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11 December, 2009

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

If you need to catch up on the story so far, you can do so by reading Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6.

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John Galt: Security for Liberty for All (The Day The Dollar Died Part VII): "Lillian was sipping coffee by the cash register when Sandy ran back inside and yelled “Mama, I need your help with the State Patrol.” Lillian carefully placed the cup down and complemented the cashier on her courtesy and understanding, realizing that this could well be the last cup of coffee she got from her favorite restaurant for a long time to come. As she approached her somewhat bedraggled daughter the trooper was getting his report book out and starting to interview his daughter. The trooper started to speak in that South Georgia drawl to Sandy, “Ma’am, I hate to say this, but you really shouldn’t be this far from home ’cause their aren’t any gas stations open with fifty miles of here and I’m not sure if I can help you.” Sandy looked somewhat distraught at her mother who asked the most basic question that anyone could have and should have asked of the officer; “Sir, do you happen to have any spare gas that I can purchase from you?” Sandy looked relieved until the officer snapped at both them in a very firm voice “We can’t spare a drop at this point in time. There is too much going on and I have spent enough time on a case that will never be processed. We are only working major felonies, monetary crimes and area enforcement cases at this time.” Lillian had heard this before as her mother had to deal with the rations manager in the small town of Adel during the big war. Lillian batted her eyes in that adoring grandmother pose and looked into the trooper’s eyes as she said “Sonny, I’ll give you all my money, forty bucks, if you can just spare five gallons so she can get home. I promise that she’ll drop me off west of town and then head on to her house.”..."

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