military men and women, and their immediate families, are number one on the list of priorities; - after all White House staff and families of course’, he added with a smile, ‘ the need for decision making takes priority over even the military’.

  Everyone in the room smiled, even the chiefs of staff; a Presidential joke, no matter how weak, invariably received such a response.

  ‘So far so good’ were the President’s thoughts; everyone in the room was nodding their approval as they smiled; the rest of the program was to be undoubtedly a little more difficult; never the less, like all good dictatorships throughout history, once the mili
tary were with you, the rest would have to fall in line: it had always been that way, since before time began, as Michael would have said; - democracies had ballot boxes - dictators had the military.

  What the people in the room who were not present at the last meeting were unaware of though, was that the only marginally effective vaccine so treacherously provided by India would do no more than delay the inevitable: death would be only a matter of time; how long? No one knew. The President was playing for time; he already had the finest brains that America could muster working on the problem, and was convinced that soon, they would develop an effective vaccine.

  The President, his family, and all the chiefs of staff together with their families had acquired the correct vaccine through Mario’s connections within India. These connections no longer existed. India no longer existed. They now had the secondary problem of allocating the few remaining phials of the correct vaccine without anyone being aware of it. This was to be a Presidential prerogative.

  As always, Kathleen Cromwell rose authoritatively, ‘Mr. President, sir, I feel that if we are going to be tasked with the disposal of close on 500 million bodies over a period of a few months, one way or another, we should endeavor to arrange for these people to vacate the cities, and meet up at prearranged assembly points that we set up in the deserts or the less inhabited regions for their injections’.

  ‘We only have 20 million doses of the vaccine Kathleen’. The President said.

  ‘The people don’t know that sir; we have to arrange for 500 million placebos to be available; colored water if necessary. Once the people have been inoculated with the placebo, they are far more likely to be controllable than if we simply say “sorry – none left”. That answer would lead to riots and total anarchy sir, something that we have witnessed throughout the rest of the world’.