John F Whalen

The Weed Day Massacre (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Every year on April 20 marijuana smokers worldwide celebrate a day of fun, all done in the spirit of peace, but this year millions of Americans simultaneously fell dead for unknown reasons. They thank God for the gift of marijuana to humanity. But the order of magnitude for such a widespread killing spree pointed to a man-made event, as Mother Nature could not have been so meticulous in her plan; deliberate in her approach, and thorough in her execution. Twenty-four hours after the annual "smoke-in" the TV Breaking News articles were a series of unbelievable stories, photos, and accounts of an apocalypse. The death count surpassed that of an Atomic Bomb without an enemy or attack to attribute the horror. Without answers as to why bodies were scattered from coast to coast, the public was panic-stricken full of anxiety and fear. Bodies were anywhere a person would go to feel safe to be themselves for a few minutes. The challenge wasn't completed by the poison weed or the act of smoking it. The success of the massacre lay in the production and unique distribution approach to chemical warfare - attack from within.

Central to the story's theme is a cross-country 3-tiered structure consisting of an underground tunnel with a canal continuously filled by Global Warming oceans' overflow, a single rail sled, and an above-ground walkway. In peace, the canal would water parched land to produce food for the country's food banks. Unfortunately, the labor to build the structure was a resentful workforce with revenge on their minds. The construction crews were littered with saboteurs who were mixing a "crumble chemical" into the building material such that the wall structure would dissolve not long after it was completed. The enemy's ultimate goal was to control the Western Hemisphere. First, they had to take over the U.S. who was the only country strong enough to stop them.

In retrospect, two years earlier a suspicious killer virus struck the U.S. murdering thousands in a poor attempt to wipe-out Americans. But a CDC vaccine diluted the anemic disease from its purpose. It was a strange event that surfaced many questions about where it began and the human condition that started it. But the plan needed to be swift, thorough, and safe from self-inflicting harm and malicious discovery.

The enemy's combined forces remained mysterious. The fighting force known as the Western Hemisphere Armed Forces (WHAF) had yet to invade the U. S. Aside from gaining residence and familiarity with our land, they worked at gaining the Americans' trust. but their The infiltrator segment adjusted well to our lifestyles socializing with our families and friends in plain sight.

Quite by accident, I came to possess a cryptic map with the shape of the United States drawn on it - a left-hand overlay was sketched over the U. S. - the map resembled a marijuana leaf. Without any of the lines labeled, nothing I looked at made sense. When I learned the man, who slid the map to me, as he was being dragged from a barroom, paid for it with his life, I was convinced the drawing was tied to the massacre in some way.

Before the Americans could regroup into what was left of their powerful fighting force, the WHAF attacked by landing on the California coast. They took no prisoners, except the ones they needed. All foreign survivors had the back of their right hand unmistakably tattooed with the date they were captured. Most were deported, while others were kept in labor camps to work on the country's infrastructure destruction. A few escaped never to be seen again.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: New Wave
• Seitenzahl: 350
• Erscheinungstermin: 8. Mai 2020
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9780578705125
• Artikelnr.: 59785793

Autorenporträt

Leaving my hometown for college was a dive from all I'd known into a sea of unfamiliarity. Gone were the sports I loved that kept me healthy, my friends who taught me about life via fun and games, and the experiences only found in a small town. I also left a home that I later discovered was dysfunctional. Although I earned an AA and BS degrees, college life showed me a freedom I didn't manage well. My freedom changed me. I married my college sweetheart the week after graduation, which was a month before the Woodstock music festival and three months before our "love child" was born. Full of ambition, I changed IT jobs every few years, staying on the "fast track - high potential" lists from start-up companies to mega-corporations. We started poor but built an American Dream in a few short years. On the outside, we had it all, on the inside I was dying. Drugs and alcohol finally brought me down after decades of hard-partying. In spring 1982, I returned from a long assignment in Singapore, where I stayed clean and sober. I could be myself and loved it. I moved my family out of suburbia to clean up our lives. While I attended A.A., my wife slid into the world of IV drug use. We helped her fight her demons, but that lifestyle claimed her. She chose life in a drug den several miles from us. We were in pain. My single parenting skills were inadequate, but the extra effort by each of us proved enough to get the kids' college degrees. Much of this story is about recovery from lost love, dreams of a better life, and my struggles to conquer my addictions. The evidence shows sobriety is a way of life - not an event.