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blankets the area with a power surge more powerful than a lightening bolt. It immediately destroys all electrical circuitry in cars, computers, electrical power systems, and so forth. It is truly our greatest weapon of mass destruction.”
With growing excitement, Ali Jabar said, “If you will recall, our brothers attempted a very crude EMP attack off the coast of New York back in 2015 and almost pulled it off. They launched a nuclear device atop a scud missile from a freighter about fifty kilometers off the New York coast, but it failed to reach altitude and detonate. Had it succeeded, it would have destroyed electrical systems across the entire eastern seaboard. When the attempt was uncovered, the American infidels lost all confidence in their security and changed their entire system.”
Mustafa knew Ali Jabar could talk for hours about his beloved EMP bomb and interrupted. “The reliability and potency of the atomic weapons and delivery systems developed secretly under the brilliant leadership of General Ali Jabar is to be commended. Our threefold threat of using our nuclear capabilities in conventional, EMP, or dirty-bomb configurations will be a deterrent to any infidel military actions against us.”
Mustafa could see Ali Jabar beaming and moved the meeting on to other pressing matters. Finally satisfied that all necessary preparations were in place, Mustafa called an end to the meeting.
Following a prayer session, they left the meeting one by one, exercising the elaborate security precautions that had enabled them to avoid detection over the past couple of years. They left with a clear sense of mission and glory, knowing their years of intensive planning and risk of exposure would soon be over.
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Mankato, Minnesota
14 September 2017
P astor Veronica headed toward her car, feeling irritated after a drawn-out church council meeting. She had received a call from an alcoholic woman requesting her help, and she was anxious to attend to her parishioner’s need and not squabbles over getting less expensive brands of toilet paper for the church. Out of habit—a bad one, she acknowledged—she tuned into the Wellington Crane show for the drive to her parishioner’s house.
“…. And if there are any buffoons out there on foreign policy, Wellington,” she heard the shrill voice of Senator Tom Collingsworth say, “it’s those rank amateurs in the Burkmeister administration. Here you have one of our greatest allies and truest friends, Japan, being mauled by the Chinese navy in a massive and disproportionate use of force over an innocent intrusion into their so-called territorial waters. Several Japanese oil platforms and naval vessels were sunk, and Japan has now rightfully called on the United States to honor mutual defense treaties in existence since the 1960s. What do we do? We tell them that we can’t do anything at this time; that we need to think it over and will get back to them later. It’s like, don’t call us, we’ll call you.”
Furious, the mercurial Collingsworth spewed out, “What kind of friends are we anyway? I say shame on China and double shame on the Burkmeister administration for not doing the right thing. This whole affair is shameful, Wellington, and I just don’t know how Burkmeister can look himself in the mirror. Do you?”
“Well, Senator,” Crane said, relishing the fireworks he knew would follow, “according to Burkmeister, your comments were premature, and he all but said you were a loose cannon and would be well advised to get your facts straight before shooting off your big mouth. His thoughts, not mine. He further …”
Collingsworth exploded before Crane could finish his statement. “The Burkmeister administration has sold America down the river and along with it our faithful ally, Japan.” Crane started to respond, but Collingsworth interrupted again.
“Please, Wellington let me finish. It is my intention to quickly convene the Senate Foreign Relations Committee I
With growing excitement, Ali Jabar said, “If you will recall, our brothers attempted a very crude EMP attack off the coast of New York back in 2015 and almost pulled it off. They launched a nuclear device atop a scud missile from a freighter about fifty kilometers off the New York coast, but it failed to reach altitude and detonate. Had it succeeded, it would have destroyed electrical systems across the entire eastern seaboard. When the attempt was uncovered, the American infidels lost all confidence in their security and changed their entire system.”
Mustafa knew Ali Jabar could talk for hours about his beloved EMP bomb and interrupted. “The reliability and potency of the atomic weapons and delivery systems developed secretly under the brilliant leadership of General Ali Jabar is to be commended. Our threefold threat of using our nuclear capabilities in conventional, EMP, or dirty-bomb configurations will be a deterrent to any infidel military actions against us.”
Mustafa could see Ali Jabar beaming and moved the meeting on to other pressing matters. Finally satisfied that all necessary preparations were in place, Mustafa called an end to the meeting.
Following a prayer session, they left the meeting one by one, exercising the elaborate security precautions that had enabled them to avoid detection over the past couple of years. They left with a clear sense of mission and glory, knowing their years of intensive planning and risk of exposure would soon be over.
9
Mankato, Minnesota
14 September 2017
P astor Veronica headed toward her car, feeling irritated after a drawn-out church council meeting. She had received a call from an alcoholic woman requesting her help, and she was anxious to attend to her parishioner’s need and not squabbles over getting less expensive brands of toilet paper for the church. Out of habit—a bad one, she acknowledged—she tuned into the Wellington Crane show for the drive to her parishioner’s house.
“…. And if there are any buffoons out there on foreign policy, Wellington,” she heard the shrill voice of Senator Tom Collingsworth say, “it’s those rank amateurs in the Burkmeister administration. Here you have one of our greatest allies and truest friends, Japan, being mauled by the Chinese navy in a massive and disproportionate use of force over an innocent intrusion into their so-called territorial waters. Several Japanese oil platforms and naval vessels were sunk, and Japan has now rightfully called on the United States to honor mutual defense treaties in existence since the 1960s. What do we do? We tell them that we can’t do anything at this time; that we need to think it over and will get back to them later. It’s like, don’t call us, we’ll call you.”
Furious, the mercurial Collingsworth spewed out, “What kind of friends are we anyway? I say shame on China and double shame on the Burkmeister administration for not doing the right thing. This whole affair is shameful, Wellington, and I just don’t know how Burkmeister can look himself in the mirror. Do you?”
“Well, Senator,” Crane said, relishing the fireworks he knew would follow, “according to Burkmeister, your comments were premature, and he all but said you were a loose cannon and would be well advised to get your facts straight before shooting off your big mouth. His thoughts, not mine. He further …”
Collingsworth exploded before Crane could finish his statement. “The Burkmeister administration has sold America down the river and along with it our faithful ally, Japan.” Crane started to respond, but Collingsworth interrupted again.
“Please, Wellington let me finish. It is my intention to quickly convene the Senate Foreign Relations Committee I
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