Just received a visit from the FBI

A couple of hours ago receive a hard knock on the door. I answered the door and about 7 or 8 agents all flashing badges (claiming to be FBI and/or CIA) rushed me and pushed me against the far wall.

My dog attacked and they would have shot him had I not broken free for a second and covered him by laying him on the floor beneath me.

After things calmed down a bit and I received assurances that nothing would happen to him if I placed him in the bedroom and closed the door.

I did so and they then read me my rights and explained that my opinions expressed on Free Republic were the reason they were there. I had expressed my opinion of what I thought of the current President and the majority in congress and was therefore a potential threat to the government. After what seemed to be hours they came to the conclusion (I hope) that I was merely expressing my opinion and not a leader of a counter revolutionary army - as they saw it.

They searched my apartment for weapons and found 4 (which I have not fired in over a year or more) and they seized them for testing. My dog (Ranger) was not happy with the situation so I had to hold on to him during the search to keep him from being shot.

They also seized my computer and downloaded my entire files system. I suppose they also copied any files erased by normal erasure techniques. They returned the computer as "WAS" (as far as I can tell) but I after careful consideration the past few hours I have concluded that they are monitoring me closely.

I'm not even sure this message will make it through but what else can I do but try?

If (Big IF!) this does make it through, beware. They are watching and may make a visit to your residence and give your the same routine.

It really shook me up and I have trouble keeping my nerves steady and my thoughts straight as I write this message.

Once this gets out (IF THIS GETS OUT) I can pretty much expect their return but this time they probably won't be quite as considerate of myself and my dog who they will probably shoot on sight.

I have packed my truck with essentials but I suspect that there are those that are watching so I may not make it to one of my favorite mountain camping sites.

There I will not have any communications except when I get into town and use WIFI to make any contact.

They have become serious about enforcing their new powers - and some of us might not make it.

Been typing, rough draft story section:

Aegin fumed and swore at his brother for a grand total of fifteen minutes.
“How could you be so careless! I demand that you shut the inhibitors off immediately!”
Roger blinked, “I would if I could. I don't know what I did. The system here is very different from anything we have. For all I know, it was an internal security action in response to my poking around and attempting to get past a firewall.”
“You will shut them off or I shall..”
“Shall what, brother? I don't know how I turned those on, for all I know it is an automatic security response to system tampering. I told you that. I will keep you posted on what I find. In the meantime, I did find some video logs in the system. I will transmit them to you.” Roger closed out his video feed and looked over at Buaireas who nodded.
“Transmit the video logs now. That might enrage him some more.” Buaireas smirked as he handed the dataset to Roger.
“You're enjoying aggravating him too much.” observed Matthew.
“First time in my life since he ended up Director that I've actually enjoyed my work.”
“Then let's get ready to rain on his parade then. Grab your gear, we're launching in twenty minutes.”
Roger had been fitted with armor and a weapon that somewhat fit his hands, he'd looked over the gear the rabbitoids were using and nodded approval at most of it.
“You do realize you may have to use lethal force immediately upon touchdown, right?”
Matthew swung his second weapon around from behind, “That's why I have this thing.”
It resembled an old earth bullpup shotgun, except it was oversized to suit rabbitoid physiology.
“I'm afraid we won't be scavenging any weaponry we capture, it's just too small for us.”
“It's not too small for me, or the Sireenians.” Roger noted.
“They'll only intervene if we ask, and we will try very hard not to have to.” a grave voiced rabbitoid named Jacob said bluntly as he tended to some equipment.
“Oh. Uh. Hrrrrmmmm.” Roger pondered that for a few seconds, “Well, we actually could use all the help we could get. I don't know what we'll expect force wise once we get there.”
Roger had the distinct feeling that they were stepping into the jaws of a shark on a one way trip.
His brother had followed this path one too many times, and now he stood to gain ever more power.
As Roger pondered that, some children charged through and skidded to a halt directly in front of Buaireas.
He turned and regarded them, his left ear twitched slightly as he did so.
His black coat sharply contrasted with the background walls and buzzing activity.
“The Black Rabbit of Inle!!” the children squealed and fled as fast as rabbitoid feet could carry them.
“Hmmmph” Buaireas snorted, he knew it had been a mistake to let the children read ancient Earth literature.
Especially the book “Watership Down”, though they did take to some of the heroic epics rather nicely.
He just hoped they hadn't gotten to Beowulf yet.
He watched as they scampered off in a noisy tumult as Roger walked over.
“What was that all about?” Roger noted that Buaireas looked rather lonely as well as.. amused?
“Oh, they just said I was the Grim Reaper of rabbit kind, that's all.” he put his helmet on to test it, motioning Roger to do the same.
“You know, the helmet looks like you have four glowing eyes.” Buaireas nodded to the observation.
“Yes, but you should see yours.” a reflective surface was produced.
Someone had etched a graphic onto the helmet around the four glimmering eyes.
“An improvement, wouldn't you say Matthew?” Buaireas was obviously the culprit.
“Yes, rather distinguished.” Matthew grinned and several other rabbitoids came by to judge the artwork critically.
“It's going to be a dead giveaway.” Roger said as he pointed to the grinning rabbit etched onto his helmet.
“I'll let you in on a secret, it's only in paint the the helmet visual receptors can see. That's why you couldn't see if with your eyes before putting it on.”
“That's a relief. Sorta. I just hope the camera systems at the center can't see it.” Matthew nodded when he said it and admitted it was a possibility.
“But we needed a way to easily identify you in a pinch should things get hot.” Roger had to admit the wisdom of that.

"Our Jake spent the night out in the rain, again, and turned up this morning to say it’s All Our Fault, like we didn’t try to get him to come inside."

Somehow, that reminds me of someone else.

Captain James Hook: No stopping me this time, Smee. This is it. Don't make a move Smee, not a step. My finger's on the trigger. Don't try to stop me, Smee.

Smee: Oh, not again.

Captain James Hook: This is it. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't you dare try to stop me this time, Smee, try to stop me. Smee, you'd better get up off your ass. Get over here, Smee!

Smee: I'm coming. I'm coming.

Captain James Hook: Stop me! This is not a joke! I'm committing suicide!

[Smee makes the gun go off which aims at the toy ship in the pool model]

Captain James Hook: Don't ever frighten me like that again.

Smee: I'm sorry.

Captain James Hook: What are you? Some kind of a sadist?

Smee: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. How do you feel now?

Note: The part of Captain James Hook was played by Barry O'Bama.
The part of Committing Suicide was played by Raising The Debt Ceiling
And the part of Smee was played by Congress, of course.

The previous occupants of this house were named the Greys.
They were profoundly dysfunctional.
One of them had a weed problem, his substitute tobacco of choice keeps sprouting and growing where he tossed his stubs, and we keep having to kill the stuff with round up.
Well, one fine day there is a knock on the front door.
Now, we don’t use the front door, the driveway is behind the house so we use that door instead.
I answer the door, and this clean shaven guy in a suit near jumps out of his skin when I answer the door.
He’s looking for the Greys.
Problem for him is, the Greys hadn’t been here in over four years at that point.
He has his hand inside his jacket, and I’m smiling away.
He’s within grabbing distance if he does anything stupid, and I wasn’t so sure he wasn’t a drug dealer or something.
You see some weird stuff out here in NY.
I was polite and told him the people he was looking for weren’t here.
He suddenly looked very frightened and ran back to his vehicle, I think he got on a cell phone for a few minutes.
He looked rather animated in there before driving off and looking at me really oddly.

A little bit after that these two ‘inner city yute’ looking types came walking down the driveway and up to the back door.
One went to grab the door handle, and about that moment my missus came walking up while holding a shovel.
Without a word they just turned and walked away.
Thank God for gardening, right?

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