“Hell yeah! That’s the sound of the final bell gents! The work day is done and I’m ready to get a drink!”

Jidal yelled loudly as he began to remove his apron from around his neck. His excitement was met with a 250 volt shock from the guards’ Lencil. Debal shook his head as his friend dropped to the floor and flopped around like a fish from the Lencil hitting flesh and sending voltage throughout Jidal’s body.

“That guy never learns.”

What Debal said was true too. Jidal got hit with the Lencil at least two times a day. Most times for the same things. Still, he never seemed to learn his lesson. Jidal rose from the floor and stood face to face with the guard. Well, face to helmet. The guards at the factory wore full resistance suits at all times. Resistance suits were full body-armor uniforms, armored glass helmets included. Resistance suits worked just like the Lencil did. They were fully charged and programmed to send 250 volts of electricity into the bodies of anyone who dared to touch them. Debal knew that his friend was still foolish enough to attempt to attack the guard even though he already knew this. He knew this from experience. Debal quickly intervened before his friend had a chance to be handed down anymore torture. Debal ran up to Jidal and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Hey! Let’s get out of here and go get that drink. I’m buying.”

The anger that showed on Jidal’s face slowly started to be replaced with a smile. Jidal loved nothing more than drinking. It was one of the few joys he had in life. Truthfully, drinking and drugs were two of the only joys that the people living in the Necropolis had in life, and even that was allowed only because it made the people in power money……




The Necropolis was the direct result of what had inevitably been coming to the Earth since the day someone figured out how to make nuclear weapons. I’m almost certain that whoever that person was, probably thought that creating such a weapon was a good idea. They probably thought that creating such a weapon would ensure one Country’s survival in this unstable world. Really, what type of crazy person would attack a Country knowing that said Country had the power to turn entire portions of the earth into a flaming ball of shit? Once one Country obtained the ability to create nuclear weapons, every Country realized that it was a necessity that they owned at least one too. Owning nuclear weapons quickly became the only way to protect one’s self and guarantee the survival of a nation. For years and years, nuclear weapons were just that. Tools that ensured a nation would survive. Nuclear weapons were mostly used for surviving and threatening. Every Country had nuclear capabilities, but no Country had ever really seriously considered using their nuclear weapons. Anyone with any sense at all knew that multiple nations firing off nuclear weapons at one another could easily mean the end of civilization here on Earth as we knew it. Nuclear weapons were more of a symbol of power than they were actual weapons here on Earth. That was until two Countries came to be ruled by two madmen at the same time. North Korea and The United States. North Korea’s leader had just come to acquire weapons with nuclear capabilities after over 50 years of trying, and he couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that the small Country was now just as much of a threat as the larger Countries. The United States had been the peacemakers of the earth for over 100 years. That changed when Americans elected a deranged lunatic who was rapidly losing his senses….and all sense of sensibility, along with any sense of reality. Instead of removing the maniac from power, a large number of Americans followed the madman. Led by an inept Congress, The American President thought that it would be a good idea to provoke the madman in North Korea who had just acquired these nuclear weapons, that he couldn’t wait to use. The president of The United States warned the madman in North Korea that if he threatened the United States, North Korea would be met with “fire and fury like the world had never seen before!” The threat of a nuclear war did not scare the madman in North Korea, it actually excited him. North Korea fired off a few nukes at South Korea. Of course, the police of the Earth stepped in to protect their foreign allies. America retaliatted and fired off at North Korea. While the United States were busy and pre-occupied with North Korea, Russia took the opportunity to let loose on The United States. Countries that weren’t directly involved in the attacks feared for their own safety. This set off a free-for-all of Countries across the Earth setting off nuclear missles and firing them at any Country they did not trust. Entire portions of Countries were demolished in the blink of an eye. Millions of humans perished in the attacks. In the end, no one won the war. All of mankind took a huge loss.


The Bible says it took God six days to create the Earth and everything else in the world. It took a nuclear war all of four days to destroy it…. well, most of it. Millions of people perished in the four day nuclear war…. millions of people also survived. Humans are adaptable creatures by nature. That adaptability was put on full display during the early hours of World War 3. People who were underground during the initial strikes, (subways, underground tunnels, etc.) were smart enough to venture further underground when the war kicked off. That quick thinking saved millions of lives. Being deep underground in the sewage system was very smelly and uncomfortable for the survivors, but they were alive. The survivors stayed underground for weeks out of fear of the radiation that surely still swirled around in the air above ground. Food was already scarce, but after a few weeks, scraps of food became like oxygen to the underground residents. Out of fear of dying of hunger, a few brave people ventured above ground in search of food and water. Nothing could’ve prepared them for what they saw when they poked their heads out of the sewers.




Throughout the course of history, America has always been suspected of causing horrendous disatsters for the sake of a few. Even in instances where a huge number of lives were lost. Things like these were always looked at as “a small price to pay for the greater good of the world.” Turns out, World War 3 was one of those things. That’s not to say that the leaders of the two Countries that started the war weren’t very stupid men who did a very stupid thing with no thought of, or plans for the future of the world…..they were. World War 3 was not planned by the president of either Country. The thing was, there were people in the United States who had prepared for such a catastrophic event. Honestly, they were a step beyond prepared, they had actually planned for World War 3. They didn’t just plan on living through World War 3, they planned on changing and owning the whole world after it. It goes without saying, that these were all very rich and powerful individuals who made these plans. Most held a passionate hate for the poor even before the war. In the new world that the group had planned, the rich would always be rich and the poor would always be poor. You see, these weren’t just rich people who were in on this plan. These were “old money” kind of rich people. Folks that came from generations of money. Turn of the century money. Families that had made their fortunes in the early 1900’s through businesses such as railroads, metal and steel, and oil. These “old money” families considered themselves dynasties. And the group named themselves as such during one of their very first meetings way back around 2008. The motivation for the Dynasty group even forming was the fear of a black man winning a presidential election and becoming the first African-American president the Country had ever seen. Just the thought of a black man holding the highest office in the nation made most members of The Dynasty sick to their stomachs. These men carried that sickness throughout the entire 2008 presidential¬† election. After delivering a passionate speech before a crowd of hundreds of thousands, at the Martin Luther King Jr. National Park in Atlanta, Georgia, on an unusually cold October night, it started to become more and more clear to the group, that The Dynasty’s biggest fears were actually going to come true. This black man was going to become the next president of The United States. It was on that fateful night in October of 2008 that the group held their first secret meeting in the home of billionaire oil tycoon Everette “Big Daddy” Paulson. This wasn’t the first time Paulson tried to form a group to help him with his plans, but this was the first time he would find a group that was competent enough to help him pull off his big plans. Everette Paulson had long money. Everette Paulson had also come from long money. His great-great grandfather, Wilbur started the family’s dynasty with a $500 investment in a newspaper a friend of his was starting way back in 1903….




Owning half of anything had never been enough for Wilbur Paulson. He eventually saw to it that his partner “had a horrible accident”, that led to his death, and also led to Wilbur’s 50% ownership in the company turning into 100%. Wilbur Paulson never looked back after that. He was a cut-throat businessman who made his first million dollars before he was twenty one years old. Everette had his great-great grandaddy’s blood running through his veins. At 58 years old, Everette Paulson had personally ordered more hits on business partners and business competitors than John Gotti. Paulson was a cold-blooded murderer, but more than that, he was also considered one of the smartest businessmen who’d ever lived. Paulson was also the man who put the Dynasty group together. No one had the type of clout and respect that was needed to get all of these billionaires together in one room except Paulson. From hearing that a small group managed to take over the whole world, you would think that there were a bunch of members of that group, right? Wrong! The Dynasty group was made up of four billionaires. These four billionaires weren’t even the richest people in the United States. The thing that made these four billionaires special was the power and influence they possessed. The members of this group had every law enforcement and political entity on their payroll in one form or another. Sometimes having someone on your payroll, meant having some dirt on them that you could use to blackmail that person. From local police officers all the way up to the head of The Justice Department , Congress, and even the President Of The United States. That last part was the issue that bothered The Dynasty most. They knew that their money and power were not going to be enough to control the newly elected, incorruptible, black president of the United States. Just thinking about this gave The Dynasty many sleepless nights.










Ground Zero
(July 4th 2008)



Everette Paulson
Washington D.C

“Everette! Everette! You’re missing the fireworks!”

Everette Paulson heard his wife calling him, but he did not move from his seat in front of the 60′ television in his living room. Everette looked at the television in total disbelief.

“That black sonofabitch is going to pull it off!”

Everette angrily threw his drink clear across the room. The glass barely missed his wife as she headed in his direction. She let out a scream before she angrily yelled at her husband of 32 years.

“EVERETTE MICHAEL PAULSON! You turn that television off right now! Whatever it is you’re watching that’s making you so angry is messing up our whole holiday! The kids and grandkids are outside watching the fireworks and everybody’s looking for you. Stop working for ten minutes and come spend some time with your damn family!”

Betsy Paulson picked up the glass that Everette had angrily tossed before she turned around and stormed out of the room.


Everette yelled out. Betsy was already long gone. Everette reached for his remote and turned the television off. Everette reached into his desk drawer and pulled out his favorite mirror before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of cocaine. Everette dumped the contents of the $20 bag of cocaine onto the mirror before he quickly pulled out his razor blade and made a few neat lines with the cocaine. Everette rolled up a $100 bill and snorted the coke off of the mirror almost as quickly as he’d poured it on there. Everette wiped his nose as he looked around for his drink. He cussed under his breath when he realized he’d thrown it across the room. Everette grabbed his hot beer sitting on the table.

“I guess this will have to do.”

Everette rubbed his hands together and smiled after he took a swig from the beer.

“Alright. I’m ready to go have some family fun!”




Ryan “Sonny” Allen & Charles Watson IV
Atlanta & Miami Beach

“And together we can, not only be the change we need, more importantly, together we can be the change we can believe in!”

Sonny looked around and took in the scene as the crowd went crazy when Illinois Senator Ronald Billups recited his popular campaign slogan to a crowd of excited millions. The crowd seemed to be in a trance as they held onto Billups’ every word. Sonny had seen Senator Billups give speeches on television plenty of times since he’d been on the presidential campain trail, but to see it in person was a remarkable sight. Billups becoming the next president of the United States was the very last thing that Sonny wanted, but even he had to admit that what he was witnessing right now…first hand…was something amazing. Sonny could actually feel the energy in the air as the crowd cheered loudly at the top of their lungs. Sonny had been in denial for a long time, but he couldn’t deny the truth as it looked him directly in the face. Ronald Billups, the Democratic Senator from the State of Illinois…..wait, I forgot the most important part. Ronald Billups, the AFRICAN-AMERICAN Democratic Senator from the State of Illinois, was going to be the 44th President of The United States unless some crazy unforeseen events took place.


Sonny removed his hat and glasses as he entered his black limousine.

“Pour me a fuckin’ drink bitch!”

Molly, Sonny’s longtime assistant did as she was ordered without one word said. Molly had been Sonny’s personal assistant for over 10 years. It was not surprising to her at all to hear her boss call her a bitch. She’d heard him call people much worse things.

“Get Charles on the phone.”

Sonny was already handing Molly her next order before she’d even had a chance to finish completing the first one, which was making Sonny a drink. Molly was a pro though. Multi-tasking was her specialty. Molly carefully mixed her boss’s favorite cocktail as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Charles Watson’s secretaries’ number at the same time. Seconds later she handed both to Sonny.

“Mr. Watson is on the line sir.”

Sonny grabbed his drink and the phone at the same time. He took a huge gulp of vodka, orange juice, and pineapple juice before he spoke into the phone.

“Charles. I just witnessed it with my own eyes. We’re in trouble. That mutherfucker might win this thing!”

Sonny Allen and Charles Watson had not only been friends since high school, they were also business partners in many businesses. None bigger, or more profitable than manipulating stock prices for their own personal gain. Things like this took lots and lots of money, and even more connections with the right people. Charles and Sonny had major connects in the SEC. (Securites And Exchange Commission) Those connections….. or lack there of, were the reason why many people got locked up for doing the exact same thing that Sonny and Charles did for a living. And it was the reason that Charles and Sonny were able to get away with what they did to make money. Charles and Sonny were little more than Wall Street crooks the likes of Bernie Madoff. Bernie was arrested and accused of running one of the, if not THEE biggest Ponzi scheme in history. Bernie took a lot of money from people, but his crooked accomplishments didn’t come close to what Charles and Sonny had done in their lifetimes. The duo had robbed unsuspecting investors for amounts that ran up into the double digit billions! Bernie couldn’t accomplish that if he’d lived three lifetimes. The connections, scheme, or ability to carry it out weren’t new ideas that came from the minds of Sonny and Charles. These ideas had been passed down to the duo from their fathers who had done the same type of things. And their father’s fathers had also done the same things. Always on much smaller levels. Charles and Sonny both came from old money. Old money that had been passed down for generations and had allowed generations of Allen’s and Watson’s to live the kind of lifestyles that most people couldn’t even imagine. Those lifestyles were being put in jeopardy with the rise of Senator Billups. Outside of change and an equal playing field for all, one of Billups’ main rallying cries was to crack down on the Wall Street crooks who robbed poor and middle class citizens for a living. Billups had even mentioned Charles and Sonny by name during a few of his campaign rallies! They were becoming targets. Public enemy numero uno! The dynamic duo of thieves were staring directly down the barrel of a R.I.C.O indictment if Billups won the race for the presidency. Both men were more than certain of that!

“What do you mean you just saw it with your own eyes?”

Charles casually spoke into the phone as he sipped from his Margarita that included tiny wooden umbrellas, just how he liked them.

“I mean, I am here! At the rally in downtown Atlanta! People are going fucking crazy! I’m telling you, this guy’s going to win if we don’t do something, and do it now!”

Sonny hysterically yelled into the telephone. Charles sighed. This was just like Sonny, being a damn drama King as usual. Sonny and Charles were as different as night and day. Their differences were one of the main things that made the duo such a great team. Sonny was overly cautious about everything, where Charles mostly did things on a whim. Charles always did things at the spur of the moment without any thoughts at all given to the consequences for his actions. There was a good reason Charles was this way. He’d learned at the young age of 12 that money could buy your way out of any kind of trouble. His father Charles Watson III had taught him that much. Not by his words, but more by his actions. Young Charles set his school on fire when he was 12 years old. Burned the whole joint down to the ground. It didn’t even take a full two hours before the authorities tracked the culprit down. The evidence was overwhelming. Charles was still wearing the gasoline soaked clothes when the police caught up to him. Not only that, a store across the street from the school also had Charles on video committing the crime. The good news was that the school was empty because of summer vacation when young Charles set the building ablaze. Even still, Charles was taken down to the station by the two officers who’d done the great police work of tracking down the leads that led them to the young arsonist. Charles sat in the police district for all of 10 minutes before his father burst through the doors followed by a team of lawyers, four local politicians, and one very powerful United States Congressmen. He was furious. Not at his son…..Charles’ dad was furious that the police had the nerve to arrest his son. Even though his son was guilty as hell. Charles Watson III was a very powerful, rich, and popular man in his small Madison town in Mississippi. Charles Watson had no official title in the small town, but everybody in Madison knew that nothing got done, or moved around here period, without the approval of one Charles Watson III. Charles had poured more money into his hometown than anyone in the towns’ history. And he damn sure didn’t do it out of the kindness of his heart! He did it to ensure the status of his families’ name in this town for decades to come. He did the same thing his father had done before him, the same thing his daddy’s daddy had done, and he was doing the same thing he hoped his 12 year old son would do in the future. On paper, Charles Watson III was the biggest real estate mogul around, but unofficially, Charles Watson III was the connects, connect. He was one of the biggest drug traffickers/money launderers in the Country. Charles was not actually in the drug game. His money came from renting his jets to drug kingpins who lived in other Countries and giving them a safe place to land with their drug shipments in the United States. At a private airport owned by…… Charles, of course. Charles’ airport never had any heat from the authorities. Local or Federal. Why would it? Charles had every cop, fed, and politician in this town, and the entire state of Mississippi, in his back pocket. Not only did Charles III walk into that police district and forcefully convince them to reconsider charging his son with the crime, he also managed to get the two arresting officers fired immediately. Young Charles learned a valuable lesson that day. Having money and power meant that you could do whatever the hell you wanted, to whomever you wanted to do things to, and get away with it! Money and power placed you above the average citizen. Even more important than having money and power was being born white. Young Charles took his newfound knowledge of the way the world operates and understanding of white privilege, and put it to good use. Between the ages of 13-18, Charles committed every crime imaginable. Including rape, robbery, and even murder……of a dog, but murder nonetheless. Charles III paid his son’s way into prestigious Yale University upon completion of high school. Young Charles was not an extraordinary student. He wasn’t even an average student. But money talked and bullshit ran a marathon. At Yale, was where Charles met other young privileged white youth like himself. Including his new best friend Sonny. Charles and Sonny wasted no time in putting their white privilege to use. The two frequently did small things such as buying alcohol with fake ID’s and picking up prostitutes and not paying them. The pair’s lives changed as they sat around smoking weed inside Sonny’s plush college-bachelor pad that was fully paid for by his father. The two were supposed to be in class, but of course they weren’t. They figured class was a waste of time being as though their rich daddies were going to ensure that they passed all of their classes and graduated on time anyway. Sonny stared at the television, entranced, as he watched an infomercial for a “how to get rich in 30 days or less” seminar. Sonny wasn’t amazed by the sales pitch. He knew that the guy was selling bullshit. The thing that amazed Sonny was how many poor people were probably at home watching this and believing the bullshit that the salesman was pitching. That was the day Sonny and Charles began a partnership that would easily surpass anything their fathers and grandfathers had ever dreamed of doing. Sonny and Charles made out a business presentation, complete with graphs, charts, and made-up investors. Most were rich and well known friends of their families’ who had no clue that the two were using their names as references. Sonny and Charles took their presentation and sold the idea to their fellow rich classmates. They were going to invent a wonder drug! A mind altering drug that made people three times smarter in a matter of hours. The kicker, was that the effect of the drug wore off after two hours. So customers would always need to buy more pills. Once a customer was hooked, they could drive the price up as high as they wanted. There was no competition on the market. Their aspiring classmates/business students eagerly brought the bullshit line. They did more than buy it. Those fools emptied out their trust funds for an opportunity to get in on the bottom floor of this profitable new business venture that was going to change the market and possibly the world! Sonny and Charles collected from willing investors daily. They were even smart enough to show big money people a little return on their investment. A return that most greedy investors doubled down on instead of taking what they got and cashing out. Sonny and Charles ran the scam for their full four year term at the school. Shortly after graduating, the two simply informed their investors that the FDA had not approved their drug and the whole venture had gone belly-up. Charles and Sonny claimed to have lost millions of dollars in the deal also. Of course they didn’t. Sonny and Charles took their scheming ways to Wall Street after graduation. They didn’t work for anyone. They started their own investment firm with the money they’d made in college. They mostly pushed bullshit penny stocks to unsuspecting investors who knew absolutely nothing about the market. The bullshit stocks were surely going to go belly-up anyway, but Charles and Sonny never even bothered to invest the money they collected from their investors. They simply pocketed the money. Millions! As time went on, Charles and Sonny developed more and more intricate scams that netted the duo millions of dollars. By the time they were 28 years old, the two were billionaires who were considered the wiz kids of Wall Street. Sonny and Charles brought power at every level with their huge profits. Things were going great for the two. Getting locked up had never even been a distant thought or possibility…….until Ronald Billups decided to run for president of The United States. Ronald Billups was going to be a huge problem for the duo if he managed to get elected.







Linda Binghampton
Manhattan, New York


“What is it Nigel?! I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed!”

“Umm, Ms. Binghampton, Senator Wesley is on line 1. He said it’s important.”

Nigel nervously answered from the other side of the door. Linda sighed.

“Alright. Give me two minutes and then put him through.”

Linda suspiciously peeked under her desk and frowned.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You stop when I tell you to!”

Linda opened her legs and leaned back in her chair. Mitch dug his head back deep into Linda’s aging box that had well over 100,000 miles on it, where it had been before he’d attempted to come up for air. Linda tried to shove Mitch’s whole head inside of her. Like a reverse child birth or some shit. Linda moaned in pure joy as Mitch’s tongue probed around deeply inside of her gold mine. Mitch was not Linda’s husband, boyfriend, lover, or even a one-night stand/booty call. Mitch was one of Linda’s young interns. Linda Binghampton was a strong, powerful businesswoman with an even stronger and more powerful sex drive. Linda Binghampton was a 55 year old super cougar. 25 was considered old to Linda. She preferred her sexual conquest to be in the 21-24 year old range. And just as in the business world…..Linda always got what Linda wanted. After Linda was brought to her third orgasm in the last 15 minutes she roughly pushed Mitch’s head away before she stood up and pulled her expensive designer dress down and made herself presentable. Linda grabbed a towel from her desk and threw it at Mitch.

“Wipe your damn face off before you walk out of my office! You got pussy juice dripping all down your face. Looking like a damn baby! And hurry the hell up!”

“Right away Ms. Binghampton!”

Mitch quickly wiped his face before he rose from his knees and quietly rushed out of Linda’s office. Linda watched Mitch leave her office with pure disgust in her eyes.

“I hate weak ass men. They’re not good for anything but sucking pussy!”

Linda slowly walked to her luxurious bar and poured herself a Vodka tonic before she walked back to her desk and sat down. Linda pushed the button on her intercom to talk to her secretary.

“Put him through Nigel.”

Seconds later, Linda heard the sound of the Republican Senator William Wesley from Arizona…. and his irritating voice on the other end of the phone. Wesley was the type of guy who attempted to carry himself with masculinity, but his overcompensating somehow managed to make him look like even more of a whimp.

“Linda! How are you doing today beautiful?”

Linda sighed loudly before she spoke.

“Cut the bullshit William. You and I both know that you will never get close to having this pussy sitting on your face. If we were the last two people on the Earth, I’d go fuck a goat before I fucked you! Now, if we’re done with the pleasantries for the day……what do you got for me?”

William paused before he spoke. Linda had just delivered a vicious blow to William’s pride and ego. William’s ego would only be temporarily bruised though. He was one of those dudes who seemed to forget being humiliated by women in a matter of seconds. William was the type of guy who really lived the “shoot your shot until there are no more balls left in the gym” motto. This was not the first time that Linda had blatantly let William know that he didn’t have a chance in hell with her, this probably wasn’t going to be the last time either.

“I had my private investigator look into the guy, and I even had my connections down in the FEDS take a peek at this guy. The man is completely clean. Not a traffic ticket, not even a damn jaywalking ticket. Nothing! The guy is like some type of adult boyscout or something.”

Linda sucked her teeth loudly. This was complete bullshit! Linda had been around the block long enough to know for a fact that, a politician this clean had never been born. The people that the Senator hired obviously didn’t know what the hell they were doing. That, or either they had no idea where to look at to find some dirt. Wesley was basically useless to Linda as far as this was concerned, but she still needed him for his vote in the Senate. That was the only thing preventing Linda from cussing this idiot out right now.

“Well, thanks for your help. You’ve been very useful. If I….”

The Senator quickly interrupted before Linda had the chance to cut this useless conversation short.

“Wait, wait, wait Linda! You promised me! I did my part. It’s not my fault things didn’t turn out the way you wanted them to. I think I should still be compensated for my effort. Friends in The Senate are a good thing to have as I know you’re fully aware of.”

Linda sighed before she grabbed her cell phone from the desk and opened up her flip phone. She leaned back in her chair and opened her legs wide before she snapped a picture. Linda found Wesley’s name in her contacts and sent the picture.

“Enjoy, you fuckin’ dirty little pervert!”

Linda hung up the phone and sighed. This was bad. Not the part about her sending “up skirt” pics to The Senator. That was business as usual. What was bad for Linda, was the Senator Ronald Billups from Illinois. He was bad for business. Very bad for business for people like Linda. And he was going to win. That much was clear to anyone that was paying the least bit of attention. If what Wesley said was true, then Ronald Billups wasn’t even blackmailable. Was it really possible that an elected official had no scandals at all? None? A black man at that? Not even any out of wedlock kids hiding anywhere? Linda didn’t think such a thing was possible. There was no way that Linda was about to sit back and allow Ronald Billups to interfere with her business empire with his stupid ass morals either. Linda knew that if she wanted to get some evidence against Billups that she could use to blackmail him, she was going to need to go out there and get it herself. Even better, she was going to go out there and create a “Billups related scandal!”










The Crossroads
(July 12, 2008)



Philadelphia, PA

“Senator Billups, your speech is ready sir. I already looked it over for you. Everything looks good. I’m going to go ahead and edit and print it up now if that’s okay with you.”

Billups frowned at Frank, his hired campaign manager.

“Let me look it over Frank. I’ll get back to you and let you know if I approve.”

Frank hesitated before he nodded and finally passed the papers to Billups who sat the papers on his lap.

“I’m going to give these a look as soon as I finish eating Frank.”

Frank nodded before he turned and left the room. Billups looked over at his best friend since their high school days, Corey after Frank exited the office inside the Senator’s plush Center City hotel suite.

“What do you think of him Corey?”

Corey shook his head as he bit into his turkey sandwich.

“I don’t trust that sneaky muthafucka! I don’t trust that bitch ass muthafucka’ at all!”

Ronald and Corey were both in agreement on that opinion. The difference between Ronald and Corey was, that Corey was blunt enough to say it and believe it. Ronald wasn’t. And it wasn’t just with Frank either. Ever since he was a kid, Ronald Billups believed that there was some good in everyone. Ronald held onto his beliefs even when people were biased against him for no reason other than the color of his skin. Ronald faced that type of discrimination the minute he stepped foot onto Harvard’s College campus. Ronald and Corey were two, of a very few black faces around campus. There were even less black and other minority faces centered around the law courses at Harvard. Ronald and Corey both had earned the right to attend this school by hard work. The admissions officials at the college recognized that both were a great addition to the school immediately. And the partial scholarships that both were awarded, were earned and deserved. Ronald and Corey’s names rang bells around the University before either had even stepped foot on the campus. It was well known that the two were scholars. This knowledge didn’t stop their classmates from attempting to delegitimize the pair at every turn. Ronald and Corey had to do double the work their peers did just to be looked upon as equals. This did not deter the pair. As a matter of fact, it made them push harder. Ronald faced the criticism by excelling in class. Corey did the same, but Corey also wasn’t shy about letting his classmates know how he really felt either. How did Corey feel about things? Corey believed with all of his heart that his classmates were privileged, racist, white boys who had never had to work for anything in their whole lives. Life had been handed to them on a silver platter. After college, the friends attended separate law schools on opposite ends of the Country. Their friendship never wavered. The two still managed to talk on the phone daily and meet in person once a month. After law school, the friends took very separate paths. Ronald got a job in the prosecutor’s office in Chicago. Corey took a job with a well known law firm that did criminal law out in Baltimore. Being on opposite sides of the law put a little strain on the friendship, but the pair remained close. After six years at the prosecutor’s office, Ronald caught an interest in politics. His thinking was that he could do much more for his City as a representative than he could ever do as a prosecutor. Ronald had always been a great public speaker. That greatness fast tracked him from local politics, to the National stage in the blink of an eye. Ronald married his college sweetheart Nichole shortly before his overwhelming Senate victory. Ronald and Nichole had two daughters. Ronald served six years in the Senate before he decided to make a run for the office of the Presidency of The United States. He was convinced that right now was the right time. People were fed up with the government always taking away from the poor to give to the rich. The people of the United States were looking for an equalizer. Someone who could level out the playing field so that poor people could be afforded the same opportunities that the rich had always had. Ronald stepped up to fill that void. The people of the United States responded with overwhelming support of the Democratic candidate. Ronald was surrounded by people he was not familiar with. People he was not sure if he could trust. Ronald bought in his old college friend to hopefully be the eyes that could see what his could not.


Ronald shook his head and laughed at his good friend.

“You don’t trust nobody do you? You’ve always been like that.”

Corey smirked.

“I don’t know about all of that, but I do know that sonofabitch Frank is no good. Trust me. Where the fuck did all of these assistants and campaign managers and shit come from anyway? Why you got so many white people around this joint? Where all of the brothas’ and sistas’ at bruh?”

Ronald casually flagged his good friend.

“Here you go with this shit again. Chill out Malcolm X. Or should I say Dr. King? Which one are you today?”

Both men laughed. Moments later they were interrupted by Ronald’s secretary Rebecca who peeked her head into the office.

“Excuse me sir, but are we still doing that thing?”

Ronald raised an eyebrow curiously. He was clearly lost in this whole conversation.

“Please remind me what thing you’re speaking of Becca?”

“Volunteers for the campaign here in Philadelphia. Is that still on, or should I change plans? There’s a young man here who says he’s interested in volunteering.”

Ronald smacked himself upside the head.

“Oh yeah! I forgot all about that! I’m glad you reminded me Rebecca. Yes, send the young man in right away please.”

Ronald turned to Corey after Rebecca stepped out of the room.

“Can you believe I forgot about one of my main goals of coming to Philly other than to speak at the convention?”

Corey nodded.

“Yup, you would forget your damn head if it wasn’t attatched to your shoulders!”

Both men broke out laughing. Mostly because both knew that it was true. Ronald often forgot about things that he’d just been reminded of five minutes prior. Such was the life of a very busy man with a full schedule every single day. Corey interrupted the laughter.

“I ain’t gonna forget that I need to holla’ at you about that piece of shit Frank either. We can speak about that a little later though. Right now let’s concentrate on building up a strong base here in Philly. Hopefully the young man waiting outside can help with that.”

Ronald nodded hopefully. Out of all of the places in Pennsylvania, Ronald was strangely having trouble gaining momentum in Philadelphia. That was strange because Philly was a historically Democratic city. Corey immediately suspected foul play. It took him a few months, but he had finally gotten Ronald to come around to seeing things his way. When Ronald finally came to his senses he was upset with himself for not suspecting foul play sooner. Ronald leaped into action immediately though. He fired the entire Philadelphia staff, except for a few loyalist. Which was definitely a dangerous thing to do being as though they were now this late in the campaign. Election day was only a few months away.




Frank stood directly outside of Ronald Billup’s office door with his ear pressed against it.

“Fuck! I can’t hear shit!”

Frank frowned. He quickly put on his best fake smile when he saw Billups’ secretary Rebecca headed toward the door.

“How’s it going today Rebecca?”

“Good. Thanks for asking. I’m about to go in here and talk to Mr. Billups about our Philadelphia campaign recruitment efforts. Did you know that we got rid of almost half of the old staff?”

Frank nodded.

“Yeah, and good riddance to them! Those damn corruptable bastards! Anybody who’s not fully on board with Mr. Billups needs to be replaced immediately!”

“Yeah, I agree one hundred percent. Excuse me Frank.”

Frank nodded and took a quick peek at Rebecca’s ass as she poked her head inside Billups’ office before entering. Frank smiled as he headed toward the elevator. His smile was partially about the joy of checking out Rebecca’s ass in her tight dress, but most of Frank’s joy came because he was smarter than everybody here, including Senator Billups. And he knew it. Frank was the one who’d sent Billups on a wild-goose chase trying to find the loose link in his campaign staff here in Philadelphia. Billups had fired over 100 people and still had not even come close to discovering the real culprit behind the leaks. If Billups weren’t so trustworthy, it wouldn’t have taken him long to figure out that Frank was the source of the leaks. Frank didn’t have evil intentions, he didn’t even dislike Billups. Hell, Frank thought Billups was actually a good dude. Maybe too good to be President of The United States. The reason that Frank was attempting to sabotage Billups’ campaign was purely financial.







Frank had a trickin’ and gambling habit that you wouldn’t believe unless you witnessed it firsthand. Frank’s debts to the various pimps, loansharks, and underworld figures he owed money to easily reached into the hundreds of thousands. Frank was in a hole that he most likely was never going to be able to climb up out of. Especially when you considered the fact that Frank was still piling on debt to the debt he already owed. Frank had been a lowly, part-time tax preparer and part-time private security detail person for a few local celebrities and wanna-be celebrities. That was before the night he had a pillow case placed over his head and was forcefully pushed into the back of a black Lincoln sedan as he came stumbling out of a local bar on a rainy night over a year ago.




Frank was knocked out cold by the two henchmen that abducted him. He awoke in a plush hotel suite in Washington D.C. The first face he saw when he came to, was that of billionaire businessman Everette Paulson. Paulson’s face was not one that was widely known to the public. Paulson mostly lived his life in the shadows. The reason Frank recognized Paulson’s face, was because Everette Paulson had made the mistake of allowing Forbes Magazine to take his photo and write an article about him when he made the Forbes top ten richest people in America’s list. Paulson quickly realized his mistake, and dived back into the shadows after allowing his picture to be made public back in 2002. Paulson had managed to keep himself out of the public light ever since. Most people forgot all about the billionaire. But Frank didn’t. After reading the article about how Paulson had outsmarted powerful men from every Country in the world while building his business empire, Paulson had become Frank’s idol and role model. Honestly, Frank would never come close to being anything like Everette Paulson. He didn’t have the hustle, discipline, or desire to crush anyone who dared to oppose him. Paulson informed Frank that he wanted him to do a job for him. A job that was going to pay $100,000 cash! With that type of money on the line, Paulson’s offer was a hard one to turn down. One hundred grand wasn’t even enough money to get Frank out of all of the debt he owed around town, but it would definitely be enough money to buy him some more time, and even more importantly, allow him to run up some more credit with his debtors. Honestly, Frank would’ve taken the job even if it was for less money. Frank wanted nothing more than to get in good with a rich and powerful man like Everette Paulson. That was the type of thing that could change a person’s whole life. Paulson put Frank up in one of his plush Washington D.C. hotels and told him that he would be briefed about the job bright and early the next morning.


Frank was awakened at 7:00 a.m. the next morning by someone banging on his suite’s front door like the police. Frank opened the door to see two men dressed in black suits and wearing dark sunglasses standing there. They handed him a plane ticket to Illinois and a check for $10,000. One of the men informed Frank that he was going to be met by his contact in Illinois when his plane landed. That was it. Frank’s mission, or job description was very vague at the time. Frank didn’t care though. He had a $10,000 check in his hands. The first of many more to come……he hoped. Frank was met at the airport by an older looking white man with grey hair and a matching grey beard when he landed. He introduced himself as Wolf. No last name was given, and Frank seriously doubted that Wolf was even the old man’s real name. When Frank got into the limousine with Wolf, and Wolf informed him that they were headed to U.S Senator Ronald Billups’ campaign office, Frank’s reason for being here in Illinois began to become a little more clear to him. Paulson had hired him to kill Ronald Billups! Frank was not a killer. He’d never been a killer. This type of shit was more than he was capable of….even for $100,000. Frank hated to do it, but he was going to have to turn this job down and give the $10,000 he’d already collected back. Frank pulled the envelope from his pocket that contained his $10,000 payment and attempted to pass it to Wolf.

“Look man, here’s the money back that I’ve been paid. You can take me right back to the airport. I’m a lot of things, but a contract killer is not one of them.”

Wolf did not reach for the envelope. He never even took his hands off of the steering wheel, or his eyes off of the road.

“Nobody wants you to kill anyone.”

“Well what am I here to do then?”

“You’ll find out when it’s time for you to know.”

Wolf and Frank drove in complete silence after the brief exchange. Wolf parked in front of a white building right outside of Arlington Heights. The two sat quietly for two minutes before a young white woman who appeared to be about 25-years old or younger came walking out of the building. She peeked around as if someone were watching her before she hurriedly headed towards the car and hopped into the back seat. She was barely seated before she started talking at a rapid pace.

“I did my part. I want to talk to my daughter to make sure she’s okay! You told me that after I did what you said, you would let me!”

Wolf slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a yellow envelope. He counted out $2500 before he passed the bills to the young woman.

“I got one more job for you. This is Frank. Introduce him to Billups and get Frank on as a trusted campaign person.”

The woman sighed loudly before she looked at Wolf like he was crazy.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that!? I’m not even a trusted campaign person! This isn’t even the main office anymore! Billups never comes through here. He uses the Deerfield office more than this one.”

Wolf slowly nodded.

“Well, if he doesn’t come through here that much anymore, then you know you need to make the most out of the opportunity when he does. Or go to him. I don’t care how you do it. Your job is to get Frank here inside the inner circle. Capiche? Now get the fuck out of my car.”

The young lady rolled her eyes before she got out of the car and headed back toward the office. Frank watched from his seat in the car. He turned to Wolf to ask a question about the kid the girl had asked about. Before he could ask any questions, Wolf was talking to him.

“What are you waiting for? Get the fuck out and get to work!”

Frank briefly thought about protesting. He still had no idea what the hell his job was supposed to be. When Frank caught a glimpse of the Glock hanging from Wolf’s waistband he thought better of asking any questions. He’d just have to figure it out himself.


Frank followed the young lady into the office. She later introduced herself to him as Brooke. Brooke was a blonde hair, 24-year old, aspiring actress. At least that was what she said. Brooke said that she was hoping to save up enough money to set herself up in L.A., in the hope of being discovered. Frank listened to Brooke talk, but he found her plan hard to comprehend, being as though the only job Brooke had, that he knew of, was this one as a campaign volunteer. Most people here didn’t get paid. Brooke was one of the few who did, but how much money could possibly be in this type of thing? Frank would soon discover just how naive this type of thinking was. Frank was shocked to learn that he had his own little office inside the headquarters. That, along with many other things had been taken care of for him beforehand. Frank was touted as a campaign specialist, even though he’d never done this type of job before in his life. He really didn’t even have an idea what was going on. Brooke walked him through the process though. Campaigning was 95% advertising and begging for money from wealthy donors. Well, not exactly begging, it was more like dealing. The art of making promises that you surely wouldn’t be able to keep, in return for some money right now. Frank was perfect for this job. For years he’d been managing to talk bookies into giving him lines of credit, even though he was in debt to every bookie in the city. Frank even talked himself out of beatdowns for not paying what he owed on time……on many occasions. Frank had his new personal assistant Brooke, make him a list of every businessman in the area. Frank then got up off of his ass and hit the local bars. Frank asked around about where he could purchase drugs. He started with heroin. Frank was introduced to a guy who he paid to introduce him to his boss. Frank worked his way up the heroin ladder from there. Promising every heroin boss the world in return for a campaign contribution. It worked. All the dealers could see was a white man in a nice suit who spoke as if he really knew what he was talking about. Every drug dealer dreamed of having political connections. Frank was promising them just that, in return for a substantial donation of course. Frank hit up the big bosses of every drug in the city. Heroin, crack, cocaine, weed, Estacy…..the list went on and on and on. Frank managed to get money from all of them. Frank then took on the task of speaking with the local business owners. Just like with the drug dealers, Frank promised them the world in return for a campaign contribution, and their votes of course. Frank found that many of the business owners also had some type of illegal side businesses going on. For the promise of having the cops and FEDS look the other way while they did their business, they gladly gave huge donations. Of course, Frank’s promises were all bullshit. At this point, he had no pull with anyone of any importance in the world, especially not the FEDS or the local police. In a months’ time, Frank had collected over $5 million in campaign contributions. A big portion of which came from drug dealers and other shady characters. Frank could not account for the money from the illegal sources. What he did was upped the contributions of the legal business owners……on paper. If a business gave $20,000, Frank would just write it up as $40,000 or $50,000. Frank even managed to pocket almost $125,000 for himself in the process. $4 million and some change was more than this whole office could ever dream of raising in a whole year. When Frank told Brooke she was ecstatic. Frank had basically did her job for her. The only thing she needed to do now was contact Billups’ people. Once Billups heard about how much money Frank raised for the campaign he would surely want Frank close to him. Then her job would be done. She would have her money, get her child back from the kidnappers, and be on her way to California.


Things went down exactly how Brooke had hoped they would. Once Billups got wind of Frank’s great fundraising efforts, he invited Frank to join him at the main headquarters in Deerfield and work by his side. The night Frank got the call from Billups’ people, Frank’s cell phone rang. It was Wolf congratulating him on successfully accomplishing the first mission, and briefing him on the next mission. Frank’s next mission was to get some dirt on Congressman Ronald Billups. Not just dirt, but documented dirt. Recordings or video.










The Man With The Plan
(September 17, 2008)




Paulson Luxury Suites
Washington, D.C.


“Mr. Paulson, all of the guest have arrived. They’re seated in the study.”

Everette Paulson flagged his secretary, Dana away dismissively. As Dana turned and walked away, Paulson suddenly remembered something important. He stopped her before she reached the door.


Dana stopped walking and turned around to face her boss.


“Show me those tits one time before you leave.”

Dana didn’t skip a beat as she removed her 36DD breast from their resting place inside of her bra. She let her huge melons sit atop her white blouse for a full 10 seconds before she reholstered the lethal weapons and headed out the door. She did it like it was nothing. It really wasn’t. At least, not to her and most of Paulson’s other female employees. Just like 90% of aging, successful, crooked, rich, white men, Everette Paulson was an old ass pervert. Everette Paulson was a pervert, but he paid his employees very well. At least, the white ones. Everette Paulson hired no employees who were in close proximity to him for any extended period of time who were minorities. Everette Paulson was an unapologetic racist. He was raised that way as a child, and had remained that way throughout his 58 years of life. Paulson had always been rich his whole life. He knew nothing other than being rich. Paulson believed that those who weren’t rich were beneath him, and should always remain that way. Paulson also hated the fact that things like sports, entertainment, and now the internet, helped to make people who weren’t white males like himself, very rich. Paulson hated that shit with a passion. He liked to be entertained by minorities, but he didn’t believe they should have as much money as he did. Paulson honestly hated minorities. Everette Paulson was also a regular supporter of the Klu Klux Klan. That was a trait that had been passed down to him from his late father. Just like his father had, Paulson believed in the Klan’s message of white superiority and separatism. And just like his late father had, Paulson dreamed of the day when the white man would once again be great. To Paulson, and like minded individuals, great meant unchallenged superiority. Paulson only knew of one way to accomplish that goal for people like himself. Fear. Paulson truly believed that fear was the great motivator. Fear of being deported was what would keep the Mexicans in check. Fear of being killed or arrested was what would keep the black folks in check. Fear of getting slapped across their faces was what would keep women in check. Fear of execution and complete eradication was what would keep Muslims, and every other religion other than “White Christians” – also known as “Patriots” in check. And fear of being denounced and degraded for simply being themselves, was what would keep the whole LGBTQ community in check. In Everette Paulson’s eyes, fear was a good thing. It worked for Adolph Hitler back in Nazi Germany, why the hell couldn’t it work for him and his ilk in today’s times? All he needed was enough like minded people with enough money and resources. That was exactly what Everette Paulson hoped awaited him in the next room. Like minded people.


The light conversation that had been taking place in the study room of Everette Paulson’s plush penthouse suite ceased the minute Everette Paulson slowly walked into the room. His guests watched in awe as Paulson made his way to his seat and was served a drink by a female member of his staff. You ever heard of E.F. Hutton? The guy everybody stopped what they were doing to listen to every time he spoke because he always had great investing advice? Paulson was like E.F. Hutton multiplied by two. Not only did people stop what they were doing and listen when Paulson talked, people stopped what they were doing and stared at Paulson in awe whenever they were in his presence. The respect that Paulson’s name carried was what allowed him to get these three people in a room together. Sonny Allen and Charles Watson were two very rich and powerful men. Linda Binghampton was a woman who was equally rich and powerful. All three were included in the list of the top 100 richest people in the United States. But if you added in the groups’ illegal monies, each were easily bumped up to the top 10 or 20. The people seated in this room were bosses. The kind of bosses who didn’t wait for anything. People waited for them. Yet and still, Everette Paulson had managed to get these people to come to him for a meeting. And no one in this room doubted who was in charge. Everette Paulson lit up one of his very expensive Cuban cigars and took a long pull. He exhaled the smoke as every pair of eyes in the room eagerly waited for Everette to speak some words. After blowing a few smoke rings with the cigar and approvingly staring at it for a few seconds, Everette finally opened his mouth to speak.

“My great-grandfather came to this Country from Africo, Italy in 1901 with nothing but the clothes on his back and $7 in his pockets. Africo is a beautiful place….to tourist. However, the residents of the town are very poor. The kind of poor that we couldn’t even begin to imagine. Most young people join the Mafia. My great-grandfather didn’t. He was just an honest, hardworking man. My great-grandfather came to America with my great-grandmother and grandfather in the hopes that he could save his son from growing up and joining the Mafia. He assumed that America was the place to give his son the best opportunity of becoming something other than a mobster. My great-grandfather didn’t know one person in this Country. He didn’t even speak English. Somehow, he still managed to become one of the richest men in this Country before he died. His story is not an extraordinary one in that way. There were hundreds of thousands of people that immigrated to this Country and made something of themselves over the years. No, immigrating to this Country and making something out of nothing is not what made my great-grandfather a great man. What made him a great man was his age. Most people who immigrated to this Country and made something of themselves were young. It’s much easier for a young person to adjust to a new way of living and excel. My great-grandfather was 53 years old when he came to this Country. He had been dirt poor his whole life. Working long hours and making just barely enough to survive. This was life for him back in Italy. No aspirations for anything more. Just continue to try to get by. That changed when my great-grandfather came to the United States. Sure, he planned on working and just trying to get by, but he quickly realized that what he considered normal work, was considered very hard work to lazy Americans. What he considered regular hours, was considered extremely long working hours/overtime to Americans. My great-grandfather used that knowledge to benefit himself and his family. He worked 3 jobs, 20 hours a day. Something that most Americans wouldn’t even dream about doing. He took the money he saved and purchased a building and rented out apartments. One building turned into two, two turned into four, and so on and so on. Before he died, my great-grandfather was a millionaire. He passed his empire down to my grandfather who turned the millions into hundreds of millions. When my grandfather died he passed the empire down to my father, who turned the hundreds of millions into a few billion before he died. This is the American dream people! Going from nothing to something. As red- blooded, Aryan, white men and women, this is our right! Not every American….US! White people! The people who’ve built this great Country from the ground up. The only race who has ever made any substantial contributions to this Country. OUR COUNTRY! So, I ask you, how the fuck are we supposed to thrive in OUR Country with a fuckin’ nigger in the White House!?”

Strangely, Everette Paulson failed to see the irony in his impassioned speech. If it weren’t for his great-grandfather (an immigrant), fleeing his Country and illegally entering the United States, and the opportunities America offered his grandfather (an immigrant), Everette himself would not be the extremely rich man he is today, or even be an American citizen living in America period. And now, Everette Paulson, of all people, was preaching about being racist toward immigrants and other minorities because this was HIS, and only people who looked like himself’s Country. EYE-OR-KNEE! The guests in the room were already quiet from the moment Paulson had walked into the room, but when he got around to that last part, the room became deadly silent, with a clear sense of uncomfortability in the air from the guest. No one said anything as they focused their attention on Paulson. This racist rant was the last thing any of them were expecting to hear come out of the billionaire’s mouth. Especially International Playboy Charles Watson, who had just began a very low-key, very serious relationship with the beautiful African-American B-list actress Veronica Whatley, who he’d recently met while vacationing in Hawaii. Most of Paulson’s rags to riches story about his family’s rise to power were true. However, he conveniently left out a few important details. The first was that Paulson’s great-grandfather denounced his Italian heritage the minute he learned to speak English. His real last name wasn’t even Paulson. It was Moretti




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