Are we going to have to FEMA camps to imprison the dissents opposed to the invasion?
Not exactly…
"Daddy where do the Muslims go?’
“Well you see sweetheart they go to a nice place and then they’re sent back across the sea to their home.”
“Oh, but aren’t they already home?”
" No dear. They’re not, they belong somewhere else, no more silly questions now eat your food."
“I’m full, can I play on your phone?”
“Sure dear, waiter check please. Thank you.”
Dear God. Now he was even talking politics with his daughter, it all seemed so surreal, he sighed, what could he expect in this day and age. Politics, the news, were of interest to everyone, not a single person he knew wasn’t affected by the events unfolding around them. Yet for some odd reason he thought his daughter would be spared, insulated from the world. How wrong could he be. Oh well, it was Friday they’d get to see her mother, his wife’s job at the war factory was demanding but was crucial, or so he’d been told, hmm how about buying some flowers to celebrate the weekend? Maybe a bottle of wine if he could find one? That would make her smile, he wanted to see her smile, she haden’t in a long time, if only her father hadn’t gone, if only-
“Lies.”
His thoughts were interpreted by a man siting across from their table.
“Pardon?”
“You heard me, lies, pure lies.”
" What is?"
" That fairy tale you just told your daughter."
" Oh I see your one of those conspiracy nuts, save that tin foil it’ll make a nice hat!"
" Fool! I know things, I’ve seen things! With my own eyes! Those relocation centers are nothing like what they’re telling us."
" How so?"
" For one thing they only relocate a few Muslims, just enough for a couple photo opts the rest, well…"
“Well what?”
“Well they, they get killed.”
“Do you honestly expect me to believe that? Trump is many things a murder is not one, besides, it would be Impossible, there are ten million Muslims in North America, the resources needed to kill them with out the public knowing would be enormous.”
" That’s exactly my point! Its much more cost effective to simply kill them here, then it is to move them across the entire ocean, think about it!"
" Preposterous, the media and the internet, someone would find out."
“The media? Don’t make me laugh. As for the internet you know its been censored ever since SOPA passed.”
" Look, as much as I love hearing your half baked conspiracies I’ve got to get my daughter home, so its been interesting,but."
" The kids were the worst, the adults a least got a bullet, painless, but they were buried alive, it was faster cheaper that way."
" Honey let’s go right now."
" But dad my games not done."
“I said now!”
“I can still see their faces as the dirt came down on them! The screams!”
People began to look.
Just a few more feet from the door, then a few blocks to his home and wife. Suddenly a car came to a stop, out came Five Minute Men, unmistakably dressed in their bright blue, rushing into the restaurant they came straight for the man.
“Why are you taking him?”
" This man is a terrorist, why do you know him?"
" Absolutely not! Just curious."
“I see.”
After they had gone a long ways away, he bent over and much to his daughter disgust, vomited.
Rex 84, short for Readiness Exercise 1984, was a classified scenario and drill developed by the United States federal government to detain large numbers of American citizens deemed to be “national security threats”, in the event that the President declared a “State of National Emergency”. The plan was first revealed in detail in a major daily newspaper by reporter Alfonso Chardy in the July 5 1987 edition of the Miami Herald. Possible reasons for such a roundup were reported to be widespread opposition to a U.S. military invasion abroad, such as if the United States were to directly invade Central America.[1][2][3] To combat what the government perceived as “subversive activities”, the plan also authorized the military to direct ordered movements of civilian populations at state and regional levels, according to Professor Diana Reynolds.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rex_84
^ In all seriousness that’s worry-some to say the least.
