I want a normal life back

I want to be able to drive to the grocery store without passing through three checkpoints, all manned by armed persons wearing different uniforms.

I want to be able to allow my son to walk to his "favorite" park to play.

I want to be able to not have to worry about what I say in the fear that I'll get whisked away to some dark hole.

I want a normal life back.

Visitors to my humble abode

I had some visitors to my abode this morning. Seems there was an explosive device along Portsmouth Boulevard that caused a fair amount of havoc when it went off yesterday. The Central Government is working with the jihadists to find out who planted the device. My home, along with everyone else in my neighborhood, was searched. I was almost taken away, but thankfully I was able to convince the young black-hooded jihadist, who was supported by a squad of heavily armed police officers, that I as a loyal citizen of the RUSA. I think it helped that I was able to show a prayer blanket prominently rolled up on my living room coffee table.

It seems that when the device went off, a convoy was mid-way through the kill zone. When the device went off, it caught the tail end of a police tactical vehicle and the front of a jihadist vehicle that was carrying a prominent imam who is working with the Central Government.

I was able to tear-up at the new that the imam died when my visitors told me. I had to step on a tack in my bare feet in order to get the tears running down my cheek; nobody seemed to notice my limping afterwards.

My heart jumped with joy. Not that I would wish anyone dead, but they have brought such death and destruction to us that I am somewhat joyful when they are paid back.

Last night was "the bomb"

I felt energized. It reminded me of when I was in uniform: the planning, the execution, the adrenalin.

Anyway, my neighbor had been arranging for an improvised explosive device. He finished it a couple of days ago, and we decided to place it last night.

Down on London Boulevard, they're redoing some of the road, making repairs and filling in holes. We decided to take advantage of it.

Now, I have to say that there haven't been many roadside IEDs in Portsmouth. The Constitutionalists have kept to other sorts of tactics. But they've decided that roadside devices, targeted to the roving patrols from the central government's armed forces.

Anyway, we struck out after dark, and after the curfew. We kept to the shadows. A couple of times we had to stop and hide to keep out of sight of passing patrols. Thankfully, there weren't any dismounted patrols. My neighbor had earlier picked out a spot near the other side of the Adbul-Qawi (formerly the Martin Luther King, Jr.) overpass; we got there between midnight and one, and we laid the charges and arranged the detonation system.

I was most impressed with the detonation system. The system involved several sensors, including three cameras allowing for remote viewing of the road leading to the detonation zone along with the one showing the detonation zone. Everything is wireless and digital, sending signals in quick bursts rather than analog and continuous like traditional radio. We set it up and then got back home by sunrise.

I was pretty excited, and glad that I have taken the step to become actively involved in helping get rid of the jihadists and other occupiers.

I've made a decision

This was not easily reached. I am an American, but I have been mostly quiet these past few years. I have sat back and watched. I have decided that I will no longer sit by. Quiet, yes. But I must act.

The America I knew is gone, at least from the Commonwealth of Virginia. I know there are bits and pieces of the former United States of America which still follow the Constitution.

Anyway, I have decided to throw my lot in with the Constitutionalists. The other night, I was talking with a neighbor; I said I was fed up with things. That even when President Bush suspended habeas corpus throughout the United States, even when President Bush acknowledged he'd ordered massive electronic wire taps on Americans throughout the land, even when we learned those wire taps covered all voice communications and also all the bits and bytes flying through the Internet is packets upon packets... even during those times, things weren't as bad as they are now.

My neighbor asked if I'd ever thought of acting rather than just bitching.

I replied that I would, if I could. I wasn't willing to throw my life away, but I was willing to take managed risks in action.

Turns out he is already a man of action.

We go out tonight for my first mission. Assuming all goes well, I'll post tonight.

I'm okay... neighborhood has gone to hell, however

Silence on my end. Sorry. I've been overtaken by events and unable to blog.

There was a suicide bombing shortly after my last post. Someone tried to get into the Portsmouth Federal, er, the Portsmouth Central Government Building. They made it past two checkpoints, or so I heard. Then they started to draw suspicions, and the guy set it off. Some sort of new-fangled explosives compliments of the True Americans.

Anyway, it caused a lot of damage and killed more than fifty people. One shot. All dead. Even collapsed part of the single-story portion of the building.

Well, the response was overwhelming. My home was searched by jihadists, the RUS Army, and the ISF. And they didn't even have the decency to coordinate searches or even be content with one trip through.

And, I've been worried that my electrons can be traced, but I talked to a buddy of mine who said the program I'm using is foolproof. I hope. One of my neighbors was dragged away for questioning by some uniformed jihadists; he's been gone for three days now. It's not a pleasant thought.

Taking a trip across town

In the old days -- for me, that means pretty much anytime before May 1st, 2005 -- picking up my sons from my former spouse's home was pretty much a breeze. Three miles and that was that. Well, it's still three miles, but that's not that, at least anymore.

Now I have to decide what route I'm going to take. Each decision point leads me to the possibility of a check-point which could turn out to be fatal.

I've given up driving Crawford Street between North and the pavilion. The Portsmouth Federal Building is still the federal presence in Portsmouth, albeit a slightly different "federal." Now the building is the Portsmouth Central Government Building, and it doesn't house the U.S. Coast Guard any more, either. And there's no post office there, of course. That wouldn't make sense: let's have a post office where no one can get to it.

The PCGB is behind layer and layer of security; it's not possible to drive within three blocks of the building, at least for us regular Joes. The PCGB is home to several agencies of the RUSA, including the Border Services Agency. I guess you could say that the Coast Guard is still housed there, since the BSA subsumed parts of the Coast Guard.

Anyway, getting back to trips to get my sons. I don't get to see them as much, now, since the trip is sometimes problematic. Today, I took the most direct route, straight down London Boulevard. Thankfully, I had to only pass through one checkpoint staffed by members of the Internal Security Force. There were no problems... getting into the neighborhood where Dianne lives, was a little more difficult. There was a neighborhood-staffed checkpoint, the sort that just folds up and disappears when the uniforms show up.

Sunday morning checkpoints

Well, it was nothing the other night, just zoomers using the Elizabeth River like the helicopters of the U.S Navy & U.S. Coast Guard did before...

Went to church today. We were going to go to Saint Christopher's over in Churchland, but Sunday morning usually has more than its fair share of checkpoints set up. We didn't have time due to a late start; we walked to Trinity instead.

There were patrols along the road, and there was a checkpoint at Court and London, along with the semi-permanent, sand-bagged checkpoint a mere block away at Court and High. As we walked past, I checked out the defenses. Doesn't matter how many times the insurgents attack, it always comes back. I noticed there were new bomb craters down High Street, and the jihadists had put snipers on the roof of Trinity Church. The irony escapes most everyone, I think.

2 years of this...

It's been two years now since the USA was invaded, the jihadists and the Marderoddiates launching seemingly coordinated strikes against us.

I am starting this blog, anonymously, because I know my comments will, if attributed to me, likely result in my death. I started this blog now because I have just discovered how to cover my tracks electronically and remain anonymous.

Anyway, it's been two years now; I'm hoping this blog will document what's been going on... all told from my local perspective.

I live in Portsmouth, Virginia, in the Republic of the United States of America. Things have certainly changed here over the last two years. Portsmouth used to have maybe 20 or 30, in a really bad year, violent deaths (ie, murder) annually. We're running that much a month, now.

More on that later. Logging off now as I hear zoomers overhead.