2008-8-6 09:31:00
by Ted Dewey
Rodney Goldsmith was a wealthy American born Jew, born and raised in New York City. He was a charter member of Ventures Unlimited. In fact, he had drawn up the charter and was the first one to put up one million dollars.
Since the days of Jesus Christ the Jews and Christians have been fighting and would keep right on until the bitter end, Rodney thought.
The human race loved to think up an excuse to kill each other, and now they had a weapon that could wipe them all off the face of the earth and very likely they would get the job done.
What had happened about two thousand years ago should be past history and forgotten. At least he thought so.
And it seemed to him that all these so-called Christians never wanted to forget. They seemed to just love to fight. If they couldn't find a Jew to pick on they'd fight among themselves.
For instance, take a look at Ireland. The Catholics and the Protestants had been at it for years and still there was no end in sight.
And all those people in the Middle East. Back there where all this originated. If they couldn't find an enemy they would battle among themselves. "Holy Wars" they called them. Instant heaven for killing your neighbor.
Recently one of these countries had built a huge underground nuclear plant, claiming that they needed it for generating electric power.
But Israel wasn't fooled. Why should they need atomic power when they were sitting right in the middle of the worlds greatest oil supply?
What happened is past history. The plant was bombed off the face of the earth!
Yes, even the Jews always seemed to have a chip on their shoulder. After all they were human beings.
They had destroyed that plant, but others would build more. Maybe they were doing it already just being more secretive than the last ones.
Nations that were building these nuclear plants were living under an umbrella of false security. People were told that they were perfectly safe. Are they?
Look what happened at Three Mile Island when someone dropped a small hand wrench down into some vital spot.
People almost panicked. What would of happened if that had been one small stick of dynamite!
When people panic they go crazy. They kill, they rob, they loot; like when several years ago the lights had gone out in New York City. They had stayed out for two long days and nights.
The first night after several hours of darkness the looters went to work. Thousands of big glass windows in the downtown area were smashed. Millions in merchandise were carried away.
The police were helpless. The white men wore black masks the blacks went as they were. The looting went on.
Rodney had been there during this blackout. And would never forget that second night. The looters had all day to get organized. It was a night to remember.
Big trucks were backed up to stores and their beds loaded up everything they could get their hands on.
People were terrified. Some locked themselves in their homes, others fled from this nightmare.
The Mayor called for help -- bring on the National Guard!
Then suddenly, as the power had gone off, it came back on again. Hundreds of the looters were caught and put in jail. Many of them turned out to be law abiding citizens. At least they had always been considered as such.
When questioned why they would do such a thing most all of them came up with the same answer. "Why not? Everyone else was doing it!"
If people went nuts like this just because the lights went out for a couple nights what in the world would they do if an atomic bomb exploded? Rodney wondered.
Or, if some enemy that hates our guts; and, there are many would take a few cases of dynamite and blow up a few of our atomic power plants. Deadly radioactive material would be released into the atmosphere. Everyone would panic!
If this trouble in New York was just a sample of what would happen may God help us. We would destroy ourselves in a few days.
When all these facts were fed into the computers all of them came up with the same answer: If we didn't do something to correct this situation we had a ninety percent chance of destroying ourselves within the next twenty years. Progress, as we call it, had been our downfall. Rodney reasoned.
A few big monopolies here in the United States had been playing a big part in bringing this on. It hadn't been too many years ago that such a power failure would have been impossible. The lights going out in New York or any other large city would have caused no trouble.
Most of the big stores, hotels, and other places had an auxiliary power plant so if the main source failed there was another one to back it up.
The same thing in the home. If the power went off people lit up the old kerosene lamp. Everyone had one.
But times had changed. The power companies had convinced the people that these items were no longer necessary. They fell by the wayside.
The gas and oil companies had joined forces and led us down that primrose path saying that there was enough natural gas to give us all the power we would ever need.
Well maybe there was and still is. But Rodney didn't think so. But one thing for sure was they had us under their thumb, and we must pay the price!
Some of the people can no longer afford this luxury. Especially elderly couples living on fixed income, or the many that were now unemployed. Some would be moved out into the streets in a crisis.
Some were smelling the danger. Some fishing boats could no longer pay these high prices for fuel, and had rigged their boats with sails and had gone with the wild wind!
And others would follow.
Rodney Goldsmith was among those that had studied the plans sent in by Henry.
Unlike the river that had all been dammed off, there was still plenty of wind, and it was everywhere. And, unlike oil and gas wells it could not be capped and controlled by a group of people. No one could ever get a monopoly on this giant which was miles tall and covered all the face of the earth!
Thank God they had found this man Henry Bower!
Now they could start building their sanctuary... And, this place would be called THE VALLEY OF HOPE!
"Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real."
-- Iris Murdoch (1919 - 1999)
Word of the Day
Incontrovertible: Impossible to deny or disprove.
-- End Of Chapter Eighteen --
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