Chapter 4 Going For The Gold Dome



Captain Pickens was quit pleased that their mission, even though originally disrupted by an Israeli frigate missile attack – it was now positively successful.  They had taken out Dimona, he and his crew had made history, there was no going back on the timeline, the world was now forever changed, the Israel nuclear weapons program that had been black mailing the world had been neutralized forever.

But a more daunting task lay ahead, the crew was tasked with multiple targets, and their second target was right in the center of the old city of Jerusalem, the infamous Temple Mount, where the most famous Muslim temple stood, the Dome of the Rock!  Would he be able to get in there, past any defenses, and lay down a B61 without it being destroyed by Jewish, Christian, or Muslim snipers eager to preserve their holiest city?

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If they got shot down, they would be facing the wrath of the believers of all stripes, would the world ever forgive them for what they were about to do?  He knew it had to be done, the Abrahamic religions had brought the world the brink of destruction – monotheism, the belief in one true god – was the mythological force driving the world to ruin.

The world had just suffered nuclear war and 3 billion people had perished, Zionism was the main culprit, especially the Christian Zionists who were fervently supporting the genocidal and racist state of Israel, which had herded the Palestinians into the biggest open air prison and was repeatedly bombing them with American made aircraft and bombs.  Israel was the big trouble maker in the Middle East, even though the Jewish owned media presented the opposite viewpoint.

What the command staff wanted was simple, the end to Biblical prophecy fulfillment that was driving the world over the cliff.  If the Temple Mount was completely destroyed, glassed over and made radioactive forever, then the faiths of the world’s three primary religions would fade away.  This contentious site, needed to be evaporated so that no faith could claim it, no Jew or Muslim could build temples on it, and no one could worship there every again.  Command wanted that site made gone forever and Pickens had volunteered for this job wholeheartedly.


The National Security Apparatus, set up after WW2, had been busy perfecting Tesla technology, working on time travel machines, anti-gravity machines.  The USAF even had a fleet of TR3B’s that freely operated from the lower atmosphere and into the solar system, while the world was still stuck in the Dark Ages of religion and still worshipping an angry sky god.  The military leadership was going to shove the world into the new age, ready or not.

What Pickens couldn’t understand is that when Russia secretly attacked America on 12 March 2015, why Diego Garcia was spared.  All the NORAD sites had been hit on the first strike, the missiles in North Dakota were gone, the nuclear Navy subs were being held back, he didn’t know why.  The problem with hierarchical systems is that you never knew the real game even on the next level up.

Pickens knew that as you moved up the food chain, that the decision making was more and more political until you reached the level of General, where the military interfaced with the insane politicians.  America and the entire Rothschild empire was run by psychopaths who curried favor with the defense establishment and the Wall Street money men.  The US military was whipped like a dog and had to carry out every extreme move even if it cost the nation.  Many of the best officers left, leaving the military to the flunkies.  The days of Curtis LeMay were long gone.

Pickens had always wondered why anyone in Iowa needed Wall Street asset strippers.  We the people could collocate our capital, we had the internet and we could have capitalism without the money junkies in New York City.  The situation had gone crazy at the end of the game, America was put into no win wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and the wars went on and on without end because the purpose of the war was not only to destroy enemies of Israel, but also to line the pockets defense contractors.

He was suspect that backroom deals were made between Russia and the USA before the initial strike, that his mission wasn’t a product of happenstance, that Russia spared Diego because the Command needed B-52’s to take out the sinister sites, then they could remain aloof and blame it on a lone nut, not take the blame for taking out the world’s holiest city.  He could see why Russia wouldn’t nuke Jerusalem, they didn’t want the blame.  Everyone knew he was an outspoken atheist, Pickens was worried he was being made a patsy in a larger play, Command could hang his radical actions on lone nut.

The system begged you to move up the chain of command, because at each level you would know more about the real game, who was screwing who.  Captain Pickens had been held back due to his own drinking habits, all he could do is try to conceptualize the real game going down and play it to his advantage.  He was well read and familiar enough with the system not to trust it.  He knew in his heart of hearts that his whole life had led up to this moment, and he had to survive the politics of the Command Staff.

Captain Pickens had nearly 8,000 hours flying for the USAF, he had been passed over because of his downgraded ratings on his Officer Evaluation Reports, he was considered an alcoholic and a loose cannon.  But he was a team player and and excellent pilot.  Do to the Gulf Wars, the military kept him on duty when he should of been retired a long time ago.  He knew he was on his last mission, he wanted to go down in history as the greatest pilot of all time, one who stood taller than General Paul Tibbets who piloted the B-29 Enola Gay and dropped the first atomic bomb in history.

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So what was the real game of Command Staff he wondered as they made their way toward Jerusalem? They had been forced low level and burned extra fuel, they weren’t going to make it back to Diego Garcia directly but would have to land at one of the many alternative sites in that region unless they could call up a flying gas station, a KC-135 or KC-10 that could refuel their bomber. The US military empire had hundred of bases in and around the oil fields, they dominated the region, they needed to land, refuel and get off the African continent as fast as possible.

Pickens was all of a sudden tired and got the coffee thermos out, it was time to take out the next target and worry later, he had a mission to complete.  “Hey Nav, how long to the Gold Dome?”

“Twenty three minutes Pilot”

“Co, how’s the fuel?”  Pickens could see the fuel gauges and added up in his head 130,000 pounds but wanted to see if the Copilot was on top of his game.

“126K Pilot.”

“Close enough.”  The Co looked at him again, with a confused expression, he often wondered where the hell Pickens was coming from half of the time, and right now he was sober.

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The pilots started the low level descent check list, they were going for another low level strike, they had one more low level nuke outfitted with a parachute.  The plan was simple they were going to use mountainous cover and come in from the southwest, fly right up the middle of the Dead Sea and hook a left and pop over the mountains before Jerusalem.  By the time anyone saw them coming or could do anything about it they would be dropping the bomb on their precious holy city.

Captain Pickens had been outspoken about his political views for his entire career, he had offended so many believers, who were in the vast majority in the Air Force, he just couldn’t understand how anyone could believe any of that Bible stuff.  He spent much of his spare time reading, including comparative mythology.  He was now descending into the rolling hills desert area south of the Dead Sea, he could start making it out under the scattered clouds.  He knew all about this area, for this was the place of the Essenes and the Dead Sea Scrolls.


He was keen on this place and was seeing it for the first time.  After the Romans had reconquered Judea in 68 A.D., many scrolls had been hidden in clay pots along the western coast of this very place, because of the low humidity they had survived in a very tattered condition until rediscovered in 1946.  The elites tried to hide the information, but it was all released over the internet.

Here he was, making history and flying right up the camel’s ass where all this Christ insanity started.  He knew Christianity far better than his Christian friends, he was amazed how they knew basically nothing about the origin of their faith.  Christianity was written by Rome as propaganda, they were trying to pacify the militant Jewish Zealots would kept rebelling.  Pickens own opinion was that Christ never even existed, that Josephus was the original author of the Gospels and the entire New Testament was pure state propaganda.

So he was so very happy that at this moment in time he had been chosen to be the very person to drop the bomb on these believing mother fuckers who had spent the last two thousands years enslaving and killing humanity to their will.  He was making history and was damn proud to be the one, he wondered how Titus felt when rolled in his army two millenia earlier.  “Holy land my ass!” he said outloud.  Once again the copilot looked over worriedly.  The pilot smiled and laughed again, the co had no idea what was really going down.

How many people had been slaughtered in the holy land?  Now the killing was going exponential as Muslim hardliners had taken control of ISIS after the nuking of the western nations.  ISIS had been funded and supplied by the CIA.  Israel had created ISIS to wreck havoc on the Muslims and create their new “greater Israel” but now the table had been turned, the ISIS Frankenstein monster was now a big well oiled organization going after Israel.  For a second, Pickens thought karma must be legit.

So many innocent people had been bloodied for so long someone needed to put and end to it and he was sure glad that General Keck was now President.  Finally the military was in control of the insane nation called Amerika.  Keck immediately put an end to the terror apparatus, and reinstated the gold standard.  Finally America was back on track toward sanity, and most of the creepy politicians seen on Fox News had been vaporized.  In fact the entire Fox News building was gone and most of New York City lay in ruins.

Captain Pickens was not surprised by any of the shit that went down in the last two weeks, the nation was in state of insanity leading up to her end, how else could it have ended except with a bang when the last administration, whores of Rothschild, were over in Ukraine starting up another world war with Russia?  The world was now minus 3 billion people and there was still a cleanup job to be done.

As the bomber flew along just 800 feet above the Dead Sea, the crew was silent.  The pilot and copilot scanned for fighters or missiles, bogies as they called them, and there was nothing, just the calm bluish grey Dead Sea surrounded by light brown to whitish cliffs where not much was growing.  This sure wasn’t Nebraska where you could grow endless rows of corn and soybeans, how in the hell did anyone live here – what did they eat?

This was hell, it was below sea level so it must be hell.  America was paradise and Israel was hell as far as Captain Pickens was concerned, and now it was time to give the Jews back the hell bomb that all those Jewish scientists had created during World War 2.  He was going to bomb hell with the hell bomb, that made Pickens roariously laugh.  Once again the copilot was puzzled by Pickens laugh, why wasn’t the aircraft commander taking this shit serious, he was practically shitting his pants while the guy in the left seat reminiscing as if they were on a holiday cruise.

Pickens was sipping coffee from a paper cup, the autopilot was holding altitude, the throttle brake was on so that they wouldn’t slip from the engine vibration, and he was flying with his left knee, completely unconcerned, looking out the left window at the cliffs.  “Hey co, do you see those white cliffs up ahead at 340?”

“Yeah, see um.” the copilot grimly responds.

“Just a few decades ago they found the Dead Sea Scrolls in holes in those cliffs.”

There was a pause then the copilot said:  “You sure know alot.”

Pickens then asked “Hey guns, you awake?”

“Yep,” he replied in an alert voice.

“Good we’re going in boys, this is the big moment you’ve been waiting for, we is going to the holy land of holy sanctified ones where all this shit started a long time ago.”

The gunner then replied, “Give ’em hell cowboy, yeah hah!”  The entire crew laughed.

“Alrighty then, lets do this” and then Pickens started turning left to the new heading inbound direct to Jerusalem.  He ran the throttles up and pulled the nose up in one smooth gesture as they ascended the mountain range just south of Qumran cliffs.  Their bomb destination, the Temple Mount, was now just walking distance away and they would be there in a few minutes.

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