The Patriots – Part 1: The Dream Team

Walter Francis Tadworth was seated in a waiting room in London. Wearing his finest suit, he waited and read through an issue of Forbes. There was an interesting profile piece on Andrew Peabody Walker, a property owner in Illinois who was deemed one of America’s most successful landlords, and an analytical piece that questioned the longevity of the Wellington-Schmidt Bookseller Company, in an era where digital books were all the rage.

Walter looked at the other guests in the room. There was an older man with stark white hair dressed in an old-fashioned tweed suit, who was reading through a science journal. There was a handsome younger man, wearing a sleek black suit and casually smoking a cigar. Finally, there were two younger but nerdy looking men in business casual clothes who were talking about journalism in extremely loud tones. Walter groaned and turned back to his magazine.

Walter had no idea what he was here for. The invitation he had was sent from the office of the Right Honourable Lord Rockford. After doing some research, he found out this Lord Rockford was a Conservative member of the House of Lords, and had experience in the British Armed Forces. He sounded like a respectable fellow, so Walter was happy to fly out to England for a meeting.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” a woman’s voice called out. Walter looked up to see a young woman, with striking blonde hair, wearing a white blouse, black pencil skirt, stockings, and black heels. “Lord Rockford will be seeing you now.”

Walter nodded and put the magazine away, joining the other men and following the woman into what looked like a business meeting room, a setting Walter was all too familiar with. He took a seat on the right side of the table, and the other men sat in various places, maintaining distance, except for the two loudmouthed journalists. The woman went to open a second door, and a man walked out, balancing himself on a cane. He was a bit older than Walter, and had an eyepatch on his left eye. He wore a black overcoat over a simple gray suit, and a top hat.

“Good morning, to all of you,” the posh gentleman began. “My name is George Henry Rockford, the Baron Rockford. I will share more on myself in due time, but I’d like the rest of you to introduce yourselves first. It is my hospitality as your host.”

“Well,” Walter began. “I’m Walter Francis Tadworth, if you don’t know. I was the Governor of Virginia, and now I’m CEO of my company again. Tadworth’s Toy Factory, though recently we have made forays into more advanced technologies. In fact, there’s already paperwork in motion to rename the company Tadworth Technologies. My family has been in America since the Mayflower, and I’m descended from the Puritan preacher Zebadiah Whitcomb Tadworth. So yeah, pretty big deal.”

“How interesting,” the older man replied. “Well, my name is Derek Smith, and I’m just a chemist from Illinois. Nothing more.”

“It’s okay,” Lord Rockford assured. “There’s no judgment here. You can tell us who you really are.”

“Ah, excellent. My true identity is SS-Hauptsturmführer Dietrich Schumann, and I was one of the youngest ever members of the SS. I served as a doctor at Buchenwald, and through intense chemical practices, I’ve discovered the secret to prolonged life…at the cost of one immortal Jude who’s still roaming the Earth.”

“Well, Herr Schumann, there are always unfortunate side effects to making great scientific breakthroughs. Now, on to our next gentleman.”

“The name is Devereaux,” the handsome younger man uttered. “Percy Devereaux. Licence to kill.”

“Wonderful reference, my dear Percival,” Lord Rockford laughed. “But please, do give a proper introduction.”

“Of course. I am Lieutenant Commander Percival Devereaux, CMG, SASR. The Devereaux family have been loyal followers of the crown since the Norman conquest. We’ve served as rulers in Wales, Scotland, Ireland, the United States, the West Indies, Canada, India, Sudan, and Papua New Guinea. I was offered governorship of the Falklands, but I turned it down, as it was my patriotic duty to, er, liberate Iraq from that socialist Saddam Hussein. Yeah, let’s go with liberate.”

“Indeed, Percival. Now, for our journalist friends.”

“I’m Eugene Diaz,” one of them said. “I formerly wrote op-eds for the Miami Herald, but now I’m the token Latino correspondent for Breitbart.”

“I’m Peter O’Reilly,” the other added. “I also wrote op-eds, but for the Irish Times, but now I work for the Daily Mail.”

“Diaz? O’Reilly?” Percy chuckled. “I didn’t realize there were second class citizens among us.” The room burst into laughter, and Eugene and Peter nodded in shameful agreement.

“So now, you’ve introduced yourselves,” Lord Rockford said. “As you know, I am the Right Honourable Lord Rockford. I served as a colonel in the British Army, and I served in the Troubles in Northern Ireland, as well as the Falklands War. A Latin bastard from Argentina took my eye out. After the armed forces, I served as a Member of Parliament for the Tories, in the House of Commons, but due to my service to Britain, I was awarded a position in the House of Lords. That’s all the relevant information about me. By the way, this lovely young lady is my assistant, Julia Montgomery. She is the most loyal, devoted, and diligent servant a man could ask for. Should you require her services, in any capacity, just let me know. And now, to address why you’re all here.”

“Yeah, what’s the deal?” Walter chimed in.

“Not to worry, my dear Walter, it will all come in due time. I’d like to talk to you about the Patriot Initiative.”

The gentlemen in the room looked at each other in confusion. Patriot Initiative? It sounded appealing, but they had no clue what it was
supposed to be.

“Now, I am the leader of an organization known as the Rockford Caretaking Foundation, or the Caretakers for short. Officially, we are a charitable, philanthropic organization, dedicated to helping impoverished countries. However, I have clandestinely been using it to develop a network of scientific, technological, economic, and militant connections. You see, my vision is bigger than a charity or a parliament. In 1862, German philosopher Ferdinand Lassalle coined the phrase night-watchman state, which described a government model which did little but provide its citizens with police, military, and courts. Now, Lassalle was a socialist, so this was a term of derision, as this meant there would be no welfare state or collective ownership. I do find this term to be positive, but it also has been co-opted by minarchists, libertarians, and classical liberals who I find myself in disagreement with. After all, doesn’t the idea of equal freedoms seem socialistic in itself? I don’t think liberties should be handed out free of charge, for that is but another big government handout. No, I believe the truly meritocratic decision would be that freedoms should be purchased, a product like any other in the capitalist market. One should have to work, to pull themselves up by the bootstraps, if they want to truly earn this concept of personal liberty.”

“Arbeit macht frei,” Dietrich grinned.

“Exactly, Dietrich. What I am proposing is a global hegemonic aristocratic state, based on free market principles to the extreme, a highly militarized authoritarian regime to enforce the distinction between the hard workers and the welfare sponges. And of course, this entire system would be centered around Anglo-Teutonic supremacy, for we are the only group with the fortitude to implement such a system.”

“Then why are they there?” Percy asked, pointing to Eugene and Peter.

“Good question, my dear Percival. Now, these humble gentlemen, Messrs. Diaz and O’Reilly, have looked past their inherent irascibility and arrogance to realize the true superiority of the Anglo-Teutonic race. You all here will serve a role in the Caretakers, and these two, as journalists, will join our team of propagandists. They will use their own inherent traits to appeal to their boorish Celtic-Iberian brethren, priming them for subjugation.”

“Oh, milord, I would be honored!” Peter blurted out, dropping to his knees.

“Yes, sir, you have insurmountable intelligence!” Eugene added, kowtowing with Peter.

“I am quite flattered, you two,” Lord Rockford chuckled. “But I must ask you to behave yourselves in the presence of your more stoic peers.” The two hysterical Celtic-Iberian men nodded and returned to their seats at the lord’s command. “And now, for the rest of you, as you are all genetically superior, and far more skilled, you will have more important roles. Am I correct in assuming you are all on board with this initiative?”

“Of course I am,” Walter roared. “That plan was one of the most beautiful things I’ve heard, and I’d be brought to tears if I weren’t such a stoic.”

“I am also in agreement,” Dietrich added. “If only Führer Hitler had been able to align with noble Germanic men like Churchill and Roosevelt, and not that despicable Moor Mussolini and those Asiatic buffoons Tojo and Showa, then perhaps this would have happened sooner. But alas, I believe you have the mind to lead this vision, Lord Rockford.”

“Count me in as well,” Percy nodded. “You’re like a second father to me, milord, and your wisdom and fortitude are unwavering.”

“Excellent then.” Lord Rockford said. “Now before, I delve into your roles, I would like to address two nations who have been part of traditional Western hegemony, but whose roles must be reorganized under our new system. The first is France. Now, make no mistake, France is a major world power, and they have performed beautifully in the field of imperialism. However, they are still a Latin people, and they are still Catholic. They are subject to the vile hysteria, acedia, and fecundity that their ethnoreligious stock are known for. Of course, they will be put in the same class as the rest of their Latin ilk. Now, the second is Israel. They have been major allies in the Middle East, but lest we forget the days of Mandatory Palestine, when Lehi terrorists shot at British soldiers. It is clear that the Jews are but the lesser of two evils in the Middle East, and once the evils of socialism, Arabism, and Islamism have been subjugated, we will deal with Israel accordingly.”

Dietrich began clapping profusely, and Percy and Walter joined in on the applause. Lord Rockford gestured for them to quiet down.

“Now, now. Percy, you will of course have a great role in terms of our military ventures. In fact, I trust in you to be able to perform clandestine missions, and coordinate larger efforts.”

“You can count on me, milord.”

“Good. Now, Herr Schumann, your scientific knowledge is immense, and would heavily benefit our scientific department. I trust in you to impart your proficiencies onto us for the greater good.”

“But of course. My findings are your findings.”

“Excellent. Now, Mr. Tadworth, I suggest you get into contact with your board of directors. The wealth and technology your company has will be a great asset materially, and I do believe your cold-blooded business acumen will also be invaluable to our field work.”

“I will contact them as soon as this meeting ends,” Walter assured him. “This initiative will become my new mission in life.” He had come to the realization that he had been selfish his whole life. No, not in the ways liberals and socialists attacked him for his immense wealth, but he realized he had been self-centered, only concerned with his own public reputation. Now before him was a truly noble pursuit, beyond the scope of any CEO or governor or president. For once in his life, he had encountered someone he considered to be his superior, the Right Honourable Lord Rockford.

“Alright, now that you’re all on board, it is time for me to delegate your responsibilities. Julia, take Messrs. Diaz and O’Reilly to the newsroom.”

“Yes, milord,” she said. She escorted the two Celtic-Iberians out of the room, and Walter felt relieved to be in a room of only elites.

“Now, there were two other men I had interest in recruiting to this initiative, but one is dead and the other is missing. I am truly sorrowful that none of us were able to meet the late Cecil Graves. He was a former Rhodesian national who was working in the United States. He was extremely intelligent and had prowess in firearms. However, he sadly killed himself after a black public school official exposed his true identity.”

“A damn shame,” Percy spat. “I’m sure he was a noble man.”

“Indeed. As I digress, our missing subject is one William van der Boer. Now, he is not of a particularly high station in life, but he was known for being committed to Protestant supremacy, and was a global traveller, which would have lent useful to spreading our hegemonic message across the world. In addition, I learned that as a child, he was exposed to experimental radiation, which may have given him superhuman abilities.”

Lord Rockford paused as Julia returned, and she moved to stand loyally by his side.

“The journalists have been escorted, milord,” Julia chimed in. “How may I serve you now?”

“Ah, yes. As I was just explaining to these gentlemen, Mr. van der Boer has gone missing. As I digress, it is my intent to recruit him to our cause, so I’d like to ask the three of you, with your combined skills and resources, to go look for him. His last recorded location was in Jakarta, Indonesia. Not to worry, I shall cover flight and lodging expenses. Julia will accompany you. As I will not be present, she will be under the liege of you three, along with her services. Julia, do you comprehend?”

“I understand, milord.” She nodded and smiled at the three gentlemen.

“Now, I have other matters to attend to, but I am glad that you all see eye to eye with me. So, Patriots, we part ways for now.”