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Chapter One: It's all Sarah's fault.
How it all started no one really knows as after all these years it all seems so random like a pick up game of road hockey were you pick your team by dropping your stick into the mix and whatever side of the road your stick landed up was the team you were on for the duration of the match.
That’s not to say there was no one to blame as far as the complete and utter collapse of the world economy goes, lots to go around then and still more to go around today, but in the world where papers value is defined and limited as to it's usefulness, as what hangs off a roll in a washroom, the act of survival has traded the lunch box and thermos for gun belts and grenades.
There was that moment though were it could have gone either way if not for events of the random nature that set things in motion and compounded by media hype in an effort to get the best if it bleeds it leads story. This is my story as to how all this insanity begun be it myth, legend or fact.
It all began with Sarah Terror.
Well actually it began with Sarah Maureen FizSimons born Dublin Ireland the only child of well to do parents and although would not be considered rich as one of the one-percenters they were not wanting for anything more than whats best for Sarah.
Sarah was every inch the lady with red hair and green eyes that could be seen clear across the room yet could take to the greens and give any healthy man a run for their money in any track and field event she entered and it was these attributes that would command attention of whatever room she walked into.
That was until the day Andrew Terror arrived and if the room was ring and a fight for the heavy weigh title it was predictable that all matches would end in a draw.
Andrew is what you would call a self-made man with little education was able to build his own business as a financial adviser in New York’s Wall Street district using street smarts, a gift since birth, to build up a reputation of honest advice that he would share with his clients and was trusted as to what would be a good investment even at the cost of an other wise easy to make commission.
Needless to say Andrew's reputation always preceded him and was invited to Dublin by the FizSimons to discus options with the small investment group they had put together of friends and neighbors that over the years investing had become the focus of conversation at their weekly bridge tournaments.
It was no surprise to anyone when wedding bells were heard and Sarah Maureen FizSimons born Dublin Ireland became Miss Sarah Maureen Terror of New York, New York.
You would think that whats been put into place was the key ingredients for the Happy Ever After story but as to myth, legend or fact the act of randomness was in motion that if the dots are connected everything comes back to the single unrecoverable event that could perhaps been avoided if for a chance meeting.
After moving back to New York things were good for the Terror's long enough for twins to be born, a boy named Jeff and a girl named Maureen, that combined to make for a happy family... for seven years.
It was early 2007 when Andrew noticed something was not right with the markets. Indicators that said that the market should be going down market analysis were saying that the benchmark housing and real estate market was going up and against his street smarts he continued to keep his clients in real estate which had already peaked the year before.
The day it all began was August 9,2007 as the liquidity of three major hedge funds evaporated seemingly over night causing the complete collapse of the housing bubble along with it that took a mere 48 hours for it's effect to ripple around the world sending house wives, husbands, teachers and those called neighbors to the streets to rush the banks for their hard earned earnings that were only there but as a number on a ledger sheet.
The only description of the events that unfolded could only be describe as World War 3 with no clear front lines and the first shot in the war occurred August 15,2007 at 5.35pm. This is the day Andrew Terror, financial adviser, was leaving work for the day making his last bad decision to leave by the front door of the company he was once proud of and became the target, as an enemy of convenience, of a missile attack in the form of a brick that struck him on the temple.
The coroner report said he was dead before he hit the ground.
Was this the start of it all? Nope it was the flame put to the powder keg that would soon divided city and countries around the world by choice or separation by hockey stick and as I said in the beginning it was Sarah who started it all be it myth, legend or fact.
For the first few weeks after the death of husband father and provider it was a sad time for the Terror household but Sarah was always assured by Andrew that their way of life was not at risk and although hard times were ahead there were assurances and insurances in place that would provided for the family in his absence.
That was until the insurance as to wrongful death was rejected.
Seems that the insurance company had in the past invested to the margins in a company called Enron with constant double digit returns and was claimed to be a safe and lasting investment that could be counted on to last forever with a formula and market strategy this side of printing money from nothing which ironically is what they did.
As it turned out the insurance company, to stay in business, had resorted to what amounts to a Ponzie scheme to protect their own investments by also declining legitimate claims for any half bake reason. A bit difficult to claim a wrongful death by brick to the head as a preexisting condition so the denial of claim amounted to an announcement that they were no longer in the insurance business and was filing for bankruptcy.
Then came the knock at the door and the man with the gun. The paper he placed in Sarah's hand said her and the children no longer had a place to call home and the man with the gun was there to ensure that Sarah knew that she no longer owns what she though was hers. It was instant and with out waring equal to the death of Andrew with no sense as to what is just and justice.
To make matters worst it was not long after being evicted from her life that they came for the children. It is unclear who they are but they had a piece of paper that said she was no longer a mother, at least to that effect, and once again delivered by a man with a gun.
Now one would think “Why not go back to family and friends in Dublin?” Well that would have been the case if countries allowed for free travel as it use to be but airlines were no longer going anywhere as countries begun to shut down boarders and means of communication, Internet, phone lines, and air waves were being shut down as a service by big business in an effort to save the bottom line.
This is when the bankers begun taking over control of the government for the people by the people and the Declaration of Independence being replaced by the ideals of capitalism and the free market system of survival of the fittest where necessities such as food, shelter, clean drinking water became commodities as oil became useless and the one-percenters looking for other means to support their lavish life style.
To work you had to have papers, to eat you had to have papers, to travel you had to have papers and the papers that says in God We Trust is now nothing more than a wishful suggestion.
The American dream had had come to an end as to the ideals of working hard you can become successful and success for most has now becoming a skill learned at the trigger of a gun that has turned ownership into what you can take what was once earned.
It was complete capitalism had become the new world government and was being run by the one-percenters as the new world order with a new economy that only the select few could take part in leaving most like Sarah out on the streets with out home and in the case of Sarah with out family.
Yes it was a rainy day Sarah and Charles planted the bomb, the first, that started it all and was Sarah who came up with the idea to pack the C4 into a child’s toy, the last connection to her past, a wind-up toy monkey her children use to play with but some how seemed fitting that play time was over and now time for serious people to do serious things.
Running for the cover of the night Charles looks back to see Sarah lingering on the edge of darkness and the lights of the street lamps made available only because someone decided to make it so if for only fear of the dark.
“SARAH WE NEED TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE”
BOOOOMMMMMMMM goes the monkey.
Sarah turns as the lights goes out and is framed by the light of the explosion, the one thing she had done that was within her control for a long time, and Charles in that instant could see the mother, the wife, a productive member of that was once called the great society disappear replaced by clarity of purpose of right and wrong.
“No Charles there is hell to pay and I'm not going anywhere”
So it begins.
At least that's what the myth, legend, facts says but to find out if they are true or not one only has to walk down the hall, turn left at the junction, and ask her if and when she makes it back to the bunker... if you dare as those once green eyes that once hide the joke only she knew are now daggers of clear intent that she would rather take you out than be pestered by newbie questions.
But yeah if you connect the dots that where it started but that’s another story.
That’s not to say there was no one to blame as far as the complete and utter collapse of the world economy goes, lots to go around then and still more to go around today, but in the world where papers value is defined and limited as to it's usefulness, as what hangs off a roll in a washroom, the act of survival has traded the lunch box and thermos for gun belts and grenades.
There was that moment though were it could have gone either way if not for events of the random nature that set things in motion and compounded by media hype in an effort to get the best if it bleeds it leads story. This is my story as to how all this insanity begun be it myth, legend or fact.
It all began with Sarah Terror.
Well actually it began with Sarah Maureen FizSimons born Dublin Ireland the only child of well to do parents and although would not be considered rich as one of the one-percenters they were not wanting for anything more than whats best for Sarah.
Sarah was every inch the lady with red hair and green eyes that could be seen clear across the room yet could take to the greens and give any healthy man a run for their money in any track and field event she entered and it was these attributes that would command attention of whatever room she walked into.
That was until the day Andrew Terror arrived and if the room was ring and a fight for the heavy weigh title it was predictable that all matches would end in a draw.
Andrew is what you would call a self-made man with little education was able to build his own business as a financial adviser in New York’s Wall Street district using street smarts, a gift since birth, to build up a reputation of honest advice that he would share with his clients and was trusted as to what would be a good investment even at the cost of an other wise easy to make commission.
Needless to say Andrew's reputation always preceded him and was invited to Dublin by the FizSimons to discus options with the small investment group they had put together of friends and neighbors that over the years investing had become the focus of conversation at their weekly bridge tournaments.
It was no surprise to anyone when wedding bells were heard and Sarah Maureen FizSimons born Dublin Ireland became Miss Sarah Maureen Terror of New York, New York.
You would think that whats been put into place was the key ingredients for the Happy Ever After story but as to myth, legend or fact the act of randomness was in motion that if the dots are connected everything comes back to the single unrecoverable event that could perhaps been avoided if for a chance meeting.
After moving back to New York things were good for the Terror's long enough for twins to be born, a boy named Jeff and a girl named Maureen, that combined to make for a happy family... for seven years.
It was early 2007 when Andrew noticed something was not right with the markets. Indicators that said that the market should be going down market analysis were saying that the benchmark housing and real estate market was going up and against his street smarts he continued to keep his clients in real estate which had already peaked the year before.
The day it all began was August 9,2007 as the liquidity of three major hedge funds evaporated seemingly over night causing the complete collapse of the housing bubble along with it that took a mere 48 hours for it's effect to ripple around the world sending house wives, husbands, teachers and those called neighbors to the streets to rush the banks for their hard earned earnings that were only there but as a number on a ledger sheet.
The only description of the events that unfolded could only be describe as World War 3 with no clear front lines and the first shot in the war occurred August 15,2007 at 5.35pm. This is the day Andrew Terror, financial adviser, was leaving work for the day making his last bad decision to leave by the front door of the company he was once proud of and became the target, as an enemy of convenience, of a missile attack in the form of a brick that struck him on the temple.
The coroner report said he was dead before he hit the ground.
Was this the start of it all? Nope it was the flame put to the powder keg that would soon divided city and countries around the world by choice or separation by hockey stick and as I said in the beginning it was Sarah who started it all be it myth, legend or fact.
For the first few weeks after the death of husband father and provider it was a sad time for the Terror household but Sarah was always assured by Andrew that their way of life was not at risk and although hard times were ahead there were assurances and insurances in place that would provided for the family in his absence.
That was until the insurance as to wrongful death was rejected.
Seems that the insurance company had in the past invested to the margins in a company called Enron with constant double digit returns and was claimed to be a safe and lasting investment that could be counted on to last forever with a formula and market strategy this side of printing money from nothing which ironically is what they did.
As it turned out the insurance company, to stay in business, had resorted to what amounts to a Ponzie scheme to protect their own investments by also declining legitimate claims for any half bake reason. A bit difficult to claim a wrongful death by brick to the head as a preexisting condition so the denial of claim amounted to an announcement that they were no longer in the insurance business and was filing for bankruptcy.
Then came the knock at the door and the man with the gun. The paper he placed in Sarah's hand said her and the children no longer had a place to call home and the man with the gun was there to ensure that Sarah knew that she no longer owns what she though was hers. It was instant and with out waring equal to the death of Andrew with no sense as to what is just and justice.
To make matters worst it was not long after being evicted from her life that they came for the children. It is unclear who they are but they had a piece of paper that said she was no longer a mother, at least to that effect, and once again delivered by a man with a gun.
Now one would think “Why not go back to family and friends in Dublin?” Well that would have been the case if countries allowed for free travel as it use to be but airlines were no longer going anywhere as countries begun to shut down boarders and means of communication, Internet, phone lines, and air waves were being shut down as a service by big business in an effort to save the bottom line.
This is when the bankers begun taking over control of the government for the people by the people and the Declaration of Independence being replaced by the ideals of capitalism and the free market system of survival of the fittest where necessities such as food, shelter, clean drinking water became commodities as oil became useless and the one-percenters looking for other means to support their lavish life style.
To work you had to have papers, to eat you had to have papers, to travel you had to have papers and the papers that says in God We Trust is now nothing more than a wishful suggestion.
The American dream had had come to an end as to the ideals of working hard you can become successful and success for most has now becoming a skill learned at the trigger of a gun that has turned ownership into what you can take what was once earned.
It was complete capitalism had become the new world government and was being run by the one-percenters as the new world order with a new economy that only the select few could take part in leaving most like Sarah out on the streets with out home and in the case of Sarah with out family.
Yes it was a rainy day Sarah and Charles planted the bomb, the first, that started it all and was Sarah who came up with the idea to pack the C4 into a child’s toy, the last connection to her past, a wind-up toy monkey her children use to play with but some how seemed fitting that play time was over and now time for serious people to do serious things.
Running for the cover of the night Charles looks back to see Sarah lingering on the edge of darkness and the lights of the street lamps made available only because someone decided to make it so if for only fear of the dark.
“SARAH WE NEED TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE”
BOOOOMMMMMMMM goes the monkey.
Sarah turns as the lights goes out and is framed by the light of the explosion, the one thing she had done that was within her control for a long time, and Charles in that instant could see the mother, the wife, a productive member of that was once called the great society disappear replaced by clarity of purpose of right and wrong.
“No Charles there is hell to pay and I'm not going anywhere”
So it begins.
At least that's what the myth, legend, facts says but to find out if they are true or not one only has to walk down the hall, turn left at the junction, and ask her if and when she makes it back to the bunker... if you dare as those once green eyes that once hide the joke only she knew are now daggers of clear intent that she would rather take you out than be pestered by newbie questions.
But yeah if you connect the dots that where it started but that’s another story.
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Frankie V
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