The Day The Dollar Died Series Archive

  • By John Galt July 18, 2011 The project that everyone has been demanding and now it is finally complete. My editor disappeared for no apparent reason and I will not speculate as to why this individual was either irresponsible or had personal issues, so I had to go back and re-edit the complete works myself. While the dates might be...

    The Day the Dollar Died: Now Available in PDF Format

    By John Galt July 18, 2011 The project that everyone has been demanding and now it is finally complete. My editor disappeared for no apparent reason and I will not speculate as to why this individual was either irresponsible or had personal issues, so I had to go back and re-edit the complete works myself. While the dates might be...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    “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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    “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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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  • 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...

    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...

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