The Police Revolt of 2016
The Police Revolt of 2016
Wednesday, August 12, 2015, 09:00
Despite the occasion, it was actually a beautiful day. The sun was warm on Sean's face, and there was just enough wind to allow the flags to wave. As he often did, he gazed intently at the American flag and thought of those who had suffered, bled, and died for that flag and the country it represented. He lowered his gaze and glanced across at the obviously pregnant widow and small son of murdered Officer William Dillon. So young to be a widow with two children who will never know their father.
He was trying to remember all of the police and military funerals he had attended in the last few years when the order "Attention" was given, and instantly, with a sound like a crack of thunder, 5,000 Police Officer's snapped to. Taps began to play as Officer Dillon's casket was lowered into the ground. The casket flag was presented to the widow by the honor guard, and "Amazing Grace" sounded on the Bagpipes. Secretly, every officer there, and in the country for that matter, was wondering, "What if that were me? What about my family?"
When the last notes sounded, Mrs. Dillon was helped to the limo. In order to face the limo as it drove by, every officer present made either a left or right turn, while holding their salute. The command, "Order Arms," was given, the salutes came down, and the parade was dismissed. In a somber mood, all of the officers began making their way back to the hotels that they were staying in. By pre-arrangement, Sean met a group of senior officers from various departments across the country at the gravesite. They had first met several years ago at a police officer's funeral and, unfortunately, had met at many others in the last few years. On top of this, they had also gotten together at professional schools and conferences for senior police officials that were held across the country. Sean had had many conversations -both individually and in groups- with these men and women. And, from what they said, they were as passionate as he was in their desire to save the country.
Out of all of them, he knew he could count on Sara Mahoney. More than just count on...she actually scared him. She wanted to hang every member of congress from a tree with a sign around their neck that read: "I Betrayed the Constitution." Sean believed that, given her way, she would actually do it. The other certainty was Joseph Annino, an amazing man. A graduate of West Point, an MBA from Harvard, a Major on the Virginia State Police, and best of all, a full Colonel in the Virginia National Guard. "Lot's of firepower there!" thought Sean. Annino's plan was simple: march on Washington DC, arrest all of the traitors there, declare an interim government and correct all of the unconstitutional actions taken by the government in the last forty years. As Annino stated on many occasions, he had taken an oath to "Defend the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic ," and in Annino's opinion the domestic enemies were far more dangerous than any foreign. Yes, Annino was that ready to fulfill his patriotic duty. Well, that pretty much was exactly what they were going to do.
As they stood there in a group, before any preliminaries, Sean asked, "Well, who is ready for a revolution led by us, the police?"
To Sean's surprise, none of them looked shocked. On the contrary, they were all nodding and smiling.
Sara was the first to speak. "Let's do it. How and when?"
One by one, the others joined.
"Count me in."
"It's about time."
"I guess we were all just waiting for a leader."
Sean smiled to himself; he had picked the right group of friends- no, the right group of patriots! Annino was practically crying, he was so happy.
"The 'when' is during the Law Enforcement Memorial week in DC, May, 2016." Edward Larkin, a Captain Detective from the Chicago Police and an expert in surveillance and counter surveillance,