The Day The Dollar Died Series

America is now officially F#@!ed

by John Galt February 25, 2013 05:00 ET   “Wolverines!” Yup, America’s rebels have won the day again. Of course reality in today’s era is far different from the Cold War ideology and mindset of the youth and even us old farts compared to what is happening now. In fact if there is one conclusion anyone with experience in reality and who dares to be honest with themselves and their family can easily reach, it’s this: America is F#@!ed. I have censored the word all of you have read aloud or…

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The Day the Dollar Died RETURNS

by John Galt May 20, 2012 21:30 ET   After months of haggling, arguing, and bullcrap (much like the Federal Reserve’s nonsense) I have abandoned efforts to make the blovel/novel, “The Day the Dollar Died” which I first published in November of 2009 an online novel for purchase. Needless to say it was a huge success years ago and my readers need a refresher as to what can and probably will happen due to bankster incompetence when all is said and done.   The names might change, but the theory and…



Chapter XXV: Extinction

February 28, 2010 7:30 P.M. Eastern Time, Sarasota, FL-The Slough and the Swamp Darkness finally fell and it appeared that the traffic situation returned to normal for a Sunday night. “Okay everyone, pile into that County Parks SUV right away. Stash your gear in the back but leave room for one person to cover our rear with a rifle if we get any pursuit. You’ll have to shoot to kill,” I said stating the obvious, “and remember they will shoot back. We have to get as far away from town as…


Chapter XXIV: Sunday Service

February 28, 2010 10:00 A.M. Colorado Springs, CO Wendy was not what you would call a very religious person, but her President had asked every American to take time out today to attend Sunday service and pray for the Republic. Wendy noticed a relative return to normalcy in her area with businesses starting to open back up but that pesky curfew keeping the nightlife she used to enjoy to a minimum. “Sigh, now I know what it was like during prohibition,” she muttered to herself. The new government appointed attaché began…


Chapter XXIII: Birdsong

February 27, 2010 2:45 P.M. Central Time, Vicksburg, MS The weather this winter afternoon on the Mississippi River was miserable. It appeared to the boys on the river banks that more rain was moving in and the cold weather that was behind it might freeze up the roads again, a mixed blessing because if they could blow this bridge it would cut off the Mississippi for the Feds and force them to send their home guard contingent down from Memphis and finally determine how this region would finally be settled. At…


Chapter XXII: Your Application Needs Revision

February 26, 2010 2:09 P.M. Eastern Time, Sarasota, FL The commotion my wife screamed about was one thing, the noise coming from my neighbor’s house another. As I grabbed my shotgun and ran towards the front window, I noticed the now familiar black Humvees of the Home Guard along with a SWAT armored car from the Manatee County Sheriff’s office and twelve officers covering my house and James’ home, my neighbor for many years now. With a guard approaching our front door, I handed the shotgun over to my wife and…


Chapter XXI: Burning Fields of Cotton

February 27, 2010 07:01 A.M. Central Time, West Memphis, AR Bill was still stirring his sugar into his coffee, staring at Mike and wondering what was on his mind. “Mike,” he began, “are you okay? You have been sitting there stewing around and staring into space for ten minutes now. Do I need to get you a doctor? I know it was a long trip, hell, none of us got any sleep the last twenty-four hours, especially when we pulled out of the Davenport pig plant.” Mike looked surprised and snapped…


Chapter XX: Help Wanted or Else

February 27, 2010 03:26 A.M. Central Time The radio on the PFC’s vest blared out “Blytheville is a no go. Blytheville is a no go. All units take I-155 to Dyersburg. Follow command vehicle.” Mike looked over at the PFC and turned the radio blaring country music from WSM down and asked, okay PFC, what is this all about? This route could add another two hours to the trip that should already be over and we took four hours to go just over a hundred miles already. Is there something I…


Chapter XIX: No Sharing Allowed

February 26, 2010 4:54 P.M. Mountain Time Wendy was exasperated. After six hours of being put on hold on the telephone, when it worked, and yelling at clerks like herself at various levels of the bureaucratic tree, she thinks that all of the proper approvals have finally been received and was going to try to get some peace so she could sleep well tonight. She pressed the number on her phones and as soon as the ever friendly voice spoke on the other end of the phone Wendy piped up, “Ms….


Chapter XVIII: The Boxankle Adventure

February 26, 2010 12:07 P.M. Eastern Time The hazards of the roads in this portion of Georgia were well known to Tom but when you add spotty ice and check points with trigger happy deputies or terrified residents, the adventure was something to behold. As Tom made the left turn off of Barnesville Road and on to Van Buren he knew that he was not in Kansas any more. “Honey, please keep an eye to the rear for any trouble,” Tom said firmly to his wife, “I don’t want to be…


Chapter XVII: Black Ice

February 26, 2010 05:01 A.M. Central Time (Fergus Falls, MN) The doorbell rang but Mike was already standing there waiting anxiously, having watched the Home Guard escort and OEC assistant walk up the driveway after parking their Humvee at the street. “You do not have a clue as to how close you came to being shot gentlemen,” Mike spoke slowly so they would not doubt his intentions, “people who normally hop my gate get dropped right there in these times. Have you gentlemen lost your mind?” The Home Guard officer was…


Chapter XVI: Where Shopping is a Pleasure

February 8, 2010 By John Galt A quick note to my fans: Gang, my family experienced a death in the family and thus I have been involved with everything from a wild trip to Miami (the highlight of the past week) to the passing of one of my wife’s grandmothers and the sadness there which is a low point that most of us have experienced. To make matters worse, I managed to catch or at least think I have, that stupid flu the northerners brought down with their migration and I’m…


Chapter XV: Truckin’ for God and Country

January 28, 2010 By John Galt February 25, 2010 5:50 P.M. Central Time, Fergus Falls, MN After a long day of checking his truck and trailer out, insuring the fence around the property was secured and laying a little bit of Red Brand barbed wire behind a snow drift just beyond his back porch to slow down any troublemakers or snoopers, Mike was ready to sit down, enjoy some coffee with his wife and his best friend’s better half. The work was hard in sub zero temperatures and worse, the strange…


Chapter XIV: Wendy’s Shining Moment

January 26, 2010 By John Galt February 25, 2010 1:05 P.M. Eastern Time “This is obscene! Honey, come here and read this!”, I yelled out loud to her. I continued my rant, “This is the biggest pile I have ever seen, come here and read just the first two paragraphs of page 246! These people are trying to trap everyone but the super rich inside the borders!” My wife looked at me, exhausted and instead of just taking my word for it, grabbed the documents out of my hands. She glanced…


Chapter XIII: Paper, Plastic, Paper, Plastic

January 20, 2010 By John Galt February 25, 2010 09:05 A.M. Eastern Time The crash of the small trinket my wife used to decorate the cocktail table caused her to come rushing into the room screaming, “What did you break in there and why?” Before my heart could take another beat, I showed her the cover letter which I had just read and told her in a firm voice, “They knew. The damned fools knew all along this would happen. They duped all of us with their lies, their fictional financial…


Chapter XII: Keep My Change?

By John Galt January 13, 2010 February 25, 2010 8:13 A.M. Eastern Time “JAMES! HONEY! What the hell is this spray painted on my house?” I yelled again. My wife came out of the front door looking totally perplexed and yelling back “Don’t you yell at me mister. You left us alone all night. Do you have any idea how little sleep we’ve had? You go out on an adventure and we had to deal with all kinds of issues!” I stood at my porch staring at the front door wondering…


Chapter XI: Dawn Over Amerika

December 30, 2009 By John Galt Just a brief note about this chapter. For those that remember the old ABC miniseries Amerika, the striking resemblance of our compliance should a major no-win national emergency occur might just happen a lot faster than most of us might think. Thus the spelling in this week’s chapter and remember, everything below this portion is FICTION…… February 25, 2010 03:05 A.M. WHACK! And with a sudden sharp pain in his back Tom fell out of the chair by the front window stunned by the object…


Chapter X: The Dented Crown and Worthless Pound

December 28, 2009 By John Galt The following story is another chapter in the ongoing FICTIONAL saga….. February 24, 2010 11:05 P.M. Eastern Time Tom was somewhat sobered up by now, exhausted from nailing boards across the rear and side windows as per his mother-in-law’s instructions. Tom had the oldest scrap wood collection it seemed with various sized boards hammered together over the windows looking like an old cartoon home. When he went into the house, soaked in sweat under his winter coat he bent over, huffing and puffing with his…


There’s Two “T’s” in Ottumwa (The Day the Dollar Died IX)

December 22, 2010 By John Galt Before I begin the next FICTIONAL part of this series (Sorry gang but that disclaimer is for those too slow to understand the fine line), I must thank everyone who has supported me in this ‘blovel’ about a potential scenario for the death or Mr. Dollar. While many might just label this “survivalist” fiction or “extremism” to support an agenda, believe me, I did not start it with the intent of either nor did I think that it would develop a fan base as it…


“CQ, CQ, is Anybody out there?” (The Day the Dollar Died Part VIII)

by John Galt December 16, 2009 The following is an ongoing FICTIONAL ACCOUNT….. February 25, 2010 00:10 A.M. CT Mike’s annoying alarm went off on schedule and as was habit when he was under dispatch, he threw his winter snow gear on over his long johns, threw his boots and gloves on and went outside to check his tractor and trailer. He walked out into the globally warmed temperatures of twenty-seven below zero and as the snow crunched beneath his boots he started to ponder the phone call he received. His…


Security for Liberty for All (The Day The Dollar Died Part VII)

by John Galt December 7, 2009 First a brief commentary. I want to personally thank everyone who has forwarded, copied, reposted, and promoted this web site and the series as it exists today. I was not attempting to present a “professionally written” speculative series novel online (also called a ‘blovel’ I have learned) but rather a series of stories that tied the reality of what could happen to the average person.  While many people view this as a potentially good novel to proceed with, I’ll take a pause on this matter…


Pass Me the Butter and Blueberry Syrup, Please (The Day the Dollar Died Part VI)

by John Galt December 2, 2009 The entire story below is FICTION. Before I post Part VII I shall have a summary of the events  with some commentary since the first installment then a brief discussion about the Appendix I am putting together for the first seven parts. February 24, 2010 9:45 A.M. Sandy’s mother was no spring chicken but being a true Southern girl from Adel gave her the toughness and experience to ride out many a weird situation. Here she was seventy-nine years old and with a south Georgia…


A New Day of Economic Justice for All (The Day the Dollar Died Part V)

by John Galt November 29, 2009 Thou commandest me to lead forth this people; and thou dost not let me know whom thou wilt send with me, especially whereas thou hast said: I know thee by name, and thou hast found favour in my sight Exodus 33:12 35:31. And hath filled him with the spirit of God, with wisdom and understanding, and knowledge, and all learning, 35:32. To devise and to work in gold and silver and brass, The reality of the crisis will soon sink in on the American public…


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Arrogance of the Gods (The Day the Dollar Died Part IV)

by John Galt November 25, 2009 “And Zeus gave ample plunder to their hand, That they embark and get them to their land With ships full-laden,  even on them great fear Falls of the Watchers in heaven who stand.” –The Odyssey by Homer, Book Fourteenth, page 159, translated by J.W. Mackail 1905 Alas a quick note before I present the fourth entry. The proverbial “powers that be” are our collection of Gods in the minds of those married to a digital scroll of symbols and numbers flashing across their screens every…


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“I Have Been to the Fields of Gettysburg” (The Day the Dollar Died Part III)

by John Galt November 21, 2009 The following story  is what some like to call speculative fiction, what I like to call a potential scenario for the culmination of thirty-six plus years of blunders by an incompetent group of bankers hell bent on completing their one hundred year plan of world financial domination. Of course their inability to grasp or destroy the concept of nationalism and individual identity will prove to be their ultimate undoing, but you can not tell them anything, so we all get to suffer while they learn….


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American Hangover (The Day the Dollar Died, Part II)

by John Galt November 19, 2009 The following story is a fictional perspective I see possible during a week long currency crisis created by the United States government and how it might well be viewed from the eyes of a blogger, a truck driver and a warehouse section manager. The premise might seem like a crisis that could not happen here, but does it really take much of a reach to come to these conclusions? Each individual might react differently, each aspect of the story questionable to some degree but the…


The Day the Dollar Died

by John Galt November 18, 2009 The following story is a potential fictional time line for the day the dollar died. I hope not to instill fear or loathing but to give everyone some perspective on a POSSIBLE outcome which does not really take much of a reach to come to any conclusion. Despite popular belief and promises from those who wish to rob you of your savings and investments, the collapse of the dollar might just be an event measured in hours, not days as their control is not what…


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