PIPER'S, INC. 2 - JUDAS KISS. Joaquin De Torres
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and the economy touched by PIPER’S, Inc. had transformed. The cornerstone of the changes was a completely rejuvenated Congress which now shunned lobbyists and worked entirely for the sake of the nation and the voters who elected them.
Sanchez, with the help of an army of Constitutional lawyers, lead by PIPER’S, Inc.’s Jasna Diamond and Robert Baggett, effectively ended the Congress members’ $174,000 annual base salary and gave each member a choice: work for the new national minimum wage of $22.00 an hour, or receive an annual salary of $53,000 - the nation’s median salary. The average number of legislative work days which had been 137 since 2001 was doubled to 274 with no paid overtime. Filibusters were eliminated and a simple majority vote was installed. These changes, for the most part, were written in the New American Constitution, the NAC, designed and authored by Dr. John Belleci and his team of PIPER’S, Inc. Constitutional scholars.
Needless to say, there was an uproar among the long-serving and corporately-entrenched representatives, senators, and the lobbyists tethered to them. They thundered their disgust on the Congressional floor, on political talk shows, and in Op Eds calling Sanchez a tyrant and a dictator who used PIPER’S, Inc. as henchmen to force his agenda. But their rants fell on deaf ears nationally. They received no sympathy from the American people who cheered the retributive moves and demanded publically for those who didn’t like them to get out.
A great number of members did just that, retiring and going back to their private businesses or seeking work elsewhere. This paved the way for new special elections to choose dedicated patriots to come forth and serve. However, those who decided to remain in their seats but were still connected to corrupt industries and dark money, began to disappear from public sight one after another. It didn’t take much thought to realize that their fates were tied to PIPER’S, Inc.; in fact, the public expected it. The organization had cleaned house in Congress, and the populace couldn’t have been more exhilarated. The newest polls rated the New Congress’ performance at 92 percent favorable - a stunning number in a stunning new economy. Sanchez raised his glass to Zachary one last time.
“Will, you will never know how much you changed our nation. Good-bye, my old friend.” He sipped his cognac in silent satisfaction, feeling for the first time in his life, that there was nothing he could not do.
CHAPTER ONE
The Measure of a Man
Rothschild Mansion
41 E. 70th St.
Manhattan, NY.
“Every man has a price. Don’t you agree?”
The guest remained silent.
“Don’t be shy. I want you to speak your mind.” The guest remained reticent as he studied his host.
“Every man, in fact, has a price. A price to do what? That depends on the man, his needs, his desperation. We’ve come to know this fact throughout the history of Man’s existence. And today, these words ring true in your case.”
Benson Roth, a seventh-generation descendant of his oligarchic family, who dropped the –schild from his surname to minimize attention to his blue blood lineage, paced slowly about the magnificent room of the mansion he now owned. An air of privilege and authority followed the man, even the manner with which he spoke carried that mark of someone educated by institutions of the highest order.
Resplendent in a three-breasted, smoke grey silk suit and a glimmering aqua green silk tie, Roth eyed his guest pensively. He beheld him with calming reassurance, not wanting to alarm or discomfort him in any way. This was the massaging period, the time when his smooth delivery and well-oiled sympathies coaxed his clients to his side. Manipulation, yes, but it was a skill Roth had honed over the years with thousands of people he needed or desired to bring to heel.
“Mr. Roth, why am I here?” asked the guest.
“You’re here because there’s something not sitting right with you at PIPER’S, Inc.” Roth spoke in a tone of a sage, a consultant who already had the answers to your ills.
“Sir, I assure you that I’m paid handsomely and treated with utmost respect.” Roth had heard this so many times before – the client parrying his or her way for a position of aloofness and self-assuredness. It made no difference to him.
“It’s not the money you have a problem with, is it? It’s the entitlement. Or, should I say, the lack there of.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Roth.”
“I think you do.” Roth handed his guest one of the crystals of whiskey sitting on a silver tray between them. He then took one for himself and settled back on the Victorian antique armchair. He lifted his glass and the guest did the same.
“To entitlement, something you unfortunately don’t have.” The guest did not drink, but felt somewhat mocked by his debonair host. Roth did drink, however; in fact, he slammed it down quickly. “But don’t worry, you will get that entitlement you’re looking for.”
“Perhaps you are confused about my loyalties, Mr. Roth. I’m a front man for PIPER’S, Inc. My role is crucial–”
“Crucial, yes; but indispensible, I think not,” Roth cut in. He took another crystal of whiskey and sipped it this time. “You may be the front man, perhaps even the right-hand-man at times, but a hand nevertheless. You will always be an arm’s length away from the head, the eyes and the brain of the organization. PIPER’S, Inc. has an infinite amount of hands. You can be replaced. Why? Because you’re not on the board, you’re not in the room for the important meetings, not at the table for the crucial votes. You know this to be true.”
The guest had been holding a calm and bold stare until the last few sentences in which his steely eyes wavered and pulled to the floor. Roth knew the look but didn’t take it for granted. He leaned in.
“You must know.”
“Know what?” The guest raised his eyes to meet Roth’s.
“That there is a bigger organization out there, all around us, that dwarfs PIPER’S, Inc. in size, strength and resources.
“Sir, I don’t know of such an organization.”
“But you do, sir,” Roth countered. “It’s an organization that has been in existence for centuries controlling everything and everyone of influence. Like your organization, it’s a small group that has been deciding the fates, not of individuals, but of nations. Deciding the rise and fall, not of senators or CEOs, but of world leaders – presidents, prime ministers, emperors.
“This group has been manufacturing, instigating, funding and prolonging wars the world over, why? because wars are business opportunities. Our group has been raising and crashing economies, manipulating the stock market, feeding and starving the World Bank - establishing and controlling the very pillars of power since the birth of our country. But its influence goes as far back as ancient Greece, the Romans, and even the Crucifixion, if you believe that.”
“Which one? The Crucifixion or the bullshit you just spewed about your group?”
“It’s not bullshit, sir. Before black mail, bribery and voter fraud were crimes, they were the accepted methods of control throughout ancient times. A man with your historical expertise should know this.”
The statement floated and twisted in the air like cigarette smoke under a hot lamp, offending the guest.
“You know of the groups I speak of.”
“You’re talking about the Illuminati, the Zionist Jewish Freemasons, the B’nai B’rith, the Skull and Bones – secret societies that supposedly run the world. Is this what you’re talking about, Mr. Roth?”
“A great tree has deep roots and many branches,” answered Roth, “but the trunk is its foundation. We go by different names, but the end game is always the same: world resources and global asset control. Generally speaking, we are the world’s ruling elite. A more literal title would be - the Global