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INDEPENDENCE DAY 181And so, what had taken place over the course of the last two years of watching the war on television andof discussing its awful realities with Mom and Dad is that these children had been robbed of their youthand their innocence. They understood life and the ugly side of human nature much better than childrenshould, and this was the reason why there was no excitement in their eyes tonight while watching therockets’ red glare and bombs bursting in air. Rather, they looked upon the images as any decent individualwith open eyes should in America of 2004; a disgusting display of patriotic pornography that was abringer of disease and death. It was pure smut, a way of defiling what would normally have been thebeautiful act of expressing one’s love for the country in a wholesome, healthy way and of replacing itwith a whorish, cheap, and sterile performance for lustful spectators. Worse yet is the fact that the nationallife and vitality that should have been produced by the consummation of this political marriage was (justas had been taking place in the literal sense over 4,000 times a day during the course of the last 30 years)torn to pieces by the political and cultural abortionists in Washington, New York, and Los Angeles, leavingin their wake a trail of death and destruction for hundreds of millions.And so, having had their fill of these ugly scenes and of being scandalized in such a frightful way, allwent upstairs in single file as they had come down, a silent march, that, although not uttering a word, yetspoke volumes.Having had enough of it herself, his wife followed suit and went to bed, leaving our friend in solitude toponder other thoughts that refused to be chased away the night on which Americans were busy celebratingtheir freedom, Independence Day.——————————————————————————————————————————————The phone ringing at 3 am in the morning could never be a good thing. It was either bad news or a prank.For this particular individual, a phone call at 3 am to this number was particularly worrisome, since,being the most popular actor in the world, he had only given it out to a handful of friends and relatives.He heard his wife and the youngest of their seven children stir as the rings continued.“Hello?” he answered, expecting to hear the voice of his father or someone else from the family withsome kind of important news.“You think you’re pretty smart don’t you?” taunted the voice on the other line. It was a man’s voice, menacing,with a thick Brooklyn accent. The actor had heard the voice before, since this was not the first time he hadbeen called in this manner. The voice continued. “You made me and my friends really mad, and we’re going tomake sure that you pay for your crimes, you and your entire family. Think about that when you’re trying to get backto sleep.” The actor started to say something, displaying that angry, determined look on his face that hehad famously worn in his movies and which had been seen before by millions of people around theworld, but before he could get a word out, the line went dead.“How did they get this number?” he thought in disbelief. It was a brand new number, and only about 5people had it. The only way possible was to break into the phone company’s computer banks and retrieveit, which would have required the resources of a government or at the very least, its passive cooperation.His crime, the thing that had outraged this tiny minority of tyrants and which had driven them to thebrink of madness was his decision to make a movie about the one man who was the most revered by theworld’s 1 billion Christians and 1.5 billion Muslims, Jesus of Nazareth. In the months leading up to therelease of the movie, the Zionist organizations had gone ballistic and had pulled the levers on everymachine upon which they held sway in trying to destroy this man and his project. Under their direction,