Saturday, June 28, 2014

A new snippet from "The Legion Way."

   I'm taking a short break from the writing, and going to post what I've rewritten for the hell of it.

   BACKSTORY: When the Alliance of Man formed its army in the early 22nd century, they asked member nations to cede units. France ceded the Foreign Legion on the condition its methods AND traditions would never change.
   In the year 2564, the non-Alliance planet of Alcinor is at war. The religious, feudalistic-leaning nation of Colmar needs advice to defeat the Socialist-Progressive Union, pseudo-religious Communist trash hellbent on enslaving Colmar. The problem is that they use WW2 technology and few soldiers know anything about it.
   The Alliance sends 42 Special Purpose Forces "operators" and Jon Walker, an expert in ancient firearms to advise and train the Colmarans.
   After an inept company is slaughtered, the company commander is executed and Jon is put in command. Jon teaches his company The Legion Way.
   It's been several hours since Jon took over.
   “Colonel, we need to talk,” Perry said.
   “What do you have?”
   “There are serious problems brewing, not just for Walker, but for all of us.”
   “Explain,” Obermeyer said, reaching for a pencil.
   “You might not want to keep records,” Perry said cautiously.
   Obermeyer leaned back. “Tell me.”
   “While going through some paperwork, I’ve learned Simoneau and Aubin do not get along at all. Two platoon leaders from the President’s Own Division received ‘alignment transfers’ two weeks ago and were sent here. My counterpart says that happens when an officer’s politics don’t match the politics of the ceremonial commander. Such officers are held in suspicion by the gaining unit as they are believed to be political spies sent to make the ceremonial commander look bad. Given the fact Poleis’ father is Aubin’s buddy, the transfer could create distrust in the chain of command.”
   “Why were they sent to V Company?”
   “As I understand the concept, when a soldier joins one of the premier units of the Colmaran Army, First Brigade gets first dibs. If the replacement is considered unacceptable, Second Brigade can have him if they want him.”
   “And Third gets what’s left,” Obermeyer said, shaking her head. “How did Poleis wind up in Third Brigade?”
   “Given his family name and importance, Poleis should’ve been assigned to the Lord’s Own. I think he was put in Third to keep him out of harm’s way while Aubin prepares for his campaign. Putting his running mate’s son in the reserve brigade of a designated reserve division--since reserves sometimes go to the front--helps the candidate’s campaign later and shows there is no favoritism.”
   “He was assigned where Poleis’ father could say his son was actively serving, but in reality, he wasn’t supposed to be exposed to danger at all. Someone’s career just came to a screeching halt for letting this happen. What else?”
   “The paperwork further confirms weak leadership was a contributing factor to V Company’s failure. For instance, one platoon leader was a drunk who received a rehab transfer from the God’s Fist Battalion. Another was fresh from the Military College on his initial assignment. He’d been in the unit less than a week. The only seasoned officer was the Executive Officer, but hadn’t been in the unit long enough to establish a decent rapport with Poleis or the men. I would venture there was a little noble-freeman discord between Poleis and the previous XO and it carried over. There was a negative counseling statement for ‘questioning the chain of command’ dated the day before V Company went to Tuscany. Sounds like Walker wasn’t the only one who questioned the operation.
   “I got a look at the company’s training records. They did no training in anything useful whatsoever. Failing to train is training to fail, and that’s exactly what happened at Tuscany. Poleis got what he deserved. The men deserved better.”
   “How is Walker taking his new status?”
   “He’s not letting it get him down, that’s for sure.”
   “How would you characterize Walker’s demeanor? Nervous? Eager? Dreading the work? What?”
   “I’d say generally positive. I came in, made a joke, he gave me a quick brief on what he’d learned since he took command and said, ‘other than that, everything’s peachy-keen’. Seems like he’s focusing on his job and not his upcoming divorce. Did say he was a touch tired, having had only what, three, four hours sleep?”
   “About that,” Obermeyer confirmed. “Anything out of place going on over there?”
   “He’s moving somewhat cautiously, but focusing on the right things. Getting the heat in the barracks fixed, making sure the troops have coffee at the wash racks, arranging inventory of the dead men’s effects, cleaning and securing weapons, that sort of thing. He has the senior NCO--a Sergeant--doing the Master Sergeant’s job for the moment. I’d say all in all, he’s moving in the right direction.”
   “Think he’ll get the company ready before spring thaw?”
   “I’m not sure. That company has some real issues.”


   After the company ate chow, Jon went to the Blenheim Open Officer’s Mess for a stiff drink and solid meal before heading to bed. Jon handed the attendant his field cap and parka.
   “Captain Abner would like a moment of your time at your earliest convenience,” the attendant said.
   “Thank you. Where is he?”
   “At the main bar, sir.”
   “Thank you,” Jon said and headed towards the bar.
   Jon chuckled at the sign proclaiming no weapons were permitted in the Mess and ensured his pistol was concealed. Being made a company commander will not win me friends amongst the noble-born, especially if they believe one of their own was executed to make way for me.
   “Hey, Jon!” Abner said brightly and motioned to the bar stool next to his. “Pull up a stool and let me buy you a dozen drinks.”
   “I need it,” Jon sighed and plopped onto the stool. “This has been one of the most fucked up days in my life and that includes my last mission on Kronskye and The Longest Night.”
   “Perry told me about it. Obermeyer is freaking.”
   “You think she’s freaking, imagine how I feel,” Jon said as a white-jacketed bartender stood before them.
   “May I take your order, sir?”
   “Two shots of whisky and a beer,” Jon said.
   “Very good, sir.”
   Abner waited until the bartender hurried off before speaking. “How are your troops taking this?”
   “Which ones?”
   “All of them,” Abner replied.
   “My tank crew is pleased as punch they get to come with me. The survivors of the company are uncertain of their status.”
   “Perry told me to tell you ‘boss’ is an informal, sincere honorific used here. Sort of like when we call lieutenants ‘Ell Tee’ in our army.”
   “That’s good,” Jon said and lowered his voice. “One of my sergeants hinted I might be having issues in the future.”
   “What kind?”
   “Some of the serfs are from Carleton Estate. Now that Carleton doesn’t have a son, he might take out his mad on their families unless the survivors frag me the first chance they get. Or he might come after me himself. That’s gonna be a factor to consider.”
   “You packing?”
   “I’d be crazy not to,” Jon said.
   “Man, I thought I had it rough with my counterpart,” Abner said and took a deep drink. “He’s one of those who would be happier if his men went into battle with a sling and a pouch full of stones as primary weapons and the jawbone of an ass for up close and personal. How he got to be an officer is totally beyond me. I’ve told Obermeyer about him, and all she says is ‘try harder.’ I’d love to find that magical combination that would get him to accept more advice.”
   Jon nodded and lit a nicstic. “What about his XO? Can you get through to him and have him ‘suggest’ to the CO?”
   Abner turned on his barstool to face Jon. “The XO is a possibility, but I can’t spend all my time working with him. It will be very slow going.”
   “Field-expedient solution; accidental discharge on the rifle range,” Jon said grimly as the bartender returned with the whisky and beer.
   “Put those on my tab, please,” Abner said.
   “Sir, I am obligated to remind you the rules of the Mess state one member cannot pay for multiple drinks for another member of the Mess,” the bartender said to Abner.
   “Really?” Abner said and took the two shots of whisky and poured one shot glass into his beer and one into Jon’s beer. “Place the ingredients for two Irish Car Bombs on my tab; one for me, one for him.”
   “Very good, sir,” the bartender said with a knowing smile and handed the drink tab to Abner.
   “Drink up,” Abner said and signed the bill.
   “Thanks.” Jon picked up the mug and drank half before stopping. “Wow, never had one of these before,” he gasped and wiped his lips on his sleeve. “Good.”
   “You deserve it,” Abner said.
   “If you need help, give me a call. We low-rankers gotta look out for each other.”
   “What’s your company’s status?”
   “I’ll be receiving replacement tanks and crews sometime in the near future.”
   “Do you know your status?”
   “Obermeyer said I was now under the Colmaran chain of command when it came to V Company, but I’m to follow Alliance regs. If I fuck up, It’s her boot that’s going to be put up my ass.”
   “You have another status issue you have to address.”
   “You are neither fish nor fowl. The Colmarans will not see you as one of them, yet you must be one of them, but you cannot be one of them. You, my friend, are caught between two worlds.”


   After preparing his uniform for the next day, Jon sat heavily into his chair and stared at the Journcomp on his desk. Idly he moved his finger on the mouse pad and clicked the icon for the Book of Cleansing.
   After a moment, the holoscreen displayed a brown leather-covered book with a gold cross on its cover. A six-pointed bronze Asterisk rested at the intersection of the cross, a sign God loved His Children so much He sent His Angels to help them in times of need.
   Jon made the sign of the Asterisk on his chest, his fingers touching each point and the center of the Asterisk while he recited, “God is my shield and sword. Ave.”
   He put his hands together, looked at the cross and closed his eyes. He took a deep cleansing breath, and prayed for strength, wisdom, courage and creativity. Ten minutes later, he made the Asterisk and ended his prayer. Tomorrow will come soon enough.


   “Jon-san!” a voice whispered in Jon’s mind. Dream-Jon looked through the gray haze.
   “Check six, Jon-san,” the dream-voice of Miru Nozaki chuckled.
   Dream-Jon spun swiftly and spotted his dead friend and mentor three meters away, wearing a rumpled long-sleeved blue shirt, tiger-striped pants, spit-shined boots and an amused look on his scarred face. “Miru-san?”
   “The one and only,” dream-Miru said warmly.
   “How are you?” dream-Jon asked.
   “I’m fine, Jon-san. Everything here is as advertised. Naomi would be pissed if you got in a hurry to join us. Please don’t get in a hurry.”
   “I won’t,” dream-Jon said. “Tell her I won’t.”
   “I will.”
   “Why are you here?”
   “We don’t have much time, so listen. You know everything you need to know, except for where to start. ‘At the beginning’ is not good enough. The men you will lead into battle need confidence. You must give them that confidence. You know how to do that.”
   “I’m not ready for this. Why me?”
   “Don’t ask me. The Big Guy does things his own way,” dream-Miru quipped with a smile.
   “I’m not going to pump positive energy up your ass until your eyeballs pop, Jon-san. I’m going to give you a reading assignment. The Book of Cleansing, Tabitha thirty, verse sixteen. That is how you will build that confidence. Later.”
   With that, dream-Miru faded into the gray mist.


   Jon opened his eyes and stared at the white plaster ceiling, the dream as vivid as any he’d had. Nervously, he walked across the cold tile floor, sat at the desk and fumbled for a nicstic. His fingers brushed the Journcomp, sitting in ‘idle’ mode. The tiny journal/computer came to life. Jon clicked on the icon for the Book of Cleansing and waited for it to display.
   The cursor blinked patiently in the search engine block. Jon typed the passage number from the Book of Tabitha and waited for it to appear on the screen.
   “Gather those who are fit and set the hardest tasks and tests before them to prepare for battle. The Righteous who have prepared themselves will succeed in restoring God’s Peace,” Jon read aloud and looked upwards.
   “God, thanks for sending Miru to aid me in my time of need. I will heed and obey Your word as it’s written. Ave.”
   Jon closed out the Book of Cleansing, turned on the reading lamp by feel and took a nicstic from its pack.
   After a moment of thought, the new commander of V Company knew God had sent him to Alcinor to teach the Righteous the Legion Way.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Why IRS-Gate should be important TO YOU

   Across America, people are saying, "Why should I be so worried about IRS-Gate?" "I'm not a Tea Party member," "It doesn't affect me."
  It is to these people I address.
  True, you may not be a Tea Party member. This doesn't affect you. But you better be worried about it.
  Americans have rights most nations don't trust their citizens with. First is the freedom of speech.
   In essence, the IRS silenced Tea Party groups by delaying needed tax paperwork these groups needed to legally participate in the election process.
   In short, the government silenced free citizens who wished to make their opinions known, teach the Constitution and writings from noted historical conservative thinkers.
   This silencing not only violated the Constitution, but also broke the law. When the citizens demanded Justice, they received the DC Runaround, complete with denials, press conferences, pleadings of the Fifth, etc.
   Ask yourself what would happen if YOU and a group of friends unlawfully denied a group of people from exercising their rights. You know the answer. You'd be arrested, investigated, slapped with a 'gag' order while 'the anonymous government source' would go on the news and say how much evidence they have against you (to subtly influence potential jurors). Then you would be jailed, fined to the max and your name dragged through the mud.
   Yet the government has a double standard going. Lois Lerner, will receive anywhere from $50,000 to 105,000 dollars in retirement benefits. No jail time. No nothing. No finding out who she worked for. Nothing.
   But the right to participate in the election process remains violated.
   Why should you pay attention to IRS-Gate?
   Two reasons.
   1. What will you do if this happened to YOU?

   The Government, under Barack Obama, made peaceful revolution impossible.
   Unless there is JUSTICE, there will be revolution.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

The American Pressure Cooker (NSFW)

   This has been a rather infuriating week, politically, that is.
   Obama is letting thousands of "DREAMers" (his spin on illegal immigrants) stay in the US and is spending millions of dollars to clothe, house, feed and give them legal aid to STAY in the USA (so their parents can join and become Democrat voters I mean citizens.
   This action alone proves Barack Obama (aka IL DOUCHE) is an anti-American SOB. Barack, if you hate America so much, resign the Presidency, let your pet idiot Joe Biden (aka Jokin' Joe Bidet) finish running America into the ground, and GET THE FUCK OUT, BITCH!
   Take Moochelle and the borrowed offspring with you. Don't come back.
   (checking BP...oh yes, NSFW therapy is working quite nicely. I'll have to do some more!)
  IRS-Gate took a turn for the worse when it was announced that Lois Lerner's hard drive had crashed, and subsequently "recycled" so nobody can see two years of IRS terrorism aimed at Tea Party groups.
  If an ordinary citizen had been subpoenaed for their computer and it subsequently "crashed" and was "recycled," the citizen would have been arrested for tampering with evidence and anything else "The Law" thinks they could make stick.
   But "The Law" is not what it appears to be.
   Forget the stereotypical image of the blindfolded woman holding a scale aloft, symbolizing impartiality and fairness. What we have today is far worse.
   The closest analogy I can come up with on short notice is Roland Friesler.
   After the July 1944 attempt on Hitler's life, Roland Friesler was the chief judge who gleefully sentenced hundreds of men and women to death. He is synonymous with "rubberstamping" If you went before his court, you were humiliated, degraded, then sentenced to death. Real nice guy who should have gotten a bullet. Too bad he went out during an air raid. He would have looked GREAT on the Nuremburg gallows.
   The American people are seeing this pattern of abuse. The American people are getting damned sick and tired of having their rights stripped away, their intelligence insulted, and taxed to death by a government that acts more like a dictatorship.
   To my mind, the Obama Regime actually believes the people LIKE being treated like this, trusts the government and will support them unto death.
   I sincerely believe Obama and his Regime don't realize the extent of what they're doing. I really don't.
  He's putting America into a pressure-cooker with his antics. He believes he's going to get away with it because the media, Eric Holder and Harry Reid will keep any intellectual backlash and legal action from his doorstep.
  But yet he does not command the absolute loyalty of the Armed Forces. Tell them to fight for America, the Armed Forces will go do it. Tell them to stop the rioters at the White House from getting in, they're likely to tell Obama to fuck himself, he's on his own.
   And when the pressure is right and people see there is no justice coming forth they will act and "There will be a Democrat in DC like there was a Nazi in Nuremburg on May 8th 1945"

Wednesday, June 18, 2014


  Hey everyone!
   Sorry for the extended, unintended absence from the Naked Conservative. I'll explain WTF.
   Since January, my life has been crazy, insane, etc. First was a heart attack, not a good sign. Docs said it was one of those "surprise" heart attacks with no warning symptoms, and I was lucky to walk away from it. Fast treatment (less than 35 minutes from first pain to getting a stent) is the only reason I didn't have open heart surgery and no heart damage (I didn't believe it either, but two cardio docs say it!).
   Begin cardio rehab, quitting smoking, eating healthier, etc. It was hard at first, but then it got easier, then it got done. Quitting smoking is not going the way I planned, however it is happening!
   Then throw in a new girlfriend. She's sassy, fun, and even the politics are a match! Took a lot of time from the blog and writing, but she's worth it! :)
   With the advent of summer, work has picked up somewhat, so I have very full days again. It's all I can do to keep up with events and doings on Facebook, the Tea Party Community and a few other key Patriot websites.
   That's all the news for now.
   Blogs to follow.
   Put on a raincoat and break out the steam-cleaner.
   It's time to verbally vivisection Liberals, Progressives, Socialists, RINOs, Communists and assorted anti-American trash.