Restored Republic via a GCR: Update as of August 15, 2024

I was in a diner, sitting in a booth that looked out over the parking lot. I’m thinking it was in TX, but I can’t be sure. Not sure what year it was either.
I noticed a big black car had pulled in, and a suit got out, and opened the door for this guy wearing a cowboy hat and dark sun glasses. I could hear the other diners murmuring.
Anyway, Mr. Cowboy hat comes in, and slide in my booth, right across from me. And right away, asks, “You’re Marty, aren’t you?” I said, “Yeah, but how do you know that?” He said he knew my Dad.
I asked, “So did you serve in ‘Nam with him, or something?” He said he worked with my Father. Said he’d been keeping tabs on me. And that he had a job for me, if I was interested.
First thought:, Okay, this guy’s a faggot, and he’s trying to pick me up.
I told him I wasn’t that way, and wasn’t interested. He gestured to the suit sitting near, and the suit hands him a manila envelope. Mr. Cowboy slid the envelope to me, and said for me to go ahead and take a look.
So I complied. Not sure, but I think it was photos of me in some bad positions, during the lowest point in my life. Nothing illegal, but sick anyways, in my point of view. He said, “Now you’re gonna stand up, and we’re calmly gonna walk out to the car, and you’re going to get in.
He then gestured to the suit to sit beside me, and took off his sunglasses, and with total unbelief, said, ” You really don’t remember who I am? ” I answered no. He said I’d already done a few jobs for him. I had nothing.
I tossed the pics back, and I told him I didn’t care what he did with them. It was then that I felt the pain of the barrel of a gun in my ribs. He said we’re leaving now, and your coming with us. Said he’d even cover the bill for my meal.
I could still people murmuring about Mr. Cowboy Hat, as we made our way to the checkout counter, with me in between, and the suit real close behind me.
In my head, I thought, Okay these guys are gonna take me somewhere and kill me.
I did the only thing I could think of, I shot to my left, and shouted, “No! I’m not going with you!” We had the attention of everyone there, which is what I was counting on.
I shouted, “Can someone call the police? This faggot is trying to kidnap me, and this guy has a gun!”
I heard Mr. Cowboy Hat whisper, ” Okay Marty, we’ll play it your way. ”
They went out, out got in their black car, and people were asking,” Wasn’t that George Bush?” I shouted I didn’t know who he was, cause I really didn’t know…. yet. Someone said the cops were on the way, and I said I wasn’t walking out while that black car was still there.
A police car shows up and I walk out with my arms up, and with his hand on his gun, the officer has me move to his car and place my hands on the hood, and I complied.
He cuffed me and said it was for my own protection, until he could find out what was going on. He put me in the back, then walked over to the black car that I was for sure would have left already. The cop was talking to one of the suits, and then talked to someone inside, probably Cowboy Hat.
He comes back to his car, get behind the wheel and shuts the door. He asked me what was going on. Then he asked, “Do you know who that is?” I said not really. He told me it George Bush, and he wants me to remand you into his custody.
And then it hit me, hard. The memories.
That’s the way it happens sometimes.
It’s happened before. I told the cop that if I get in that car, they were most likely kill me. The policeman asked incredulously, “What’s your connection to him?” Told him it would be best if he didn’t know.
The cop then told me, ” I’ve got no choice but to give you up to them!”
Then he said, “Okay, we’ll do it another way. When I uncuff you, I want you to turn and hit me. Hit me in the jaw , hard. It has to look real. I’ll go to my knees and you run as fast as you can!” I replied that I didn’t know the area, and I had no idea where to go.
He drew some kind of map on the back of a ticket, and told me he’d slip it in my back pocket when he’d uncuff me.
He got out, then opened the to let out, and said that we had to make it to real. I told him to fire a couple shots, just not to hit me in the back.
I got out,we went around to the side facing them, and he had me bend over the hood a little,then he uncuffed me, and I could hear the suit shouting, wanting to know why he was uncuffing me. The cop said, “These are my cuffs. If you want him cuffed, use your own.
It was then that the cop stepped back, and said in a low voice, ” Do it.” As I turned, I hit him in the head as hard as I could, and he went down on one knee, and I took off like a jackrabbit! I heard shots, and the suit yelling.
The rest is kinda cloudy. I just want to thank that Police Officer. He saved my life. I hope he didn’t suffer too much backlash. And I hope he or his family weren’t endangered for helping me. Old Herbert Walker could’ve had them all murdered, and he wouldn’t blinked an eyelash.