Fictional story of a coup attempt against Trump

I clipped this from Townhall.com  I had read this story a couple of days ago and got the pics off "google".  This is a story of a hypothetical coup attempt against Trump from the people in the "Deep State".    It could be a warning to people of what might happen in 2018 or later.  I honestly believe that if the democrats and establishment GOP are successful in shanking Trump and removing him, derailing a legitimate election because they are having a temper tantrum because they are not getting their own way after 8 years.  If they are successful in removing Trump, millions of people that have voted for him as the last chance to right the ship of state because they already feel "Disenfranchised" by both political parties and the policies enacted by them with withdraw from the political process and this will not end well for the country.  This is the problem that the democrats have or will have if they keep pushing this "impeach" Trump narrative.  Like I have stated, I got this article off Townhall and I stress that it is a work of fiction.

“We cannot tolerate this any longer,” said the former CIA Director at the head of the table. “We have to forcibly retake the government from Donald Trump. It is the only way save our democracy.”
His audience nodded solemnly. The men and women gathered at that secret February meeting on the top floor of 241 West 41^st Street, the New York Times building, were Democrat politicians, media figures, retired and active members of the federal security bureaucracy, and several Establishment Republicans, and they were at wit’s end. There simply was no other choice. Donald Trump must be replaced, and it no longer mattered how. This meeting was the genesis of the bloody coup of April 2018.
Out of power, with #TheResistance fading, the ruling class elitists dislodged from their sinecures by the arrival of Donald Trump and his populist followers in 2016 were desperate. There was no guarantee they would retake power in 2020, or even 2024, were Ivanka to run. Their Trump/Russia fiasco had crashed and burned. They had created the pseudo-scandal to convince the electorate that Trump and Putin had been tongue-kissing during the election and, instead, it backfired on the Democrats by revealing their Fusion GPS/FSB shenanigans. Worse, somewhere in a DOJ safe house, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz was trying to keep out of prison by spilling her guts to Jeff Sessions’ investigators.
It had been all the mandarins could do to suppress that scandal, though in the uncontrolled media – and in Trump’s accursed tweets – Democratic corruption was still under a spotlight. After Trump went on the internet (since no network but Fox would show his speech) to explain that he was firing Robert Mueller for his massive conflicts of interest and his inability to run a professional, leak-free organization, nothing happened. The media railed, Capitol Hill was in an uproar, but the people understood that having the accuser’s best buddy lead the investigation makes it a sham, and Trump’s numbers didn’t budge. In fact, polls for Trump-allied primary candidates rose. Future Michigan Senator Kid Rock was even acting like a real candidate, releasing a position paper on tariff policy –“My position is standing up for America first and not bending over for these damn foreigners! Word.”

The Democrats were stalled and powerless as General John Kelly’s focused and disciplined White House staff, in conjunction with the cunning and vindictive Mitch McConnell (who relieved Schumer-ally John McCain of his beloved Armed Services Committee chairmanship “reluctantly, so my good friend John can focus on his health and his family”), began pushing through appointments, filling empty court seats, and notching legislative wins. The media’s credibility was in free fall – CNN’s ratings dipped below those of Love, American Style reruns on the That 70s Channel network. And the GOP Establishment, frozen out of government jobs and abandoned by donors, was in a panic. “You should see how many empty cabins we have on the Weekly Standard Does Scandinavia cruise!” whimpered one disgruntled conservative publisher.
And the uncouth nature of these red state barbarians – it was too much to bear. Just the other day, a senior White House advisor had gone on Tucker and said that if Chuck Schumer didn’t like the recent repeal of the legislative filibuster, he could “Kiss me where the Good Lord split me!”

But how would one pull off a coup d’etat in the United States? Most of the political hacks had no idea, while the military experts understood the massive challenge. Some answers were obvious – in the Third World, the first thing the plotters take control of are the radio and TV stations and the newspapers. In America, the media was already in the bag. Hell, they would cheerlead a coup. But the actual seizure of power? That was more complicated

.“You just send in some soldiers and take over everything,” said the younger and, astonishingly,stupider California senator. “You know, with guns. How hard can this Army stuff be?”

Retired – actually, fired by Trump – General Leonard Smith, who had been promoted by Obama after failing to win in Iraq and Afghanistan, but who successfully spearheaded the transsexuals in foxholes initiative, tried to explain.
“Look, it’s a matter of numbers. We take all our land forces in CONUS…”
“What’s CONUS?” asked a former Clinton Deputy Assistant Undersecretary of Defense.
“The continental United States,” the general replied, annoyed. “We have maybe 45 brigade combat teams total available, counting everything active and reserve, Marine and Army. Less than one per state. And a city takes a brigade to control – at least. New York would take ten. And that’s assuming they were all loyal to us. There’s police and federal law enforcement too, but we also have 100 million armed Americans who might object.”
“Ridiculous,” sniffed the senator. “How can a bunch of citizens armed with their deer rifles stop a modern army?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Senator. Ask the Vietnamese. Or the Afghans. Look, we need speed and focus. Step one is to decapitate the government by eliminating the current leadership, via capture or … otherwise. Step two, take the the key control nodes before the administration can react. Step three, use the inertia of the military and law enforcement. We get them on our side – whether they know it or not – and keep them moving and following orders so they do not have time to reflect and react against us. But you need to understand and to go into this with your eyes open. If we do this, people will die. Are you ready for that?”

“If breaking a few eggs is the price of restoring democracy by removing the president these Neanderthals elected, so be it,” said a MSNBC hostess. The general, thinking about the high position he had been promised in the new government, said nothing. For him, it was worth the risk.
They set about making contacts, enlisting support, and drafting plans. Their agents in the intelligence community ordered surveillance on dozens of government and civilian leaders expected to be loyal to the administration. Military contacts recruited key commanders and routed others into vital posts. For example, near Washington, the 3^rd Infantry regiment’s commander was suddenly relieved and a new one assigned. The commander of the DC National Guard was likewise vetted and enlisted. At the FBI, arrest warrants for “Treason” were drafted and signed by friendly judges and then held for the right moment. Some hints of these preparations filtered up to law enforcement, but sympathizers throughout the federal government ensured the tips were routed to the circular file.

Timing was everything – all the pieces had to be in place to act. But they weren’t. As the weeks wore on and February turned to March and March into April, the plotters grew anxious. Every passing day made it more likely that their plan would be leaked and exposed. It actually was exposed once – a CNN reporter did a segment headlined “Rumors of a Military Coup in Swirl in Washington” before the executives shut it down. Luckily for the conspirators it was on Chris Cuomo’s show, so no one saw it.

Pressure was growing. The economic news was improving as the market hit new highs. Trump-allied candidates were winning primaries as Obamacare collapsed and the people somehow failed to hold those who did not enact it responsible for it. But then a window of opportunity arose. On April 25^th, 2018, the President would be at the White House, but the Vice-President would be flying back to Indiana, Attorney General Sessions would be at home in Alabama, and Defense Secretary Mattis would be at an Air Force base in Nebraska. Congress would be in town, as would the Supreme Court. They carefully reviewed their proscription lists – neutralizing key individuals was as important as securing physical locations – and the schemers prepared to act.
The vast majority of the coup catspaws would have no idea of their place in the big picture; they would be assigned specific tasks within the scope of their typical duties and only find out after it was too late that they had been part of the plot. But others knew exactly what they were doing, including a significant number of military and law enforcement trigger pullers who would undertake active measures.

At 8 p.m. on April 25^th, cruisers from the Washington, D.C. Police Department received orders to shut down each of the bridges into the city and key land routes in from Maryland due to a “terrorist alert.” The TV stations reported it, but police appeared at local radio stations demanding they go off the air “by order of the Mayor.” In the meantime, a convoy of a dozen vehicles marked “Secret Service” turned onto Pennsylvania Avenue.
General John Kelly walked into the Oval Office where the President was speaking to his colorful communications director. “Mr. President, I have received a report from the CIA of a major potential terrorist operation. I’ll talk to DHS and FBI and see what else we know. We are increasing security here at the White House.”
“What’s going on?” asked Donny Coleman, a uniformed Secret Service officer at the White House gate. He’d been on the job twenty years and never seen anything like this. A dozen Secret Service vehicles with lights were lined up behind the barrier, everyone was in tactical gear, and the head honcho wasn’t in a mood to chat.

“Emergency Response Team. Open the damn gate!” he shouted. “There’s a major terrorist threat.”
But Donny Coleman had not been told of a convoy suddenly appearing because of a major terrorist threat he had heard about just two minutes before, and moreover, he was an affable guy who took pride in knowing just about everyone in the Uniformed Division of the United States Secret Service, and he didn’t know any of these guys.
“Let me hit the gate button,” he said, and walked into the guard shack, hit the button that read “ALARM,” drew his .357 magnum SIG Sauer 229 and dropped to the ground as the claxon sounded and a flurry of 5.56 mm bullets shredded the walls.

“What the hell is this?” Jeff Sessions asked as a half-dozen armed men pushed into his living room in his Alabama home. He had given all but one of his security detail the night off; that man lay on the porch, shot through the forehead.
“Shut up,” said the biggest one, smashing the Attorney General in the mouth.
The pilot of Air Force Two, a C-32 (the military version of a Boeing 757) looked out her window.
“Where’s our escort?” the lieutenant colonel asked. The F-16s had been right there at their wings as they had approached Indianapolis – a nice gesture to welcome their passenger home. The scope showed the two fighters had dropped back.

There was a piercing tone in the cockpit. “Missile lock!” shouted the pilot and the plane’s automatic defense systems came to life. Too late. Four AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles slammed into the jet. It spiraled down into a cornfield north of Jasper, Indiana, at 7:32 p.m. local time.
“Secure the President!” shouted General Kelly as gunfire erupted outside. “Get him to the bunker!” The Secret Service guards did, surrounding him, weapons out. Agents and Marines rushed through the halls, stopping to open hidden cabinets packed with M4s and ammo.
“You need to see this,” Anthony Scaramucci, the communications director said. Kelly followed. In the comms room, he saw the same picture on all the screens – except for Fox, which was snow. It was Hillary Clinton, stiff at a desk, looking a bit like she had imbibed some liquid courage. She was reading off a sheet of yellow paper.

“…no choice but to act decisively to restore democracy and our Constitution by removing the Trump junta. Our armed forces are acting to protect our country by transferring leadership to the National Committee of Recovery and Reconciliation, made up of prominent citizens from all political parties, which will govern until fair elections free of foreign collusion can be held …”
Kelly caught the President and his escorts at the elevator. The battle outside sounded like the general remembered Fallujah sounding. Except, inside the White House, he had only a few Secret Service agents and some Marines to hold off the onslaught.
“Sir,” he said. “It’s a military coup.”

The New York contingent of plotters gathered in the Times building so they could use the company’s considerable communications resources to monitor the coup. In Washington, the plotters were spread out – the State Department, the FBI headquarters (the new Director was under arrest and his Obama holdout deputies were overseeing the arrest of key Republicans, conservative Supreme Court justices, and other appointed officials). The Pentagon was paralyzed – the plotters had enlisted enough officers to prevent an effective counter response. And, of course, the NSA had ensured that all comms out of the besieged White House were down.
Elsewhere, the plotters’ plan was proceeding, but not necessarily according to plan. The SecDef was inside the Offutt Air Force Base commander’s quarters having dinner with the commanding general. His security detachment of former Marines and ex-Delta lingered around the three black Blazers parked out front. These were hardcore men, in suits but total pros. That was why one former operator duly stationed himself in the backyard even though they were in the middle of a secure base.
Four other Blazers turned down the street and the detail alerted, their long weapons within reach. The newcomers pulled up and several men piled out.
“There’s a threat. We’re here to secure Mattis,” the leader announced.
“Secretary Mattis. Who are you?” asked the head of Mattis’s detail.

The newcomer drew a weapon, and Mattis’s detail swung into action, laying down a heavy blanket of aimed fire on the attackers. Several went down on each side, and the attackers seemed to have the edge for a moment until the former Delta operator stationed in the rear charged their flank with his HK 416 assault rifle blazing. With the attackers dead, along with a couple of his own people, his security men hustled the SecDef out of the house and into his Blazer.
“Get me to the 595^th Command Group,” Mattis ordered.
General Leonard Smith looked at the map from his Pentagon command post. The Army’s 3^rd Infantry Regiment, with two battalions, was heading into DC through the DC Police lines. The roads were clear – there was a curfew order broadcast on all TV stations. A battalion of military police from the DC National Guard has mobilized and surrounding the White House, assisting the coup forces. But the White House was holding on. The attackers launched several pushes and they were driven back. Secret Service snipers on the roof and in upper windows were taking a heavy toll. Casualties were high on both sides.

Regardless, Washington was effectively held by the plotters. The coup-friendly commander had his Marines from the infantry school at Quantico south of the District getting organized into tactical units – by morning they would reinforce the coup forces already in the capital. All the troops were told they were going to “secure the White House from terrorists,” but it was only a matter of time before they discovered they themselves were the enemy. Smith had argued against putting Hillary Clinton on television so soon, but the other plotters were sure her appearance would rally the people. It seemed to in New York – people had come outside to celebrate and it had turned into a riot. Mayor De Blasio had ordered the NYPD into its stations and on the streets it was a bloodbath. But in red America, the response was different. Patriots watched Hillary on their television, then unlocked their gun safes.

The E-4 command and control aircraft took off from Offutt Air Force Base heading east. The networks were broadcasting Hillary Clinton’s awkward speech over and over – but there was no news coverage. More importantly, there was no word from the president other than Hillary’s ambiguous and odd statement that “the Trump is neutralized.” Secretary Mattis could not raise the White House, nor the Pentagon. He did raise several combatant commanders around the globe – some had no idea what was up, some pledged loyalty, and some apologized and told him this was for the best. Some hedged; Mattis would not have it.
“You better decide if you’re a patriot or a traitor, and if you choose wrong so help me, I’ll see you hang,” he told one coup-curious Air Force four star. Mattis heard the officer gulp on the other end of the line before pledging his loyalty.
The commander of the XVIII Airborne Corps at Fort Bragg refused his call. But the commander of the 82^nd Airborne Division, part of the corps, was an old friend from Iraq. Mattis called his cell, and the two star answered.

“Dave,” Mattis began. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“Sir, this is an unsecure line.”
“They got the NSA. Everything is unsecured. Now, listen. I need you. The country needs you. Your boss is dodging me. That means he’s dirty. Where do you stand?”
“We’re the All-American Division. Sir, we stand with the elected president, and with you.”
“Okay, Dan, then here’s what you need to do, and you need to do it at dawn. I’ve got an Air Force four star on hold who’s going to help you make it happen.”
“You know, if we keep firing on the White House like this, we’re going to kill the people we’re trying to rescue!” Captain Fuller said to his regimental commander. Fuller’s company was usually doing guard duty at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, but the 3^rd Infantry was a full qualified infantry unit too, on tap for emergencies in the DC area – just like this.

“Secure it. Use all necessary force,” the colonel repeated. “Those are not friendlies! They are terrorists!”
The colonel left, and the captain looked down at his cell phone. No signal. A pair of troops carried a wounded sergeant past him to the aid station set up in Lafayette Park. He shook his head. What the hell was going on?
The XVIII Airborne Corps headquarters at Fort Bragg had about six guards out front – it had not yet been enclosed with concertina wire. The 82^nd’s trucks arrived brimming with battle-geared, maroon beret-wearing paratroopers from the 1/325^th Infantry. The guards stood stunned as the troops rushed past them into the building with their general, carrying his M4, in the lead. He limped just a bit, having taken a round in the thigh in Mosul before killing the jihadi who shot him.
The corps commander was with his staff when the infantry poured in. His mouth dropped as two dozen guns covered him. The 82^nd’s commander pointed to the three star.
“Sir, you are relieved by order of the Secretary of Defense. Sergeant Major, take the commander and his primary staff into custody.” Once the coup plotters were taken out, the new commander turned to the room and said to the stunned assembly, “Okay gentlemen, I am now going to brief you on Operation NIJMEGEN.”

The window glass shattered under fire and the pane fell across the HMS Resolute desk in the Oval Office. General Kelly and the Secret Service agents, clutching long weapons, ducked down. They were outgunned, and the enemy outside – which apparently included Army forces – was closing in across the White House grounds. A couple agents dead lay on the carpet, sprawled across the seal. Down below many meters, the President and his family were secure in the bunker – for now.
A Secret Service agent rose and fired off a burst from an MP5 out the window. Kelly turned and saw a White House staffer, in a gray suit with glasses, moving up the hall.
“Give me a weapon!” he said.
“Get the hell out of here!” shouted the general.
“I was a Marine in the Helmand before I was a government flunky, General! Now give me a weapon!” Kelly nodded and tossed him a M4 whose gut-shot owner had no further use for it.
Nationals Stadium was packed with prisoners. GOP Congressmen were held next to deputy undersecretaries and Fox News reporters. Justices Gorsuch and Alito commiserated near home plate. Steve Scalise talked to Ted Cruz by the dugout. Their guards, mostly garrison troops from the Military District of Washington, had few answers for their furious charges.
In California, the new governor Gavin Newsom – Jerry Brown had resigned to dedicate himself to seeking enlightenment in Tibet – had gone on the air to declare his support for the coup. With the media blackout, Twitter became the prime news source. Congressman Ted Lieu was tweeting his coup support incessantly; he had been an Air Force JAG and fancied himself a great choice for Attorney General now that Jeff Sessions was under arrest for “Treason and Hate Crimes.” Louise Mensch was tweeting that she should be the next Grand Marshall of the Supreme Court. Hollywood stars were ecstatic. Lena Dunham announced on Twitter that now that Trump was deposed, she could achieve climax again.

But other states reacted differently. Texas’s Governor Greg Abbott went on television to mobilize the Texas National Guard and pledge support for the president. He then negotiated the peaceful surrender of Fort Hood, the largest Army base in the United States. Two dozen other governors did the same, assembling forces, while others sat on their hands, eager to be on the winning side.
By now, the people were responding. In New York, and Los Angeles as well, there was chaos in the streets. But in red states, armed citizens began to appear at important sites and buildings, ready to protect them with their weapons. Other citizens used the internet – which the Silicon Valley tech billionaires who were in on the plot had demanded it not be interfered with – to spread the word. The patriotic citizens of the United States would resist #TheResistance. They would not quietly allow their voices to be silenced, their sovereignty stolen. And on the command and control aircraft, as it cruised over Tennessee, Secretary Mattis was listening.
“Son,” he said to the communication NCO beside him. “Get me on-line on this tweeting thing. Here’s my message. I’m coming back to Washington and bringing hell with me.”
The 3^rd Infantry had nearly reached the West Wing near dawn and were shooting it out at close range with those inside. With the sun rising in the east, Captain Fuller’s first sergeant approached him with an ancient artifact – a portable radio.
“You gotta hear this, Sir,” the NCO said. He turned on the radio.
“…and again, this is Larry O’Connor on WMAL in Washington. I am going to report as long as I can before the police break down the studio door. We are in the middle of a coup against the president. I’m apparently the only one reporting from inside Washington. There is a massive battle at the White House going on right now but they have not yet taken it. Secretary of Defense Mattis just announced on Twitter that he is returning to Washington and he is calling for the surrender of the coup plotters.”
“Oh damn,” Fuller said. “We’re on the wrong side.”
General Kelly, a half-dozen agents, and the former Marine cross-leveled their ammo. About a mag each. Not enough.

There was a roar, a long grumbling roar of dozens of jet engines overhead.
“Somebody just got air support,” said the bureaucrat, locking and loading. “I hope it’s us.”
Two dozen C-17s flew in over the length of the National Mall at 1600 feet. Not the best drop zone – they anticipated 15% casualties landing – but the best under the circumstances. The 82^nd’s commander stood in the door and leapt – perhaps the first All-American general to jump into combat since Operation MARKET GARDEN in 1944, when the division jumped into Holland to seize the bridge at Nijmegen.
“It’s a brigade combat team out of the Eighty-Deuce,” General Smith’s deputy said. “The 3^rd Infantry and other forces surrounding the White House have surrendered. They have Capitol Hill. Armed citizens have mobilized in other cities. And the president is going live on Fox. It’s back on the air.”
The general sat down. His phone in the Pentagon had stopped ringing. The plotters were scattering. He reached for the remote and turned the big screen to Fox. Out of the corner of his eye he could see people slipping out of his command post.

President Trump appeared on screen, with a look of seriousness of purpose that he had not displayed before. He announced the coup was crushed, that there were many dead, and that those who committed these crimes would be held accountable.
The deputy appeared with a cell phone. “It’s Secretary Mattis,” he said.
“Sir,” said the general.
“Don’t you ‘sir’ me, you damn traitor,” Mattis said. “It’s over. You’re finished. You give the order to your people to stand down so no one else has to die.”
“And if I do?”
“Maybe I have you shot like a soldier instead of hanged like a dog.”
“I’ll give the order. But a trial will be messy.”
“Then be a man.” Mattis hung up.
“Give the order to all our forces to surrender,” General Smith said to his deputy. The deputy nodded and left. General Smith took the Beretta out of his holster and ensured there was a round in the pipe.
Trump’s general commutation of the death sentences of most of the coup plotters to life in prison was intended to help heal the nation, but the hate and anger was still there. Some wounds won’t heal. The exact number of dead was set at 324, including the vice-president, but the damage to the country was much deeper. The decision to abandon the norms and rules of a democratic republic could not simply be undone. A whole generation of liberal politicians was barred from office and from speaking on political issues. Now, those purporting to “resist” were subject to prosecution. Dissent had morphed into criminality, and it was now to be treated that way.
And it came to pass that the government power abused by the plotters was, in turn, used by the elected government to preserve itself against future threats. Those who had been subject to the failed coup saw no other alternative in order to protect the will of the people. So in a way, the plotters succeeded. They had sought to overturn our Republic. They just weren’t the ones left standing after they did.