Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Harmon Kendrick stepped off of the underground shuttle as it glided to a stop. His security detail, lighter than usual because of the short trip below the Capitol, fanned out and nodded to some of the other openly armed security who walked around in the city-beneath-a-city that undergirded much of the District.
“Mister Kendrick. What a pleasure to see you!” The new House Majority Leader smiled too widely and stuck out her hand, her oversized mouth revealing teeth like a white picket fence. She had an assistant with her, slightly younger than the Speaker, a more homely twenty-something whose name Kendrick couldn’t be bothered to remember.
Kendrick walked past both women, motioning with his hand, “Come on.”
The Speaker dropped in beside him, her heels clicking on the concrete; Kendrick walked just fast enough to make it inconvenient for them both until they got close to the small coffee shop in the square. People milled about, but at a respectful distance from their entourage. Kendrick motioned to a table and he and the Speaker took chairs across from each other. She waved away her assistant while Kendrick raised two fingers at the barista when he caught his eye.
“Sooo…” the Speaker began, folding her hands in her lap, the red nails manicured precisely, with PSA painted in black down each of the tips. She opened her eyes in a manner that made Kendrick think she looked like a caricature, an exaggerated face on top of, he had to admit, a great set of tits.
“Madame Speaker, how are you settling into the new job?” he asked drily.
“Wonderfully. It’s too bad about Nancy, but… this is the nature of things, I suppose.” She smiled without a scintilla of warmth. “The old lions go so that younger, stronger ones can lead the pack.” She stared at him with the hint of a smile.
“Hmm. I take it you have been watching recent events?” Kendrick tilted his head.
“Oh, yes, of course.” She stretched as she leaned back into her chair, arching her back, her firm breasts pointing upward to the ceiling. “Of course.”
“Well…?” Kendrick ignored her movements.
“Well, what?” she asked innocently. Kendrick looked left and waited as a server brought their drinks over. He took his black iced tea and handed the new Majority Speaker her frappuccino. She took a sip and licked her lips as the foam and whipped cream left a white mustache on her upper lip. “Mmmmm…” she moaned.
Kendrick leaned back, evaluating the younger woman.
“You think this is a game?” He looked around and raised his eyes toward the ceiling to indicate the world above them. “You think now that you’re in leadership that you won’t wind up dangling from a lamppost, too? You just joined a dangerous club, Madame Speaker.”
“Oh, Harm…don’t be so dramatic. It’s going to be fine. This little revolt won’t las-”
“Oh?” Kendrick raised his eyebrows. “All it takes is the spark of hope, Madame.” Kendrick leaned forward and hissed. “And word on the street is that this little revolt is handing your BLM and AntiFa troops their asses. You were given one task – one fucking job –” he held up a single finger “– and you’re not getting that job done. You or your teammate at Citizen’s Justice – what is she doing, by the way?” Kendrick kept his face neutral as he sat back.
The Speaker pursed her lips.
“Oh, so now she’s mine, huh? And the state we’re in is our fault?” She sat up straight. “You and all of the rest of the geriatrics have been telling us about your grand experience, about being patient, about how we needed to learn from all of you… but now it’s our fault that things have gone to shit? This is fucking rich.”
“You want to be in charge now?” Kendrick asked coldly. “Your army is getting its ass kicked. You can’t even manage to control your own city. And El Unico just blew up a building and killed dozens of Americans in one of the worst terrorist acts since Oklahoma City.”
The Speaker sipped her coffee but then had to put it down at his last sentence. “Right. How many bodies did you add?” she quipped. “And the California National Guard is getting its ass kicked here in the District, too, Kendrick. Is that also my fault?”
She sat back from the table again.
“You and the other… elders… appointed her to that position, Kendrick. I didn’t. If CJ is fucking up its job with El Unico, then I would suggest that’s on you.” She pronounced El Unico in exaggerated Spanish. “And you should talk to her yourself.”
Kendrick sipped his iced tea. This was not going as he had planned.
“Armies need financing, Madame Speaker. That’s been true for all of history.” Kendrick smirked.
“Mmmmm, true… but at least I have an army, Kendrick. Are you and all of your golf buddies gonna trade in your clubs for guns? Pull a Ulysses and make a last great charge across the Mall?” Kendrick had to force himself to keep his face neutral.
The Speaker sat back and smiled.
“Armies can forage for themselves if they need to. Live off the land, so to speak.” The young woman looked down at her nails and fanned her fingers out. Kendrick noticed her hands were larger than he would have expected.
He sipped his iced tea for a moment. Definitely not going the way he had planned. Then inspiration struck.
“Madame Speaker,” he began, “let’s not bicker. It’s exactly what our enemies would want.” He put his cup on the table. Her eyes narrowed. “You’re right. We’ve been in charge and so this is on us – but now the important question is: what do we do about it? I just had a conversation this evening… and I think I have something that can help us both.”
“Really?” She sipped from her cup and again the foam left a thin, white cream line above what Kendrick presumed were artificially enlarged lips.
“We think we have a source inside El Unico’s camp.”
The Speaker’s eyes opened too wide again, then narrowed.
“Think you have?”
“Do you know my man Jefferts?” Kendrick asked.
“The tall, skinny black guy? Bald, weird Jamaican accent… acts like a mortician?”
Kendrick snorted.
“He’s following up – doing some… checking to ensure it’s not a play.”
The Speaker nodded her head.
“And?”
“If it checks out, I’ll put Jefferts under your control. You can have him to help deal with this mess.”
She pursed her lips in thought, nodding her head while she slowly turned her cardboard coffee cup on the table.
“What’s in it for me if I get El Unico?”
Kendrick realized he was going to have to re-evaluate his opinion of this young woman.
“Well, you’re already in the line of succession for the Presidency, Madame Speaker, what more could I possibly give you?” He said flatly.
She smiled again, this one not exaggerated, but her teeth couldn’t help but show.
“A lot of fucking money, Mister Kendrick. A whole lot of fucking money.” She batted her eyes at him provocatively, then giggled like a teenager, her chest shaking rhythmically as she laughed.
Kendrick smiled in response. This he understood.
“Do you have a number?”
She took a pen out of her white suit-jacket pocket, wrote on her Starbucks cup, and then put it on the table. She slowly turned the cup until the number was facing him.
Kendrick waited for a moment, then abruptly stood up, his height making him tower over her. “I’ll send Jefferts your way tomorrow.”
“Madame Speaker,” he inclined his head slightly and signaled his security detail with a gesture.
“Mister Kendrick,” she nodded, but didn’t bother to stand up. She kept twirling her cup on the table, then took another sip as Harmon Kendrick walked away. She motioned to her personal assistant, who scurried over, her heels click-clacking on the flagstones. She sat across from the Speaker, her knees bouncing.
“Well?” the aide asked excitedly.
The Speaker ran a hand through her thick, dark hair and then shook it. She had her army, and now she was within reach of the money she needed.
“Don’t squirm, Amy. People are watching.”
“Sorry,” Amy said, downcast.
“We’re almost home, lover. Almost home,” the Speaker crooned over the top of her coffee cup. So close.
The last 3 lines might be leading to an Ozy/SF mashup…
Good stuff, brother. To the lampposts!!!
Hah! Glad I’m not the only one who had a SugarFree flashback on that!
Definitely good stuff, Ozy!
That’s called an homage, mes amis.
There are a few more Easter Eggs in coming episodes.
Bravo, Ozy!
AOC as speaker is almost too unbelievable, though.
*considers*
No, actually it’s completely believable. Great story!
AOC as speaker is almost too unbelievable, though.
*considers*
No, actually it’s completely believable. Great story!
sad, but true.
Loving the story, looking forward to the next one.
I don’t think its unlikely at all. In fact, its probably the way to bet.
She is the Very Model of a Modern Major Basic College Bitch, which is an ideal skillset for intra-party success these days. She is firmly ensconced as the leader, or at least the face, of the Dem’s left wing, which will complete its takeover of the party, probably next year if, as seems likely, there is a bloodbath of Dem Reps. The ones that get booted won’t be from the safe districts that metastasize leftists; they will be the (relative) moderates from the “schwing” districts.
If for whatever reason the Dems don’t lose control of the House next year, well, the leaders of the not-so-obviously-leftist wing of the Dem Party are frickin’ old as the hills. Its a matter of time.
AOC is a toddler and team blue picks it’s leadership based on seniority. This is why Nancy was once again Speaker after the Dems won back the House. So she is currently about 200th in line to the throne.
Very well written, Ozy. You do a great job of writing these people as execrable as I imagine them to be without making them seem like cartoon villains.
^^ This.
Although the real ones seem to keep showing themselves to be even worse than we imagine them.
This is what losing looks like.
“The Chinese military is reportedly eyeing a move into Bagram Air Base”
https://freebeacon.com/?p=1516461
Just need some pilots, the aircraft is already there. The Hong Kong kids speak/read English so it’ll be easy
Poor Nancy, probably never knew what hit her….
Bravo Ozy!
¡Excellente! The only unbelievable part is that they aren’t either at a bar or nursing hangovers. The swamp creatures are, to the last, massive alcoholics.
But other than that, they have no virtues whatsoever…
Of course, Jefferts will -in the next installment – be a ruggedly handsome ex-Special Forces dude with anger issues, a foot long dong, and the Speaker will demand he ravish her over and over again as she moans like a whore.
LOL.
…Only if Mojeaux hacks into the Glibs editor controls!!
Can confirm. If Mrs. Patzer ever gets to reading Mojeaux’s stuff I am in serious trouble.
Also unbelievable… “Kendrick ignored her movements.”
Hahaha. Maybe, maybe not.
Crazy or execrable enough and I’m able to keep my focus on what matters.
IME Crazy has but one redeeming quality that matters 😉
Great story. This could be a screenplay.
The description of AOC was spot on, but I’m assuming she is older now. Near future or alt universe?
I always figured within the next five years…
Yep. Look how little time it took BO to go from his first elected office to POTUS. There are other parallels.
Nice one again Ozy!
She pronounced El Unico in exaggerated Spanish.
It’s little details like this that make this most enjoyable. I can hear my aunt speaking in that voice. EL-OOO-NEE-COH.
OT: Just want to pull this ahead from the Mourning Lynx
I have a wife and two kids under 5 year old and am pretty much the sole provider, but I’m at the same point. This is the hill we die on. I completely understand why it’s so hard for other family providers to stand their ground, but my thought process is that I’m gonna be a pretty awful provider if I keel over of a heart attack in my 40s caused by spike protein vascular damage.
We have also come to the conclusion that our current lifestyle isn’t gonna last forever, so may as well prepare for the eventuality of either being excluded from polite company (whether due to vaccines, our Christian faith, or another reason) or the economy declining to the point where we’re not going to have the income amount and security we currently enjoy. As such, compromising our principles merely buys us a few months or years of a convenient but unnecessary lifestyle.
We’re not guaranteed comfort in life.
Well said. As an old fart nearing retirement I don’t have so much skin in this game other than my concerns about the future my two twentysomething children are facing. My generation, self included, dropped the ball on fighting he creeping dystopia, I can only hope that it is not too late for the younger folks to fight back.
Well said. I have some options but that depends on how the unions respond.
I could tell my boss that I am backing out of the manager spot and go back under the protections of the union…assuming they stand against.
I could just recognize that maybe it is time for a new phase of my life and a new job is on the horizon.
I have an acquaintance in much the same circumstances. He concluded he should get the jab, to protect his paycheck, but also – for less than the price of a paycheck at his age – get enough life insurance ($500,000 I think) to protect his wife and kids in case the vaccine sends him to an early grave.
Cleaned out the garage last weekend. Talking to the realtor this weekend. Time to cash out and be ready.
Good chance I lose my job in the coming couple of months. Smaller chance with my wife. Not budging, not doing it.
Getting out of NJ is never a bad plan.
BTDT.
Oh, of it hasn’t already been said – I think it’s safe to remove the word “wannabe” from your bio, Ozy.
Very kind of you, Gp. Thanks.
Thanks OZY, already I can see the inner power conflicts beginning to develop. The more things change…
It’s always the money.
Spark.
You all amaze me with the music title pulls. Compared to many of you, my musical palette is about as exotic as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
What kind of jelly?
Concord Grape, all the way.
Here you go…
Court and Spark
OMG. I wore out the vinyl on that album in my college days. These days, I’m a little more Blue.
I’m a little bit younger, but still old enough to have the CD.
My dad was a fan so he and I went to one of her concerts that she did right before retiring.
https://www.foxnews.com/us/california-professor-lawsuit-vaccine-mandate-natural-immunity
“It violates medical ethics to expose someone to this risk when they have robust, durable immunity that actually neutralizes SARS-CoV-2 upon exposure,” the faculty members wrote.”
It’s good to see yet another instance of pushback on vax requirements, but the focus on utilitarian issues is distressing. The implication is that it is OK to impose a mandate on anyone who cannot demonstrate some form of immunity. Ultimately this changes nothing, it cedes to the state the power to impose a mandate on a whim.
Agreed, treatment should require both informed consent and consent without coercion of any kind regardless of the risk benefit. If the vax was so damn great people would be beating down the door to get it and wouldn’t need to be forced.
And if the illness was greater also. People have established their risks to it
But haven’t you seen the memes? Not getting vaccinated is just like not wearing a life preserver as the Titanic is sinking!
In that case, I’ll be Stagger Lee. He dove off of the ship, fought a shark and swam to NYC. He swam so fast, he was drinking in a Harlem bar when the telegraph brought news of the ship’s sinking.
And a bunch of far-right wing-nut anti-vaxxer radio hosts died! Howard Stern told us as he was laughing about their deaths.
But, mandates are becoming more popular!
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if a quarter of the federal workforce quit or got forced out and nobody noticed?
Make it 95% and we’ll talk.
95%
After 4 hours, I’d have to contact my doctor.
OT: Rather unfortunate phrasing.
Australian public health chief: “We will be looking at what contact tracing looks like in the New World Order.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifbWYYdoOd4
Is that a typo?
Austr
alian public health chiefBecause I swear I read that with with German accent.
https://www.reddit.com/r/ww2/comments/mjfgfj/spike_jones_der_fuehrers_face/
I’ve been really looking forward to these episodes. Great work, Ozymandias!
Thx, db. Glad you’re enjoying them.
Grind.
Bump and Grind
Strip.
Tease
Grindr
Rogan has Bret Weinstein on again for his third episode post-covid survival. He’s not perfect, but he’s definitely got some balls.
Also finally confirmed he was not vaccinated.
Weinstein is taking serious heat from the Left. They feel betrayed and do not tolerate apostasy.
Ballsy. Listening now.
Fuck Weinstein. The guy spent 20 years incubating Marxists at Evergreen and got upset when he found himself on the wrong side of a struggle session. I don’t want to see him get assaulted or anything but I don’t feel sorry for him in the least.
I’m willing to accept allies in this battle.
Weinstein gets some things incredibly wrong, but with COVID he’s been spot on.
Contrast with Freddie de Boer, who still won’t accept that there might be something fundamentally wrong with communism, even when his fellow travellers turn against him.
She opened her eyes in a manner that made Kendrick think she looked like a caricature, an exaggerated face on top of, he had to admit, a great set of tits.
Here’s where it clicked as to whom she’s based on.
Her seduction game is kinda obvious.
Kendrick sipped his iced tea. This was not going as he had planned.
Probably not the first time she had to be a Domme.
“We’re almost home, lover. Almost home,” the Speaker crooned over the top of her coffee cup. So close.
I should have seen “lover” coming.
Good installment!
The way he so perfectly describes AOC without actually naming her makes me think it might be a ruse, and the speaker will end up being someone else in the big reveal in the Sugarfree crossover.
Or the Speaker’s part of The Lathe of Heav . . . er, I mean, El Unico. ?
You’re teasing me, again. You know how I love that name.
I couldn’t work it in. Sorry.
Alright. Next episode is in the queue for next week, Glibbies. I should have some other rants to contribute to the Glibs Content Machine in coming days and weeks.
I wrote a “medical autocracy” piece on my blog that I’ll port over here for discussion.
I know everyone prolly is sick of hearing about vaxxes, but it’s our world now – and it ain’t going away. I will tell you as a friend that these mRNA injectables are garbage (generally speaking). The cases of pericarditis, myocarditis, etc. are real and the CDC knows. They’re having a panic attack internally trying to “figure this out.” A source gave us one of the CDC’s internal slide decks.
Here’s another interesting sidetrack: the FAA grounds pilots for 2 days after they get the Pfizer vaxx. Why? Where the fuck did they come up with that? And again – why? (I think I know the answer, but too much to write here and I can’t give it away yet – it may become a key piece of evidence in our lawsuit).
In any event, now that Biden has dropped this on the feds, a nationwide “everyone must have THIS” is on its way. It’s patently illegal. They’ve given the Pfizer vaxx magical dual-status: it’s simultaneously an EUA, BUT, voila! Like Schroedinger’s vaccine – it can also be substituted in place of the actually licensed Comirnaty vaxx – which isn’t available. This is the FDA running cover for Pfizer. They simultaneously get to keep their legal immunity from the massive numbers of injuries, while also being now “fully-licensed” (wink, wink) and therefore capable of being mandatory and EVADING the requirements for an EUA vaccine. So, EUA for purposes of liability protection, ‘fully-licensed’ for purposes of avoiding the EUA requirements – which includes informed consent.
We are all witnessing a war crime by the USG against its people, similar to what we’re seeing elsewhere in the western world. And all CCP China had to do was create a targeted virus that kills the very old and very fat and that collapsed the pillars of individual freedom, just like that.
As I read, the counter measures indemnity program is not limited to EUA items. Vax with full approval can also be covered under it.
It sounds like you’re implying that there is some rhyme or reason to the decisions that the FAA normally makes..
The tax code has reasons for everything in there – they may not be “good” reasons, but someone paid for every provision in there, right or not.
The FAA medical folks didn’t just pull that out of their ass for NO reason. The 48 hrs may be similar to the “6 feet,” but it was instigated by some genuine concern. (I would submit).
That’s fair.
The FAA has a bit of a pin in its ass about pilots and stroke/heart attack/clot risk.
They’ll yank your license in a heartbeat over that.
Not me, I’m still railing against them.
I’m hoping the general public wakes the fuck up. Seeing some of the school board meetings on Twitter, it’s beginning to happen.
Local board meeting is adding extra cops cuz they’re scared.
the FAA grounds pilots for 2 days after they get the Pfizer vaxx
Lemme guess… the combination of altitude and whatever the fuck the vaccine is doing results in a non-zero risk of their heart exploding in mid-air.
Ding. Ding.
https://redstate.com/bonchie/2021/09/09/jen-psaki-just-confirmed-the-white-house-is-going-to-force-vaccine-mandates-on-private-enterprise-n440527
Fuck these people.
Do it. Let’s get this party started. No more beating around the bush.
“Welcome to the party, pal!”
Great stuff Ozzy!