Coming soon, THE SHADOWS is a novel about how the richest of the richest control America.

CHAPTER ONE – Brief Excerpt

What you are reading now is a recollection of events. More importantly, if you are reading this now then there are only two outcomes to what ultimately happened. The first scenario is that I somehow made it out with my life. The second is that I am dead and someone else has written this and most likely fabricated my story for profit. I suppose the real truth in this recollection resides in the mind’s eye of the reader, because whatever the outcome to my life, either alive or dead, one fact remains certain: no one will ever see me again.

I won’t go back too far, say when I fought in Iraq or when I was at the F.B.I. I won’t get into too much about why I left the F.B.I., but the cliff notes version is this: the laws don’t apply to everyone equally. Let’s just say that this little moralistic and ethical tidbit has been jockeyed to accommodate those at the very top and by “very top” I mean all those smiling political mugs you see on TV every day. The God’s honest truth is that they pretty much have carte blanche to do whatever they please, regardless of law. And the connections run deep. When the top of the very top all work together to protect each other, rules and laws only give the illusion of a level playing field. This just in: There is no level playing field and this is how the top 1% own most of the wealth in this country. That’s really how this story came about, because after leaving the F.B.I. I was hired by a myth and a legend, someone that no one was completely sure really existed. I am here to tell you he exists. He exists and he persists.

My boss is William J. Stanton III and no one knows exactly how rich he may be. What I do know is that William J. Stanton III has funding government revolution type money. He has – build a space ship, take a trip to the moon and back type money. He has – buy a bunch of islands and a few small countries type money. He could bailout most any major America Corporation with a quick pen, but then again he probably won’t because he is part owner of many, many major corporations in America. From food to tobacco to too many to count, he is old money. He is stinking rich money and he is ten thousand times richer than his Great Grandfather, who was a 1%er back in the late 1910’s just after Woodrow Wilson and his senate voted to tax the American people.  

People ask me if I can get them a job working for the mysterious, legendary eccentric multi-billionaire and my response is always the same. “He doesn’t exist and I do not work for him. I am a writer.” If word got out that he actually does exist, then it wouldn’t be good for anybody. William J. Stanton III did not climb this fiscal summit without making a few enemies and to be honest that is why he hired me. He pays me to keep him alive and worst of all, he trusts me. That last part, the trust thing, well I might be the only one to hold that title, because he never even trusted anyone, not even his own Uncle Bill or his Great Grandmother Stanton.

The last time anyone has ever seen me alive was thirty miles under the Earth’s surface, under a military type base in an underground city the size of Toledo. There are roads there, cars, buildings, homes, offices, stores and anything else a city has at its disposal. This is in case of nuclear fallout and the elite can live on. The last time anyone has seen me was in a cement cell somewhere in this vast underground maze, where I was water boarded daily for information. The key to survive being water boarded is to welcome death with open arms. If you were like me, where I was, you’d have welcomed death too, but when you’re not afraid to die, there is nothing anyone can do to you. I chose death over being a rat and for this I was tortured. William J. Stanton III always said this: Don’t upset the establishment too much and by that he meant others like him. This was my mistake, because we got too powerful and too truthful for the corrupt in Washington D.C. to handle. It should be noted that Mr. Stanton III is also a well known “eccentric,” which is a rich way of saying he’s slightly insane so I wasn’t sure what to believe. He had a way of turning the world upside down and had me questioning everything. Suffice to say, the most insane of ideas and information can often turn out to be the sanest. I can safely tell you this first hand.

History books are filled with assassinations and questionable deaths that would correlate this notion. What they teach kids today in high school is more like the public relations version of America, the sterile façade of historical facts that are told and re-told on a surface level. Those who don’t delve deeper into history, those who don’t continue to learn after high school no matter the subject are the main targets for manipulation by the Media. If only the world was so cut and dry. The truth is not too many people know what I know and if it ever got out, it would change the landscape forever. It would reset everything as we know it today and millions upon millions of average Americans would storm the gates of Government with pitchforks. This is why I wasn’t going to see my 34th birthday.

See, they come at you from platforms, shiny, impeccable platforms that for decades had been the standard for respect, guidance, entertainment and information. These platforms have been woven into our very existence and will continue on into our children and children’s existence. This how they operate and it isn’t by chance. They come at you crimped, primped, well dressed and rich. Their smiles are bleached white, their clothes immaculate. They spare no expense and their words are carefully chosen and mulled over to deliver the exact desired message and effect. Their hair is perfect and for decades they have been telling you what’s cool and what’s popular and what news is. As you get older you will slowly start to see through this haze of misinformation and propaganda, but by then it’s too late…