This book is dedicated to political and moral truth seekers everywhere.
This book is about law. My other published and much shorter science fiction comedy, "Dr. Treekenstein", is about science, propaganda and history. My next one will be about money and it's relationship to law and the fact that both are the same thing and that honest money leads to law. Funny money gives us a Legal system and that is why we are in so much trouble today. If everyone could shut off all the noise, learn and think "honest money", all these wars, drug dealing, torture, corporate welfare, phoney environmentalism, police state, etc, etc, would just end. Lot's of people in very high places know this and it's easy to learn. Humanity could live in peace.
Knowledge can save us, electing the "right person" never will.
Table Of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
About Douglas H. Plumb
Chapter 1
Bob had been trying to get some sleep on his living room couch early in the afternoon. He was a busy engineer and found little time for himself and one of those rare times was this afternoon.
He and his two associates, Joe and Dave had started secretly building sub basement underground shelters for people with enough money to pay dearly for them a few years ago. They had built two already for themselves and to show potential clients plus one for their first client. He was just finishing the process of debugging and wrapping up that job, their third shelter, and he needed some rest.
He had just got back from a seventy mile drive to flip a switch for the new customer and had been wondering why the customer wouldn't just pick up the manual and even just look at it. He could have learned about the switch on the third page. The manual even had a picture of it.
Someone was knocking at his door and interrupting his nap. Whoever it was at his door would not stop knocking and had even tried turning the door handle so he had to get up and see who it was. "Who the hell is that?", he said aloud. No one else was home, he hoped whoever it was on the other side of the door interrupting his nap had heard him and would somehow disappear before he got to the door. He wasn't expecting anyone today, not even by phone and certainly not at his house.
A woman was standing at the door with a young girl carrying a large backpack as he opened the door. He noticed a pole transformer on fire down the street as he opened the door and turned away from the woman to look at it. Dark smoke poured upward toward the sky from a bright blue heat source.
Immediately the woman spoke and had his full attention.
"Are you OK? Where is Jennifer?"
He looked at the woman, not recognizing Joe's wife at first, having not seen her in over two years. Her hair style was different and she somehow looked different.
He was struck by the beauty of the older lady. Her casual and straight short dark hair and casual dress could not hide it, although she tried. Her presence at his doorstep began to set off alarms as she spoke. He thought for a moment: Susan was not ever supposed to be here.