Alfred Wilbur O’Bannon Senior (Anchor) or (Donk)

 Membership: The Deaths Hand/Freedom Patriots

Race: Human

Height: 5’8

Bio: As of late there has been allot of hate being spewed towards this former anchor of the Seattle World News, with the recent revelation of him being a sworn member of the Deaths Hand. Well for Alfred his membership into the infamous terrorist cell was not fully his to make, this man has a story like and like many of the Hand and the other agencies fighting against the European Legion or the False Flag there story is only part of the situation; though for Alfred O’Bannon his tale is everything and the Deaths Hand is only one of the agencies this man works for. I am not writing this to excuse the actions of the Hand or even take light to all the lives that Alfred has taken since he fully joined the war back in 2021 joining sides with his lifelong friends Tudor Yates, Martin Hakett and Alexander Church to fight against the foundation of the False Flag; though for Alfred his quest was personal and his target was and still is Agent Jonathan White of the Freedom Task Force. With a career that spanned over fifty years before being exposed as an agent of the Hand, I must say that Anchor is one of the best infiltrators the world has ever seen and even surpassing the legend of Zephyr. This man only became exposed once the Deaths Hand assaulted the Emerald City back in November of 2073, and even then it took a frantic and angered reporter to dig deep, really deep to uncover anything about the Alfred O’Bannon and the Anchor. Once he was exposed this man vanished into the either and hasn’t been seen since, though we know that he is still in action as reports of the Anchor can be heard from coast to coast as he fights alongside his true brothers in arms the Freedom Patriots. He is a Deaths Hand member by proxy and by force, he is a Patriot by choice as he is American born and raised, Anchor’s love for his nation burns bright within his heart and his patriotism is unmatched by anyone for he has fully accepted his place in the great scheme of things, and if it wasn’t for his close personal friends back in 2021 Mr. O’Bannon might have not survived the events that would bring him to where he is today.

Mr. O’Bannon holds deep discontent for the United Canadian American States and the rise of the European Legion and not to mention the Native American Nations that butchered millions of innocent American citizens during their rise in 2018. Mr. O’Bannon only entered the fray come 2021 once Agent White made a fatal mistake and targeted Alfred’s mentally and physically disabled down syndrome son. Though before I get into the events that turned this caring father and husband into a cold blooded killer, we must take a trip back in time to when Anchor was just like you and I living a relatively normal life. His actual birth records have been lost do to the Data Crash of 2029, so one can only figure that he is like many that have been gifted with a form of longevity that has allowed this once news hound to live long past his prime and outlive many of his friends and family. Though for O’Bannon who lived within Seattle during the 1990’s and maybe even before this is unknown as the data has been lost over time, he would graduate from Seattle University with a degree in broadcast journalism and continue his education to receive his masters in political journalism and he would work for various news papers as a field reporter until he would land a job within Seattle World News as a correspondent and eventually finding his way to the news desk, then head anchor for the evening news. His life seemed to be going as planed, he would marry his high school sweetheart just after he graduated college and would prepare to spend his life with her, protecting her from harm and eventually raising a family. For Alfred family was everything, and he was raised to respect the family unit and understand that family will always be there for you, he the middle son of three and he was close to each of his brothers, they would all still gather on Sundays at their parents for Sunday dinner. The O’Bannon family was a very tight night group and they would all give you the shirt of their backs if asked, though in direct contrast to Alfred’s persona was his close friends Tutor who was the polar opposite of Alfred, though the two would balance each other out and would become very good friends and even their families would become quite close over the years. Alfred would meet Martin and Alexander through Tudor and the four would hit it off smashingly, even though Alfred was the only pure soul among the group, it didn’t seem to matter and Alfred never actually saw their other live, Tudor knew that he would never approve nor accept their criminal activity.

Well for Alfred everything was going as planned, he was married, bought a new house and had a decent paying job; his wife had become pregnant with their first child and for Alfred he couldn’t be happier to begin starting a family with the women he loved since childhood. Seeing that his new bride was the girl next door and they would play together as children, their parents always joked that they would be married someday; well almost twenty years later the were married and now they were expecting their first child. Alfred would begin to put together the nursery and be a ball of nerves as any expecting father is, well one evening while he was off bowling with his friends and unwinding after work; keeping a close eye on his cell phone he would get the call he never wanted. He would be crushed and brought to tears, only to be consoled by Tudor and Alexander as he would revel that his beloved had miscarried and their son was lost. His friends brought Alfred home to be with his wife and stayed around to help if they could, well for the happy couple they where destroyed, though the loss of their child only brought them closer together and Alfred did all he could to stay strong and help his wife through the trying time.

It took many months before Alfred could bring himself to enter the nursery and begin the clear out the room, when he would be hit with yet another emotional outpouring when his wife would return from the doctor to announce that she was pregnant again. He was ecstatic and figured it was a sign form God for his good deeds and being a loving husband. Though nine months later the couple would be faced with another tragedy and as his wife Doris would go into labour, they rushed off to the hospital and after many long hours in the delivery room Alfred began to notice the sullen look on the doctors and nurses faces and new something wasn’t right. Being a trained interviewer he had become very acute to body language and would ask the doctor to follow him into the hallway to speak out of Doris’s earshot. Initially the doctor didn’t want to tell Alfred what was wrong, but the skilled reporter sensed the doctor was hiding something and demanded him to spill the beans; well the doctor put his hand on Alfred’s shoulder and told him that his unborn daughter had died unexpectedly during labour and that Doris was about to give birth to a still born baby. Alfred nearly collapsed when he heard the news and as tears swelled in his eyes, he had to make the imposable decision to not tell his wife about the child’s passing until after it was born; than as a good anchor he put on the fake smile and returned to his wife’s side to continue coaching here through the process all knowing that he was going to be preparing a funeral and not a babies first day home. He just chocked back the emotion and remained strong for his beloved Doris knowing that if she knew that their daughter was already dead it would kill her. Hopefully he could do damage control after the fact and the medical staff would be smart in their records and when they tell them about the death.

Well for the O’Bannon’s the death of their daughter was almost to much to handle and it would test there marriage completely, Doris couldn’t even bring herself to get out of bed for months after leaving the hospital and fell into a deep depression; leaving Alfred to plan and prepare for the funeral and burial arrangements for their still born daughter that the named Tiffany Doris O’Bannon. His family and friends would prove to be invaluable during this time as they stood by the mourning couples side, and helped Doris and even Alfred with their depression. It was many years after the death of Tiffany that the couple was even able to partake in martial relations as both began to sleep apart and Alfred would begin to focus on his work, he loved Doris more than anything in the world but the pain was still to real an he couldn’t risk another failed pregnancy as he felt there marriage wouldn’t survive another dead child. They say time heals all wounds and for the O’Bannon’s that was the case and by the summer of 2008 they would once again be back in the same room and eventually all the years of unused sexual energy would bring the couple to consummate once again. Once they were given the word later that year that Doris was in fact pregnant the couple would feel not a surge of happiness but total dread as they where fearful of the fate of their unborn child. Well through a little faith the medical workings of their new doctor Wilbur Gravel and prayers of their friends, family and church family the O’Bannon’s would see the birth of their third child. Though Dr. Gravel did warn them that this child was going to be born disabled as it had Down Syndrome and would possible be suffering additional physical and mental disabilities. The O’Bannon’s didn’t care and Wilbur knew that they would raise and care for the child with all the love and care it deserved, so in the spring of 2009 their son was born and given the name Alfred Wilbur O’Bannon Junior.

Though as the O’Bannon’s begin to raise their child, they would come to learn that in fact it did have further conditions and disabilities that would require full time medical care that the couple just couldn’t handle on their own and would be forced to admit there child into a facility properly suited to care for a child with the disabilities that young Alfred would suffer from. They might not have been able to properly care for their child they would not be absentee parents and where quite active in there sons development, Alfred would take it on himself to go and have a vasectomy not wishing to risk any further disabled or still born children; as the couple dodged a bullet with Alfred Junior but as the got older the risks increased. Though for the O’Bannon’s their trial through disaster wasn’t yet over and during a yearly physical Doris would be sent to a specialist as Dr. Gravel was concerned by some of the blood work results and wanted another set of eyes and further tests to be run. As Doris nervously drove across town, her husband was preparing to give the 5 o’clock news and unaware that anything was wrong with his wife. Alfred sat at his desk staring at a photo of his family wondering if he had made a mistake in placing his child in a home, though as he contemplated the meaning of being a good father his wife Doris was about to receive news that no single person ever wants to hear. As Doris sat before a specialist who was reviewing the results from the multiple tests he ran on her, would coldly explain to Doris that she had cancer and the prognoses was not good. She was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer and given 6 months to live if she was lucky, Doris was told to go home and get her affairs in order. The distraught Doris tried to reach out to her faithful husband to tell him the terrible news, but Alfred had already gone on the air and was not answering his phone.

Alfred would come home with his friends after his evening broadcast to play a few hands of poker before bedding down for the evening to unwind, when he was meet at the door by a tear filled Doris; Alfred’s stomach dropped and he knew something was horribly wrong and now regretted not returning her call before he left the station. He would excuse himself from Tudor, Martin and Alexander as he walked off alone with his wife to find out what was wrong. So on the cool summer evening of August 18th 2011 Alfred would come to learn of his wife’s illness and watch as his world would come crumbling down. The women he loved since he was a child and his wife of fifteen years was just given a death sentence, and there was nothing that they could do about it. This news for Alfred was unacceptable and he was going to do whatever it took to save his beloveds life, this would be the point that Alfred would first step into the world of the criminal as a informant and contact to his good friends, he knew they were involved in very nefarious activity and normally just turned the other check and ignored it. Now on the other hand he was going to place himself directly within their payroll so that he could afford the very expensive and experimental treatments and surgeries to save his wife. He couldn’t place this burden on his direct and extended family and he knew that his son would never be able to understand what was happening to his mother. Alfred would take out a second mortgage on his home and drive himself further into debt than he had ever been before to keep his son in the medical home as well as pay for the treatments being supplemented by the funds provided by his friends for information and assistance with staying ahead of the law enforcement. Alfred couldn’t stop working during this period of time, for if he lost his insurance everything was in vain and he could just bury his wife; he would need to assistance of the Yates family to help with Doris and her recovery and treatments while he was away on assignment or at the station. For Tudors wife it went without asking and she was more than wiling to help her best friend while Alfred was away, Alfred would repay the kindness by helping out with the children and bringing them to the station to learn about journalism and also allow Alfred a chance to be like a real father instead of a part time parent he considered himself. During his wife’s treatment if it wasn’t for the Yates, Alfred wasn’t sure that he would have been able to make it through let alone be able to handle the rough times, being able to be given an escape by caring for Maximilian and Andrew would be enough to help him cope with everything he and Doris were going through, though his conscience was eating at him with the selling of his credibility to his friends and he was feeling guilty helping care for the Yates children while his own son sat in the medical home.

Well for Doris she would beat the odds and her six months would turn into nearly a decade before she would once again be plagued with cancer and this time she would succumb to the illness and pass away with Alfred by her bedside holding her hand as Doris would take her last breath and slip away peacefully into eternal slumber. Though before that day would arrive the O’Bannon’s resolve would be continued to be tested as her parents would pass away and then his, and slowly over the next decade the extended family of Alfred and Doris would shrink as one by one he would watch helplessly as they would pass away from an unknown illness. He would also see the rise of the New Order as he would perform his duties at work, being censored and forbidden to report the obvious truths that he was seeing, the questions he would ask the politicians would be pre-screened and Alfred was beginning to question his journalistic oath and the current state of affairs. By this point the information he was selling his friends would no longer be about police investigations but the movements within the government and he would be using his credentials to gain further access to documents that outlined the collapse of the nation and the eventual take over of the New Order. The more Alfred would uncover the quicker his family would begin to perish, causing him to become far more paranoid, thinking that he had accidentally stumbled onto something; with the continued warnings coming from Tudor and Martin about an impending doom Alfred would ignore his station managers request and prepare a story on the rise of the New Order and take the story live on the air during sweeps week of 2017 one year before the Great Tragedy Alfred would prepare a fifteen minute broadcast that would outline the events that would come to be known as the Great Tragedy of 2018. Alfred’s station manager would loose his mind and nearly fire him on the air for his unauthorised story, though do to increased ratings brought on by the broadcast his job would be spared and the station would bury the story in the archives and never air it again out of fear of retribution.

Alfred would as well move his son out of the medical home and into a group home that was closer to his house within Seattle so that he could be even further involved with his son and his development. The O’Bannon family was seemingly surviving through all the drama and death that was circling them with each passing year, and with their son living closer to home the O’Bannon’s where able to bring there child home for the holidays and feel like a family once again. The would spend Hanukkah with the Yates and then both families would celebrate Christmas and New Years at the O’Bannon’s lake front home in Lynnwood. Though the events of the Great Tragedy would cause the families to go into hiding and Alfred would risk life and limb to report the stories from the front lines of the war for Seattle, he would never know how many lives he saved with his fearless reporting and just what he would start with his initial report the year prior and then bringing the camera live into the war torn streets of Seattle. For the first time the nation would see the horrors of the natives first hand and live, though the broadcast would be cut abruptly by the government enough of it would be exposed to ignite the fires within many citizens that would become some of the most legendary rebels of today.

Though for Alfred it was just another day at work and he was working to forget about the past decade and all the trauma that his family had endured. He once again felt like a father and would become a surrogate father to Maximilian and Andrew when Tudor would be forced into hiding during the Great Tragedy. Though Alfred’s life was about to take a serious turn for the worse as he would learn of the murder of his baby brother in the spring of 2021 at the hands of a Agent of the government Agent White had begun his campaign to remove the Presidents Men and Joshua O’Bannon was a member of this fraternal order, Alfred new his brother worked within the government and new that his work was dangerous but having your closest sibling murdered by the people he worked for stung Alfred deep, though he would not really have the time to process the information about his brother when he would receive a call from Tudor’s wife that Doris had collapsed while they where out shopping and had been taken to Seattle Mercy Hospital. Alfred left work immediately and rushed to be by his wife’s side, fearing the worse that her cancer had returned and he was going to loose her; he raced into the hospital only to be stopped by Dr. Gravel who meet Alfred in the lobby. Dr. Gravel explained that Doris’s cancer had in fact returned without warning and it had spread to many vital organs as well the spine, Gravel continued stating that her cancer was in it’s final stage and the prognoses was terminal this time. She would have hours to live if even that long, and then Gravel extended a hug to his troubled friend that started to break down right their in the hospitals lobby. The two men headed up to Doris’s room, Alfred straightened his tie and brushed off his jacket and whipped his eyes with his handkerchief as he entered the room. Doris was resting in the bed, her friend standing by her bedside hugging and crying into the chest of her husband Tudor who just remained stalwart and emotionless like normal, extended an his had to Alfred and offered his condolences to his grieving friend. Doris mostly out of it do to the medication and the tumours tearing her apart, would open her eyes when Alfred entered the room, she just reached out to her husband and as he took hold of her hands she muttered ” I love you Donk.” and as his eyes began to swell he told her he loved her and please rest peacefully as he kissed her on the forehead he took a seat by her side and just held her hands as the life slipped from her body. Her last words to him was pronouncing her love to him and repeating the nickname their son had given him, since he initially couldn’t properly pronounce Daddy, and all that came out was Donk.

Alfred sat their staring at his wife and holding back the tears, he just looked up at Tudor and thanked him for being there for them and he was going to need his friends help now more then ever. He would have to bury his wife and his baby brother at the same time and he wasn’t sure he could handle everything on his own. His large extended family had been reduced greatly over the last decade and the only living relative he had left was his son, he told the Yates that he considered them to be family and again thanked them profoundly before breaking down into a sea of tears as the hospital staff pronounced Doris dead and would remove her from the room. Alfred just pulled his hands to his face and buried his sorrows into his hands; after a few minutes the Tudors offered to have Alfred stay at their home as he was in no condition to drive. Alfred would spend the next few days preparing the funeral and viewings for his wife and brother going trough another mutual friend Fredrick Mosley, though the entire time Alfred was trying to conceive a way to explain this to his son; Alfred Junior was down syndrome, mentally retarded, severely Autistic and physically disabled do to a spinal condition that rendered him to a life in a wheel chair. His son was partially vocal and besides basic guttural noises that only Alfred could understand, his child was able to use basic sign language that Alfred had taught him and could speak the word Donk. Alfred was only thankful that his son wasn’t born deaf like he was, and do to inner ear surgery as a child he would regain his hearing, but not before becoming fluent in sign language.

Alfred spent the next week after the funerals with the Yates in deep thought as he formulated a plan to tell his boy about his mother and uncle, and nothing would come to him; so Alfred would just decide to wing it and he got into his car and drove to the group home. He dressed in his best suit and tie, made sure that he was properly groomed and cleaned up, as his son might not have been the brightest bulb in the house, but he had inherited his fathers intuition and could pick up on certain triggers and seeing his father dishevelled would be a huge clue. As Alfred parked his car and got out, he was finishing his cigarette when he heard his son cry out “NOT DONK, I WANT DONK!” followed by a single gunshot, Alfred would throw his smoke down and rush into the group home only to see Agent White slipping out the back and his son laying dead on the floor with a single gunshot would to his head, Agent White had dragged his son out of his chair and away from the television it what appeared to be an interrogation or torture before murdering a defenceless child. Alfred just cradled his son’s body in his arms as he began to sob uncontrollably, everything Alfred loved had been taken away from him in a under a month and Agent White was to blame for his brother and now son, eventually Alfred’s grief would be disrupted by the local police that would swarm the building and separate father from his slain son. Alfred would initially be questioned by the police for a few moments until they cleared him as a suspect, though Alfred would now the face and name of his sons killer he would withhold that information and bury it down deep in his core. Alfred now covered in his sons blood and full of anger, sorrow and rage would make the one phone call that he never wanted to make but the government had awakened something inside him on that cold spring afternoon,

He just called Tudor and spoke a few chilling words that Tudor knew all to well “Where do we go from here?” Those six words would forever change Alfred’s life. Alfred had been pushed to his breaking point and with only vengeance on his mind, he would use his reporter instincts to track down Agent White to a local bar where the assassin would be celebrating his most recent success, though Alfred was doing the exact last thing he was prepared for if it wasn’t for the quick thinking of his friend Martin Alfred might not actually be alive today. Though for the old reporter his life was already destroyed and he had nothing left to live for, he swore a blood vendetta on Agent White and nothing Martin or any of his friends said would stop him from his destructive collision course. Even Agent White would be left mentally scarred and physical wounded after his first and only encounter with the man to be known as Anchor. As I had previously reported Agent White had been tracked down to a local watering hole and was enjoying some well earned time off with fellow contacts, allies and other agents of the government when Alfred would slip into the bar concealing a dagger under his top coat, he would pull his collar up and hat down as he would slither through the bar unnoticed. He would manage to slide up right behind the trained assassin that was raising a toast to the United Canadian American States, as Agent White raised his arm, Anchor would strike from the shadows grabbing Agent White and pulling him down close to Anchor as he raised the dagger he whispered into the agents ear “Donk says hello” and then plunged the dagger into his chest, White fell to the ground wounded but not dead and as Anchor was slipping away he would be shot twice in the back by the downed agent, all Anchor said was thank you as the cold embrace of death would come for him. Though in reality what is on record, when Martin and Tudor arrived on scene they found the entire bar gutted and butchered, Alfred was covered in blood and severely wounded and they needed to get their friend out of there before the police arrived and he faced life in prison or worse. They didn’t have the chance to sift through the carnage to confirm the death of Agent White and rushed Anchor to a local street doctor for needed medical care; these records can be found within the historical documents and police records of the investigating officers. the murders would be pegged on Tudor aka the Professor and Martin aka the War Machine but video surveillance clearly prove otherwise just no actual facial identification could be made of Anchor.

His recovery would be quick as it seemed Anchor has some sort of natural fast healing rate, and it is assumed that he is magical in nature though no one can verify this and it is nothing but speculation. From that cold spring day in 2021 Alfred would be forever known as Anchor and only his closest friends ever dare to call him Donk, he would go from being a simple reporter and news anchors to being one of the most feared and lethal infiltrators known and as the years would roll by so would the trail of bodies that would be left in his wake. Anchor would learn of Agent Whites survival and he would spend his years hunting the one man who awakened the monster inside him; Anchor would as well join forces with Colonial and the Patriots as he had nothing left and wasn’t going to allow his country to be raped by the UCAS like his family was, he hated everything about the government and would never swear his loyalties to the False Flag, and he would do everything he could to help topple the false order. Anchor was fighting for justice and revenge, all knowing that one day he too would fall in battle; though for him it would be welcomed as he would be with his family once again. Well for the Anchor it seemed that as the years went by and his skills and prowess would improve his death would become far less likely, though for this reporter turned assassin the events of 2021 are all to current and real; and he holds these events close to his blackened heart and to him it’s as they just happened.

Over the years this man would live a double life working as the senior anchor for Seattle World News and as well as a covert assassin and spy for the Freedom Patriots and when the Deaths Hand would come to be, Anchor would gladly side with his friends as a secret agent seeing the hand was as well initially fighting against the UCAS until being forced out of the country where Alexander would begin his European conquest. Anchor would directly assist both agencies and even lend a helping hand to the Post Office from time to time, anything he could do to bring down the False Flag and sink his blade into both Director Mitchell and Agent White, for Anchor he wants justice and if given the chance he would slice Agent White ear from ear and laugh as the bastard bleed out in front of him, and what he has planed for Director Mitchell well it’s to violent to report here. Anchors actual physical prowess is unknown and besides the speculations of the events of 2021, their is no one alive that has witnessed his combat prowess and those that work with him are not willing to speak about it when asked. Though his skills with a cyber-deck are legendary and his skills as prowler are off the charts, this reporter uses his all access clearance to breach government and corporate buildings with ease and he would use his reputation to gain even further direct access to the top agents of the government and corporate world. Thus breaching security and allowing for a quick flick of his wrist and all the pain and suffering of his subject would be over in a flash, the older Anchor becomes the more dangerous he has become and the further he digs into the events of the past, the more angry he becomes as he learns that his paranoia back in 2017 was warranted as his family was a direct target for assassination at the hands of Director Mitchell for they where deemed a threat to the system. Even his son was targeted for execution for just bearing the last name O’Bannon, Anchor could overlook the death of many of his family and even accept some of the more proactive ones like his baby brother, but when they murdered a defenceless child claiming that he was a threat to the system. Alfred can not and will not accept that answer, his son was a threat to no one other than himself and his murder crossed the line, it was the single most brutal and grotesque abuse of power that he had ever seen.

As the years turned into decades and the time slipped away Anchor would continue his double life and become a living legend within the world of the rebels, his reports would allow for the rebels to remain informed and his biased reporting would send many running into the hands of the rebels as Anchor worked hard to counter the propaganda of the thought police, and expose them for the tyrants they were. Though the one sin he could not overcome was his membership within the Deaths Hand once that became public knowledge Anchor was forced to flee from the public eye and go deep under ground to remain free of arrest and execution. What he did for the hand is not known, though his membership is simply do to his kinship with the High Command and they wanted to keep their friend safe and protected the only way they knew how. Anchor actually prefers to work directly with the Freedom Patriots and serve to restore America to the good old United States of America, the events and actions of the Deaths Hand to him are a means to an end and he is far to focused on the home front and his direct targets Agent White and Director Mitchell as he has spent his career hunting down the Freedom Task Force and sending Mitchell’s people to the grave. So it is best to consider Anchor a Deaths Hander by proxy and he is more of a domestic terrorist fighting within the revolution and this rebel is far more dangerous seeing that he not only knows the truth, he has actual verification that can’t be disproved, though his reputation has taken a serious hit and with his creditability shattered it is hard to take anything the Anchor says at face value anymore.

Anchor now spends his days working within the Patriots not being distracted with trying to live a double life, he can focus directly on his quest at bringing the New Order crashing down. This man is a master spy, thief, decker and assassin and he has been able to dive deep into the underground where he has been able to remain within the shadows stalking his pray and driving a dagger ever so deeper into the back of the False Flag. This man still has a large following within the matrix and as well is still loved in the news world, some say that the governments removal of the freedom of press is solely do to the workings of the Anchor seeing that he can still use his credentials to gain access to very secure government systems and buildings. Every time that they try to silence the Anchor he seems to pop up somewhere else with some anti-government propaganda, an with his followers all over the matrix his workings get spread like wildfire and any chance to directly locate the Anchor is for naught as the trail ends up going cold quickly. This man is more than a reporter and he has sold his soul to the devils of the revolution, claiming revenge and justice as his motivation but in reality he is nothing more than a cold blooded murderer and traitor that accuses the government of killing his son, when why would they bother with an innocent child. Anchor is trying to play on the sympathies of his followers and fans to keep supporting him in his cause and fight against the established government, when in reality he is nothing more than a relic from the past that has decided that violence is the only answer, when in reality piece is all we really want and they should sheath their weapons and call for a diplomatic approach to an end of the war. Though these war-hawks will never relent until we are all dead or to beaten down and forced to surrender or die under their tyrannical suffocating grip with the master of sin at the helm it is best to never trust the news from any news hound that ever sold their credibility claiming patriotism over the truth.

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