BLACK PRESIDENT, Chapters 69. Hopi Indians got it right!

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CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

Sitting alone after his wife and kids had retired for the night, John Little reviewed upcoming decisions presently facing the Little Administration. As Attorney General, he had learned how pressures from senior officials could sway events, change outcomes and spend US dollars extravagantly. Certainly Bobby Kennedy had experienced a similar rude awaking in the 1960s. Government was run a lot more personally than anyone knew. Surfing around the Internet as he often did, allowing new ideas to appear with that random process, John inadvertently typed in “secret government.” Suddenly he was listening to the respected Bill Moyers discussing the Iran-Contra military action of the mid-1980s, where top intelligent officials like Bill Casey, head of the CIA, had been deeply involved in raising money for the Contras in Nicaragua. Casey’s cohorts, like General Secord, had sold arms at huge profits and had pocketed the difference. These out-of-control President Reagan appointees had seemed to be doing the Commander-in-Chief’s bidding, even though he never professed any knowledge of the arms deals or other illegal “secret-government” activities. It froze Little’s blood to see the audacity of the main players, who were as fervent as religious fanatics in their defense of the various questionable operations. Yes, admitted Secord, I did make a profit. I had to make a living, didn’t I? That had been his blatant excuse.

What worried the Attorney General was that reckless behavior by top officials, the skimming of huge profits from involvement in “official” US military operations that was still continuing, even under his own brother’s administration. The real people in power, including the billionaires in America and the mega-rich of Europe and Asia, still controlled the puppet strings of people like Jackson Little, albeit indirectly.

The President’s brother clicked “Play” on the YouTube video and watched as the narrator explained that there was no security council until 1947. The on-line history lesson went on to explain how, soon after that, the National Security Council had grabbed power. The NSC had affected the big decisions of future Presidents through tentacles that spread throughout military leadership and high government. Truman relied on his State Department associates, while Eisenhower followed the counsel of fellow military brass, both Presidents unaware of pressures exerted on their respective confidants. It had been President Kennedy who dismantled the NSC, took that bold and dangerous step so that he could actually control policy-making. He felt that the military influence was such that they could literally begin a war without his approval. That huge shakeup was again shifted when LBJ took office after the JFK assassination.

As Attorney General, John Little was not formally designated a member of the NSC, but could attend meetings as a special guest of the President. Through his brother, Jackson could immediately get a read-out on the character and nuance of his committee members, better preparing him to analyze their recommendations. He could understand what they were presenting from different angles, from personal bias and even possible profit-making motives. Jackson knew there were still clandestine arms dealers in the room, always had been since the conception of such councils of ‘trusted friends and colleagues,’ all the way back, presumably, to the Revolutionary War. John’s intuition was something his brother had long depended on, and as a twin, he was also hard-wired to what his President brother was thinking, making him doubly important to the sway and direction of government.

There was no doubt that arms dealing was one of the biggest high-dollar businesses in the world, and that it was the one thing that fueled the major political policies of governments. Some of these clandestine arms dealers were the very same politicos who sat with his brother and urged that problems be solved my military action. Nice guys, personable men and women all. But who could be trusted to look out for the country?

The facts themselves were difficult to reconcile. The Security Council of 2014 was immured in recommendations supporting more drone aircraft, crowd control vehicles, C-4 and grenade-launchers, plus small and big arms production. John began to see the link. His intuition told him that the more armaments produced, the more the need for them. But how to stop the trend?

The world hadn’t ended in 2012 – to the dismay and disappointment of many who had predicted a fiery apocalypse. There had been no asteroid hurtling through a blue haze to smash into Earth and turn the weather to ice-age cold. And no attack-nukes had yet been stolen in the new millennium, though some were for reducing the possibility by nuking Pakistani terrorists in their mountain retreats. Still, the Hopi tribe had maintained that the vigil should be kept, that tribal members should keep their gaze up toward the heavens. Whether it was the old Nostradamus curse for 2012 or the Hopi Indian “Blue Light” prediction, the very existence of the planet and its inhabitants was still in question.

What could be coming? Were Hopis predicting a nuclear winter? It was undeniable that their ancient cave drawings illustrated a time when the human race would have to make a choice – selecting one of two roads for its survival. In one drawing it clearly showed that one path led to no food or shelter. The other road pictured happy time- travelers, toting bags of bounty in a future state of well-being. That’s what John felt was at stake at the NSC meetings. And from what he witnessed, his brother and the Little agenda was sorely outnumbered without him. Because of this observation, John made it his number-one priority to sit in on all future meetings, even if some of the senior members hotly objected.

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