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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Action & Adventure
- Subject: Crime
- Published: 01/12/2021
Where is My Pardon?
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He sat in a hard chair, on one side of the table. On the other side an older man with a hard face and even harder eyes sat. Next to him a woman with once blonde hair now mostly gray, eyes so cold of blue without luster that made you shiver. No doubt once beautiful she now was aged with a body that looked like molded steel.
The older man flashed his ID and badge, my name is Mark and I am with the FBI, this is Pam, she flashed her credentials, she is with Homeland Security. Only answer what we ask, state your name, age and occupation.
I am Paul White, I own a bar in St Louis, Missouri called the pelican, I am 66 years old.
Mark said, you know you're under arrest for actions done as part of the insurrection of the United States Capital. These actions include but are not limited to, planned storming of the capital, damage done to grounds and building as items within the capital or its grounds, as well as illegal entry. You are being charged in an attempt and willing participant to do bodily harm up to and including possible death.
This premeditated attack was orchestrated to injure, stop, obstruct by any means necessary the Vice President and or any members of congress as they performed their elected duties. You have a right to your attorney or one appointed unto you to be present during questioning, anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand the charges and rights afforded you on this date Tuesday January 12, 2021?
Paul answered in a weak mumble, yes.
Mark asked, would you like an attorney present?
Paul answered, not at this time.
Pam, in a hard cold voice, without emotion, tell us why you came to the capital?
Paul cleared his throat, he could feel the sweat on his forehead and the stickiness under his arms. For a quick moment he thought he was going to wet himself. I was only here to peacefully protest this fake election.
Pam leaned forward, so you call breaking into a government building, yelling, kill them all, peaceful?
Paul exclaimed, wait now, that only came when I got caught up with the emotion of the crowd. After we heard the president say to March to the capital and be strong and stop ...
Mark sat back, a smirk on his face. Paul could see Mark missed a spot shaving, he saw the eyes look at him and could hear those eyes say in his mind, gotcha.
Mark said, so you are saying you only took part because of the president, or was it because of the crowd momentum?
Paul felt relief, if a cornered rat staring at the fangs of a wild cat can ever feel that, he understood. Yes sir, it wasn’t my fault.
Mark said, hm, so did someone grab you, carry you, force you, threaten you or in some way carouse you into breaking the law?
Paul, voice going up, I didn’t say they did that but I was caught up, fired up mad, that fake votes, and dead people’s votes were blocking the real winner. Those d...mn democrats and their deep state will do anything to stop a man chosen by God himself to be our president and .....
Pam looked at him coldly, so you are saying this all powerful God needed you to kill others to do his will?
Paul, well look God always used people to do his will and sometimes that means to kill.
Mark smiled, though it had no warmth or humor in it. So you're saying the God of love, and his son Jesus, who taught love also, said go kill my enemies? What, the God that rolled back the Red Sea couldn’t fix the votes on machines. This God that haunted people in their dreams to do his will could not control the minds of the voters? Seems like you are now blaming a mighty weak God for you taking part in murder.
Paul, almost yelled, I didn’t kill anyone!
Pam, ever so quiet, said, ah but five people died and many were injured and the prosecutor will likely add the charge of co-conspirator to commit murder. What do you think, you are Pilate with clean hands because you were just one yelling, crucify Pence?
Paul spouted, as some wetness hit the crouch of his pants. I only carried a flag, I even tried to leave when the cops tossed tear gas. I didn’t break the windows or steal.
Mark laughed, held up a congressional ink pen.
Paul, screamed, just a d...mn pen, that’s nothing, my taxes paid for that pen.
Mark held up a photo, there was Paul and a group of others pushing through a door with broken glass as a cop was being hit by two other men.
Paul yelled, what in the h...ll does that prove, I was there I admit it. I did no harm to anyone.
Mark held up another photo of the same crowd, a woman was on the floor being stepped on by the moving crowd.
Paul says, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, I didn’t even know....
Pam holds up a document, and asks, is this your Facebook page?
Paul, yeah
She holds up another, is this you on twitter?
Paul, yeah
She holds up another, is this you on Parlor?
Paul angered said, yeah so what everyone has those accounts and besides it’s my first amendment right.
Mark read, I see you posting, “we must take back our government” on Facebook, on twitter many comments saying things like, whatever it takes we need to clean out the democrats. Here in Parlor you say, “we should hang the traitors like Pelosi.”
Pam held up a 45 semi automatic pistol, is this yours?
Paul says, yeah it looks like mine, but it is legal in Missouri to carry without a permit, concealed.
Pam smiles, this time some humor. She states this is not Missouri and on Federal grounds. I wonder why a person only interested in a peaceful protest would have a gun, this long bladed pocket knife, extra bullets, and make posts that say we must clean out the Democrats, would need these things or expect us to not hold him accountable?
Paul said, why are you not going after the real killers and crooks, like Clinton or Pelosi? Why are you threatening me as a hard working good citizen. I pay my taxes, I run my business, and so I speak out, so what.
They both stood up, sedition is often speaking out, while others listen. I suggest you get a very good lawyer before we talk again. With that they left and two officers came in, yanked Paul to his feet and took him to a cell with a concrete bed and toilet and five others, waiting.
Someone said, better get used to it old man, the waiting is gonna be a long time. Someone said, you might even learn to enjoy the back door pops, at least it breaks up the waiting, then laughter as Paul sits on his concrete bed with tears, crying, it’s unfair, why isn’t Trump in here with me, where is my pardon? .....
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