Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2015 16:21:06 -0500
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/Dexter's Saga Chapter 31

The Customer/Dexter's Saga
Chapter #31

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"Yes, I thought you would never ask," the Governor smiled and put his arm
around Jesse leading him to their private rooms. "I missed you beside me in
bed this weekend. I must confess that yesterday and today I snuck into your
office and lay down on that leather couch and...

Chapter #31

The rest of the week went fast and Thursday found Jesse in a Washington
hotel with Philip Green talking about Jesse's coming meeting with the
President.

"You will take the regular 10am White House tour. After we are sure you
have not been followed, you will be taken to see the President. Remember,
you will have fifteen minutes to make your point. If he cuts you off -
that's it! You leave! If he is interested, he will tell you when to go.
Remember, he already has an idea of what you are going to tell him. Make it
short and to the point but don't pull any punches. He has to be told the
truth. If he can't take it, that's his problem not ours.  Tomorrow may be
your last chance to do this! Don't blow it."

That's all Jesse had to hear. As it was he was a nervous wreck and hardly
got any sleep, but 10am found him looking like the typical tourist,
sunglasses and camera around his neck standing in line waiting for the tour
to begin. A guard came up to him and told him that cameras were not allowed
inside and that he would have to check his camera at the cloakroom before
entering. It would be returned to him when he left. "Cameras are not
permitted inside. There is a gift shop where you can get all the pictures
you need." All the tourists moaned as they checked their cameras and then
were forced to go through the metal detectors, where anything else that
might be used as a weapon was checked as well. I.D. inspection followed
this and then the tour finally began. Jesse hung back as much as he
could. As the group of people moved along, Jesse noticed that two other men
mysteriously appeared beside him and guided him away from the group into a
connecting hallway where he was told to follow them. He was taken to a
small elevator and was directed to take it to the second floor. He pressed
the button and the car rose to the second floor, stopped and the door
opened. A woman greeted him. "Good morning. You are Mr. Benson, are you
not?"

"Yes I am," answered Jesse.

 "Please follow me." They walked to another door that she opened. "Please
have a seat and wait. The President will be with you shortly."

Jesse entered, looked around and at first was disappointed. He had fully
expected to be in the 'Oval Office', but instead found himself in what
looked to be a very small office. He had no sooner sat down than another
door opened and he jumped to his feet as the President entered alone. He
was taller than Jesse had thought but the smile was the same as he
remembered seeing in the newspaper photos, "Please forgive the cloak and
dagger stuff but the Secret Service insists on it," he said as he extended
his hand in greeting.

"They are right to take all the precautions they can, Sir. As you well know
there are a lot of nuts out there in the world!"

"You really think that?" the President said. "Most people think all the
nuts are here in the White House."

"I've heard that said myself, but this being my first visit here, I hope
that is not true. As for the outside, I not only think that dangerous
people lurk around every corner, Sir, I know it. And they are not all
hidden in caves somewhere in far off places. They are right here in this
country. There are hundreds of thousands of people who hate your guts, and
would love to kill you. And this does not include the hardcore
racists. Surely you must be aware of this. We have all heard of the several
attempts to breach the security here this past year. You, your family and
the White House are not that insulated from the outside world that you
cannot know about it. There is a lot of pure hatred out there! It is
different from the old days. One has to only turn on the radio, read the
newspapers, or watch television. Some of these rightwing radio talk-show
hosts make your wildest Imam look like a pacifist. You've examined my
reports! It is all there. We are at war and damn it, it would appear that
you are one of the few that either doesn't believe it or doesn't want to
believe it. Frankly, Sir, we in the field cannot understand what the hell
you are doing. It is our duty to protect and defend this country and its
people. Yet we feel that we have no leadership. You can throw me out right
now, Sir, but not before I tell you what I have come here to tell you. For
the past year or so I have lived deep undercover among these people and
have heard and saw things that would scare the hell out of you. These
people don't know that I spent most of my young life among the Arab people
and I talk the language and several of its dialects like a native. It's one
of the advantages that I do have. There are so very few of us Americans
that do speak and understand not only the words but also the hidden
meanings and nuances. They sometimes say things among themselves that they
would not say to non-Arabs. I just want you to know that our enemy not only
thinks and believes he can beat us, he knows he can, and will not stop
until he does. They despise our way of life and us. They are out to destroy
our way of life, bring down the country and cut off your head and put it on
a pole."

The President sat down and said, "Young man, that is crazy talk and I must
tell you that I think you are the crazy one! Every fiber of my being tells
me to signal the guard and have you thrown out. I only agreed to meet with
you because Director Green for some reason thinks I should hear what you
have to say. So far all I have heard is nothing but the same imperialist
crap that my father fought against. Now you tell me how you know all of
this and why I should believe you before I have you escorted out of here."

"Mr. President you can have me jailed or even shot, but it will not change
anything. There are at least two groups of people out there both of whom
would love to cut off your head and place it if not on a pole than in a
trophy case. The first group believes you to be a traitor to Islam and to
the father you just mentioned. They would like to replace you with someone
like Governor Allwadii, but they know that short of open revolution they
cannot do that, just yet.

"Are they planning to use force?" the President asked.

"No, while they have nothing against taking over the government by force,
they are not stupid and realize that there are better ways. It's not that
they don't want bloodshed. In fact they love it and would welcome it. If
there is one thing for sure, they glory in the bloodletting. They care
nothing for life. In fact they even say they are willing to lose tens of
millions of people to establish this so-called Caliphate of theirs. It will
rule the entire world. It may consist of several small units united under
one central command that will be answerable to a Caliph who will be
Al-Mahdi (the divinely guided one). This is what they want. They thought
that they had more or less taken the first step, with your election. They
believed, that as the first Muslim President, it was your duty to advance
the Jihadist agenda. You encouraged them and we had that Arab Spring
crap. Well it was a part success but things did not work out the way they
wanted. So another method and group had to be found. This new group is
perhaps even more dangerous because it combines both legal and illegal
methods. They have given up on you and intend to elect a man that will be
more radical. To back this up, they have already trained hundreds of
thousands of fighters and smuggled them and material into just about every
corner of the earth.  It has taken years and billions of dollars. Yes, they
have invested billions if not trillions of dollars. This is why it is more
dangerous. The funding and economic interests behind it are vast and
untraceable. Some of the very people you would think would be the first to
oppose it are their biggest supporters. They wish to establish this new
Caliphate not only in Asia and Europe but right here in the United
States. And, Sir, once that is accomplished they are on their way to the
ultimate establishment of a world wide Caliphate! And they think they have
found the way at last!"

"And what way is that?"

"Hang on to you seat, Mr. President," Jesse said. "They have decided to
emulate what they believe you did. That is to elect a secret Muslim, but
one whom they know they can control, to the Presidency of the United
States. By doing this and also taking over other government agencies, they
will be able to replace Constitutional law with Sharia Law. They will use
any and all legal and Illegal ways to do this. I need not tell you that
they have already made a big start in my state with the election of Yethro
Allwadii. But he is only the tip of the iceberg. By finding various means,
not too unlawful, he has almost rid the state of crime, almost done away
with taxes and little by little is replacing constitutional law with
Sharia. He not only has started our state along this dangerous path, but is
daily gaining more and more of the other Governors to join with him. His
main problem is that he is not American born and therefore could not run
for the Presidency himself. If he were, there would be nothing to stop him
from being the first Muslim to become the new American Caliph."

"That's ridiculous! He has no chance of doing that! The country will never
vote for a Muslim as President."

"Yes, Sir, you're right and they will never vote for a Catholic, and never
for a Black!" Jesse laughed. "There was a time that we would all have bet
the homestead on that! However, I told you they were smart. They will not
run a Muslim. They are going to run a secret convert."

"There was a knock on the door and the President said, "Enter."

"The secretary stuck her head in and said, "Mr. President, you are running
behind..."

"See what you can do about adjusting the schedule and please bring us some
coffee. Or would you rather have something else Mr. Benson?"

Jesse breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Coffee will do, Mr. President,
black and no sugar. Thank you."

After two cups were poured and the woman left, The President said, "If not
an open Muslim, who and how?"

"Here it gets to sound like a bit of science fiction. Even I don't believe
it. For some reason they have picked me! As ridiculous as it may sound,
they plan to use me. I don't know when they decided this or even why, but I
suspect that the original idea was the Judge's. In order to understand
this, I must tell you the entire story from the beginning. Mr. Green sent
me into the town as a tourist to check on some wild rumors that weird
things were going on there." And Jesse told him how he had been forced to
work as a sex slave at Sultan's and then advanced to Yethro's son and
heir. "I know the whole thing is farfetched but that is what is now going
on. They know that they will soon be able to bring down the Government and
install the new American Caliph. And that will be me! Once that is done, I
have no doubt that Rashid will either take over or maybe become the power
behind the throne. My personal opinion is that once the Caliphate is
established there will be no use for me and Rashid will take over."

"How could they even think that such a ridiculous plan could work?" the
President asked.

"You will excuse my frankness, but you were the person that gave them the
original idea. When you were first elected, they thought they would be able
to work through you. They soon gave up on that Idea. You proved not to be a
Muslim that they could control. So they sort of gave up on that idea."

"Look, Mr. Benson, I don't know how many times I have to tell people this,
I'm not a Muslim. My father was and I do have relatives that still are, but
my wife, children and family are not."

"You and I know this. But, Sir, there are times when even I find your
denials difficult to believe. They, on the other hand, refuse to believe
you. Sharia Law says you are Muslim because your father was one and nothing
changes that. Your conversion to any other religion is not only repugnant
but also invalid. You may be a bad Muslim in their eyes, but you are still
a Muslim and will remain one until you die."

"It looks like I'll never be able to get that religious question settled."

"No, you won't! And the more you deny it, the more your critics will bring
it up. On the other hand, experience has taught them that the most
controllable and loyal followers come from the newly converted to
Islam. The newly indoctrinated of most faiths are always the most pliable
as well as easily persuaded and influenced. Now we all know and try to hide
the fact that sex, money and power are the prime movers of world power
addicts. Yethro first and now Rashid think they can control me by the use
sex. Both of them have used me for sex and now Rashid in addition is
enticing me with his sweet, beautiful and innocent niece. And she is really
an enchanting enticement. Just to be honest, I think she is perhaps the
only one who is unaware of the plot."

"Unbelievable!"

"Yes, but you better believe it, because these nuts are willing to try
anything."

"What can we do about it?" the President asked. "We can't just kill every
Muslim, the good along with the terrorists. Can we?"

"I'm afraid if I told you my true feelings, you would lock me up in the
loony bin. And, Sir, there are times I wish you would. At least I would not
have to even think of this crap. I think we must kill those who are out to
kill us. This is war and we have got to act like it is and most of all that
includes you. In wars, people get killed. Even the so-called innocent, if
there is such a thing, die. It is called collateral damage. These people
are not unlike the Japanese of the Second World War with their Kamikaze
philosophy.  Until we showed both the people and their leaders that we
could be as ruthless as they were, they kept on fighting. Only after we
proved to them that they could not win - did they give up. Sir, in war
there are losers and winners. We cannot afford to be losers. These people
believe the Islamic State holds the imminent fulfillment of prophecy as a
matter of dogma. To them it is clear that no matter what anyone says or
does, in the end they are convinced Allah will come and save them. It is up
to us to prove they are wrong. There is no other choice! Someone once said
and I might be misquoting him now, 'If there is to be a war let it be in my
time so that my child will not have to fight it'."

"So what are you recommending? That I drop an the Atom Bomb on them?"

"Oh God! No! I don't think any sane man would recommend that and let's hope
it never comes to that. But I don't think you should allow them to think
that we would not use it if we had to do it. I know that they would if they
thought they could get away with it!"

"Damn it, Agent Benson, I can't get myself to even think about that!"

"Sir, with all due respect, you better think about it! That's why we pay
you the big bucks. You are the Commander-in-Chief. That uniformed man that
follows you with that briefcase handcuffed to himself is part of your job
and responsibility. When you ran for the office, you knew this and even
though you may hate the thought of it - it's part of the job! It's time to
act like you know it. It's going to be a long, long war. There are a few
friends out there that we can count on - but I hate to tell you, there are
fewer since you took office. NOW I"VE SAID WHAT I CAME TO SAY AND YOU CAN
FIRE ME if that is what you want!"

The President sat back in his big chair, looked up at the ceiling, thought
for a few moments and then touched the intercom and asked his Chief of
Staff to come in and also get Philip Green to join them. When they had all
assembled, he said, "Look, I am so far behind that I am going to be working
late tonight. I want the three of you to go down to the 'Recreation Room'
(War Room) and I want Mr. Benson to fill you in on what he has just told
me. I want some kind of plan worked out and presented to me. Once it is
done and I approve, I will notify and consult with congress and the
opposition party as to our plan. I will not be in this office long and the
next President will also have to be informed of the situation. This will
have to be super secrete. I don't want to read about this in the press. I
want reports on a regular basis made to me directly by Mr. Benson. Since it
is his life that will be at risk, I want him to be in control. I hope that
neither of you will think I am in any way displeased with your work or your
commitment to me. Believe me I'm not; it is just that you each already have
too much to do and besides that, once you hear him out you will understand
my reasoning."

"Is it wise to cut Phillip and myself out of the chain of command?" asked
the C.O.S.

"Phillip, am I right in assuming that you have one hundred percent
confidence in Jesse?" the President asked, using Jesse's first name for the
first time.

"Yes Sir, Otherwise I would not have arranged this."

"I thought that was the case! Otherwise I would not have spent so much time
with him. I am sure that the three of you can come to some workable
arrangement, but again I repeat, I want him to be able to report directly
to me! Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir," they both replied.

"Good then the three of you get started and, Jesse, I expect to hear
reports from you often. Phillip will give you my personal, hot line number.
You are to use it whenever you need me, and I do mean whenever. For some
reason I trust your judgment. I hope you will not violate that trust. Thank
you again, Mr. Benson for you service. That's it gentlemen, please take
Jesse down to the 'War Room' now." he said, rather exhausted and collapsed
into his leather chair and looked out at the White House lawn. "Anyone who
wants this job, has to be crazy," he sighed....