Author Steven Clark Bradley is a multifaceted, professionally published author. Because of Steven’s unique experience as a world-traveling author, he is able to very vividly and authentically write about place that many have only read about and few have actually seen. Steven simply loves writing, and he has been blessed to travel extensively and loves to see the world. His travels around the world to 35 countries give him a really interesting amount and unique ways of explaining the characters in his stories. The driving force of his life is to tell the world around him what he has seen and how it impacts our lives today, how yesterday brought us to where we are now, and how it will certainly affect us all in the future.

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Author Steven Clark Bradley is a multifaceted professional published author. Because of Steven’s unique experience as a world-traveling author, he is able to very vividly and authentically write about place that many have only read about and few have actually seen.

Steven simply loves writing, and he has been blessed to travel extensively and loves to see the world. His travels around the world to 35 countries give him a really interesting amount and unique ways of explaining the characters in his stories. The driving force of his life is to tell the world around him what he has seen and how it impacts our lives today, how yesterday brought us to where we are now, and how it will certainly affect us all in the future.

Many of Steven’s fans have said that his books could make riveting and extremely powerful movies as well. Take a look at the novels that Author Steven Clark Bradley has authored and you we see the labor and excellent skill he has exhibited. I am sure you will agree that they are too close to reality for comfort. You will see immediately that they are as real as it gets.

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The Consortium - Don't Be Afraid To Fight This War...


The Consortium finishes the Patriot Acts Trilogy...

In Part One we saw an evil plot between Iran and right-wing radical American Nazis to destroy the nation. In Part II, the plausible scenario of a biological terror attack ruthlessly is hatched by enemies of the state. In Part III of the Patriot Acts series the world banking and global power brokers are explored.

In September, 2008, The Fed and the treasury came to President George W. Bush and issued him a suicide threat. Secretary Henry Paulson walked into the Oval Office and put a gun to his own head and said, $800 Billion or in 24 hours we die and 5 trillion dollars would disappear with the entire world economy. President Bush said yes. What if he had said NO?

Chapter Fifteen

The White House,

Washington, D.C.

March 11, 2012 3:42 p.m.

“I am placing the nation under emergency powers effective upon my signing of this document. The authority of the Emergency Powers Act will not be enforced until tonight, but the temporary powers of the moment do immediately grant the president the power to appoint anyone to vital vacant seats in the Executive Branch. Technically, the speaker has not officially recalled Congress back from recess. I love that word recess; it suits them perfectly.” Fisher chuckled.

Michelle handed Fisher the document and he placed his signature in the appropriate place. Then, Michelle gave President Harrison a second document. Fisher read it out loud.

“By the powers under the State of National Emergency act of 1977, the president has the power to appoint any vital vacant seat and it shall not be automatically removed when and if emergency rule is lifted, and only shall the president’s appointments be removed by resignation, end of life issues or impeachment for high crimes and misdemeanors, as prescribed by law and the Constitution of the United States of America.

“Therefore, I hereby appoint Hamilton W. Smith to be Vice President of the United States.” Fisher signed the appointment letter and looked at Hamilton. Fisher thought he looked excited and terrified at the same time.

“Hamilton Smith, would you raise your right hand?” Fisher asked.

Hamilton raised his hand and slightly pulled it down two times before Fisher recited the words and Hamilton repeated them. Secret Service came to the door and Fisher, Michelle and Vice President Hamilton Smith all walked out of the Oval Office and headed to two different escorted cars which would depart for two different escorted places.

Hamilton’s destination was in hiding in an undisclosed location, while Fisher’s destination was for the whole world to see. Fisher leaned over to speak to Hamilton as they walked down the White House hallway.

“Hamilton, way back in time, at Iron Mountain prison in Alaska, you remember.” They stood in front of two different limousines and Fisher took his new vice president’s hand and congratulated him. “Well, Hamilton, I just wanted to take back some words from way back when I said in a moment of foolish jesting. Because you’re not just a Smith; you are Vice President Smith.”

In Route to Raven Rock

Mountain Defense Base

March 11, 2012, 3:52 p.m.

“Approach, I need assistance. This is Captain Ray Jerrod; the coordinates you have sent us do not work. You are taking us into the wall of the mountain.” Jerrod pulled and banked left. Jerrod was a good pilot, and he knew this was not an error. Such errors don’t just happen.

A mountain wall appeared before the pilot and he heaved the yoke back all the way. He feared a stall as he had aimed the nose almost straight upward. Margaret and Nate were strapped in, but both had passed out from forces that neither this plane nor human bodies were built to withstand.

“Control, this is GB1 taking evasive action maneuvers and …”

“We’re gonna make it.” The pilot screamed out and straightened out the airplane. “Get back there and check on them.” The navigator specialist got out of his seat and opened the cockpit door. He saw the First lady slumped over and her baby had started crying.

He quickly walked over and called out her name. “Mrs. Harrison … Mrs. Harrison, are you alright?” Margaret’s eyelids began to move and her eyes blinked and finally, she moaned and cried out,

“Where’s my baby?”

Over Iceland,

the Atlantic Ocean

March 11, 2012 7:55 p.m.

Roger, GB1.” The control officer passed his microphone to a tall man with wavy hair in a nicely knitted suit. “He’s all yours Mr. Berkowitz.”

“Well, Peter, so you are a man of character, whatever that means, but I like you. You’re the other side of me.”

“You lie; I am nothing like you. I breathe air not money and power.” Peter suddenly shouted into Berkowitz’s ear piece, making him wince a bit.

"Well, it lives. I thought you had found Jesus or something and were on your way to paradise. Very well, here goes nothing.”

Berkowitz took a card from his pocket and swiped it and his screen came up. He logged onto the same channel that Peter Barlowe used to control his forces. Then he punched in his personal code and a signal was instantly sent to the pilot of the GB1. As the code streamed it found the command to find the micro-circuit lying dormant in the back of the scalp of one Captain Ray Jerrod, the pilot who was now trying to fly the First Lady and her son to safety. The subject was found and it instantly sent the command to obey Berkowitz’s command. It also registered inside the data crunching computers of Homeland Security, the Pentagon, the NSA and the CIA.

In Route to Raven Rock

Mountain Defense Base

March 11, 2012, 3:57 p.m.

Pilot Captain Ray Jerrod felt Berkowitz’s commands overtake him slowly. He thought it was air sickness then it was like an instantaneous bout of the stomach flu and then just before he was sure he was going to die, he went calm and felt fine. It was the strangest feeling he had ever had.

In Route to Raven Rock

Mountain Defense Base

First Lady’s Cabin

March 11, 2012, 3:57 p.m.

“It’s OK honey, we’re OK now,” Margaret told her baby, which she knew was a lie.

“Mrs. Harrison, I want to stay here with you and help, but I have to assist the pilot. Are you OK?”

“Thank you; my son is OK, so I’ll be fine.” Margaret had the greatest urge to scream out for her husband and only let it resonate in her head. Fisher, where are you? Fisher, I love you.

Over Iceland, the Atlantic Ocean

March 11, 2012 7:57 p.m.

Berkowitz spoke to the pilot. “Captain, you are a true patriot, full of everything our money could buy, and that’s a hell of a lot. The problem is, I am not, and I don’t need to be. These are your orders.”

En route to Joint Session of Congress

Washington, D.C.

March 11, 2012 4:05 p.m.

President Fisher Harrison rode in his limousine for the just over a two mile ride between 1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW and 100 Constitution Ave NE. He looked out the windows and the two most prominent things he saw were throngs of people with great distress stretched across their faces waving and shouting out well wishes to their a president they trusted. He also saw throngs of soldiers as far as the eye could see. They were all there in battle fatigues and seemingly ready to fight a war or to start one. Of course they all think I ordered them out here.

Fisher saw one man in particular holding up a large sign with the map of the United States prominently displayed with drops of blood dripping down. It read, ‘Is America’s Democracy Bleeding?’Another sign showed a flag shaped into the United States with all the colors running into each other. The words across it read, ‘Why are these colors running?’

They all spoke to him and he knew these fine people loved him, but not as much as they simply needed him, and it gave Fisher great fear and trembling to imagine three hundred million Americans thrown to the dictatorial rule of whatever political charade the Consortium would raise up to hide behind.

Fisher’s motorcade continued on and stress seemed to form all over Fisher’s body, and he felt a trembling inside his arms, hands and legs. He knew it was all far too big for his feeble arms to carry. Fisher waved and didn’t know if the people outside could see him or not, but he caught a glimpse of an old man in a Air Force uniform and holding a sign that was plain and simple, but which bore words that were just like a ray of light in a dark and frozen world to Fisher Harrison. He had needed to read its message before taking on a great nemesis such as the Consortium.

“Driver, I want you to stop the car for a moment. Do you see the big plain sign behind us?”

“Yes, sir, but that against protocol.”

"I realize that, but I need you to ask him, not tell him, but ask him if the president could see him for just a moment.”

The driver radioed to one of the cars behind the president’s to talk with the man. A moment later, a Secret Service agent was standing by the president’s door with the older gentleman. Fisher lowered the window and looked at the sign that told him how to proceed. It gave him hope and told him God had heard his pleas. Fisher read the words. He had heard President Tate use them before. Then Fisher spoke them out loud. “Don’t be afraid to fight this war.”

Fisher looked up at the man standing by Fisher’s window and the old man saw that the president had tears in his eyes. His face had taken on a deep shade of red due to the adrenaline woven together with sorrow.

“Please forgive me for accosting you this way, but your sign touched me so much and it is a direct answer to me from God through you. We need direction, my brother.”

“Mr. President, the honor and privilege is all mine. Would you like to have it, sir? The sign I mean.”

”That’s really generous of you, but it is of much greater value right where you are. Right now, you just might be more powerful than I am, in this awful situation; and isn’t that the way it’s truly supposed to be?”

“Here, let me sign it and that means I will follow your advice, my friend.” Fisher said and placed his signature on the poster.

“I will never forget this day, Mr. President.”

“Please don’t, and remember how your simple message gave a president great resolve. What a truth and stress reliever to know someone is bigger than our feeble abilities to control the deeds and intents of evil men and women.”

Fisher put his arm out the window and shook the elderly man’s hand. “I wish I could get out and thank you appropriately, but these guys might kill me trying to protect me. I will do my best to preserve that you have worked so hard to have and to pass on to your children. Thank you for letting God employ you, sir. ‘Don’t be afraid to fight this war.’ I really love that. Pray for America.”

President Fisher Harrison had no idea how his resolve would soon be placed under maximum danger.

In Route to Raven Rock

Mountain Defense Base

March 11, 2012, 4:12 p.m.

The Navigator Specialist reentered the cockpit and strapped himself in for what he knew would be a rough landing.

“Ray, did they radio you?”

“Yes, they did.”

“And … what’d they tell you?” The navigator looked out ahead and saw the well hidden runway. “Great, Captain, you did it.”

Captain Ray Jarrod looked over at his Navigation Specialist and pulled out his side arm.

Jarrod said the words exactly as he had been instructed. “Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?”

The navigator laughed “Yea Captain …” He looked at the pilot and saw his friend and comrade, Captain Jarrod’s sidearm staring back at him. “Yea I have been told that a few times. What are you doing, Captain?”

“Well, they’ll never tell you that again.” Captain Ray Jarrod squeezed the trigger and unloaded three shots into the navigator’s head. Then, his next orders flashed through his mind.

He switched on the intercom and spoke to the First lady. “Mrs. Harrison, we have the runway in sight...”



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This is a Trap The Second Republic - Patriot Acts Part II


You’re the President of the United States and your nation is confronted with a virus that kills upon contact and you have information that the terrorists are holed up in an apartment in Downtown Los Angeles. Your Intel says it’s real. Your human advisors are split on whether to strike or to wait. You have to make a decision and it has to be now. Read this excerpt from The Second Republic Patriot Acts Part II. It will give you a glimpse of what the Commander in Chief must do to save his nation.
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This is a Trap

Washington, D.C.
March 6, 2011, 3:04 p.m.

“Are you sure, Sam; downtown LA?” President Tate asked Secretary Blake who appeared on the screen from inside the Homeland Security Department, not far from the White House.

“Yes, Mr. President. We have a large force ready in the Los Angeles area awaiting your word. I think we can get the bastard.”

Fisher was troubled and wanted to explain. “Sam, I think the President needs to know, first of all, how you got the info. Because you’re telling me a simple trace yielded you this much information? God is great and good, but He seldom gives up adversaries so easily, not impossible, but unlikely.” Samuel said, “Sir, it is our only lead. We have to take action.”

“Thank you both. I always come away knowing more about how you guys think.”

“Could I please add something?” Fisher asked. “We should not forget that this is the man who, in less than twelve hours, has possibly killed more people in a single terrorist attack than any other in recorded history and orchestrated the assassination of the Vice President. So, I am supposed to believe that this perverted genius simply forgot to protect his call? It doesn’t work that way; I know something about it. Sam, please don’t get angry at me, but it is my recommendation that we not pursue this lead. It was way too easy, and it feels like a trap. We should give the President some time to consider this.”

“I will call you back in ten minutes, Sam.”

“Certainly, Mr. President.” The call ended.

* * *

Downtown Los Angeles
March 6, 2011, 3:18 p.m.

“Sir, we’re rather exposed here. Should we stand down?” Captain Mitch O’Connell asked.

“No, this is how he works, but he always makes the right decision,” the Secretary answered.

“Just like HR 8791?”

“The President has not decided on that.” Blake added, “I’m going to pretend I did not hear that. Now, you give me ten, and you’ll have your orders.”

“Yes sir.”



Captain O’Connell peered down the corridor of the old apartment building that had more whore houses than he’d seen anywhere else in Los Angeles. All fifty of his men stood in line and waited for ten minutes that felt like weeks.
Washington, D.C.
March 6, 2011, 3:09 p.m.

“Fisher, we have to do something. Every lead must be pursued.”

“Mr. President, do you remember what you said about feeling something in your gut before they killed Bill? I get that same feeling about this raid. We’re dealing with a crazy man, but also a very smart man who’s so pissed he’s ready to take the entire human race with him into oblivion.”

Tate’s face took on a look of great anxiety. “I have the lives of Americans, possibly the entire world, in my hands right now. This is the decision of my lifetime; I know that. That’s how it works. We’ll see how much the American people want me if I do what it takes to end this crisis. The medicine is often as bad as the disease … this time worse.”

Secretary Blake’s face appeared on the large screen again. “Sam, I’m uploading.”

Sam pressed the send button and an order appeared on Tate’s screen. Using a small digital pen, he wrote his name on a plastic pad, and it appeared on the document. Tate then saved it and sent it back to Blake.

“Let’s hope we’re right, Sam.”

Downtown Los Angeles
March 6, 2011, 3:14 p.m.

“Captain O’Connell, engage.”

“Copy that.”

O’Connell flashed a thumb up, and his men eased up the stairs. Two of them carried a bar and heaved it two times before the door flew open. At that moment, a heavy deathly stream of smoke burst out of the room with the smell of burnt flesh that flowed through the air. The attack force rushed in and couldn’t make out anything clearly through the haze, and their eyes felt hot.

Their flashlights caught a scene that made several huge, macho men throw up their guts. Around them piles of gooey, grayish slime covered the floor. Full heads of long hair lay twisted in the center of each deathly scene.

“We’ve got a massacre here.”

“Sir, it’s hard to tell, but there appears to be about twenty dead illegal aliens here, and you called this a safe-house?”

O’Connell stepped across the threshold and covered his mouth and nose as his men spoke.

“Sir, look at that.”

“They’re all dead … melted, I mean wasted away … no more.”
“No one deserves this … no one.”

“Are you all right?”

“Don’t send anyone here. I am sealing the door. I repeat, send no one. Lord, please help us.”

“Captain O’Connell?”

“This is President Tate. How can we help you?”

“Sir, don’t send anyone here. It is a setup. We are sealing the perimeter, Mr. President and trying to stop outside contamination. You have to stop this or it’ll kill everyone.”


The assault team shut their radios off.

“O’Connell, are you there?”

The attack force members searched the apartment until they found an old mattress and some sheets. They threw them against the door and then sealed it with duct tape.

One, then three felt the internal affects of the virus almost immediately. The infection quickly spread to each one of them. Their lungs burned from having breathed in the biological death. They each pulled their guns and pointed them at their own heads.

“Live free or die,” they all shouted and pulled the triggers. Each of them fell to the ground. Several had already started to dissolve before deciding what death they should endure. The thick evil material engulfed each of them, who had already mercifully ended their own lives.
Washington, D.C.
March 6, 2011, 3:17 p.m.

“Sam, no one can leave that building,” the President demanded. “Anyone who attempts to flee is to be warned and shot if they do not comply. Activate the LAPD police network to consolidate their coverage. Their top priority is to facilitate the CDC in any manner requested.”

“Sam, you’re their boss now. I want helicopters overhead shining lights down there to make sure no one leaves. Get the army in there. We have a catastrophic event, and we must respond with catastrophic measures. Lincoln did it in a crisis not nearly as cataclysmic as this. Habeas Corpus is suspended until this order is rescinded, by the President. This order is in effect immediately at the sound of my voice, and a signed order will be forthcoming.”

“Yes sir, I will call out the all available National Guard and Reserves,” Secretary Blake said.

“I want restraint and demand fairness without neglecting to remember that these are our American brothers and sisters. In addition, Sam, all forces are now activated. This is a National Peril Alert. Any person, not stationed abroad, whether on leave of any kind, should report for duty immediately. Any member the United States Armed Forces who has not reported for duty by the end of April 7, 2011, without prior authorization, will be reported as AWOL. Get the hard copy to me as soon as possible.”

“Yes sir, as we speak, Mr. President.”

Tate switched off the screen. He pressed a button on his phone. “Michelle, are the documents ready? And everyone in place?”

“Yes sir, everything is in order. Mr. President …”

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The Second Republic - Patriot Acts II "This is an EMERGENCY!"



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Author Susan Whitfield Interviews with Author Steven Clark Bradley


My guest today is Steven Clark Bradley. Steve, it’s nice to have you here. Fill us in on who you are and what you’ve been writing.





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Author of Patriot Acts Nimrod Rising StillBorn! Probable Cause
 My work and life in 34 countries include some of the most dangerous places in the world: the Middle East as a journalist in Pakistan, Iraq, Israel, Palestine and West Africa where I interviewed former Palestinian President Yasser Arafat in Ramallah Palestine, Muammar Qaddafi of Libya, and former Turkish President Turgut Ozel.

Additionally, my involvement in American politics, gives me a profound, first-hand knowledge of the political winds of change that constantly sway the American republic to the left and the right. Since I have been able to travel so widely, I write about things I have seen firsthand, which gives me a very vivid ability to tell a story that is both riveting and realistic. As a published author

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with five fast-action novels already on the market, along with my memoirs, The Most Intelligent of Idiots. Being an educator, I have developed an active marketing ability as well as an extensive fan-based presence on the Internet.
Probable Cause
Yes, you have a huge Internet presence and your background is incredible. Steven, when did the writing bug bite, and in what genre(s)?
I have always been a storyteller. I was writing my dreams and my ideas when I was as young as ten. I have a need to express

the things I believe and want to tell in a manner that uses real-life issues to tell a story that can wake people up. I have always had a fear of one day dying and no one would know I had been here. I realized that the best way to be remembered is to do something memorable. A book, a story, fiction or otherwise leaves eternal footprints in the sands of time and that drove me to write. I think about the homeless and those incarcerated. Many of them will live, die and be used for science and I wanted it to be said I left behind me something to make men and women ponder.
StillBorn!
When you started writing, what goals did you want to accomplish? Is there a message you want readers to grasp?
I have always said that my works are like treatises on the life and potential destruction of America. I look at my work perhaps the way Josephus, the great Hebrew historian’s work. Though my work is fiction, the basis of my books is set in stone
and is being lived at this very time. I believe we are losing our freedom; freedoms that were never granted by any government, but by God. There are forces at work today that place all of us in the cross-hairs of totalitarian treatment. One of the biggest mistakes we are making today in our seeming delight in playing the part of the Ostrich. We have our heads in the sand and think our enemies cannot see our hinder parts.

Nimrod Rising
My stories go a long way in showing that going softly and politically with nations like Iran and North Korea, letting the fundamental transformation of America go unwarned will only embolden them and give our enemies the idea that we will not react to their behavior that endangers the peace of the world.

Unfortunately, they may be right. I try to show what will happen if left unchecked.
Patriot Acts
Briefly tell us about your latest book. Series or stand-alone?
My newest work is a series that originated from my first book in the trilogy, Patriot Acts. In this series, I have created a world that is sinister and ruthless where it is nearly impossible to tell your friends from your enemies. Sound familiar to the day in which we live? My newest book, which is just about ready to
come out in the e-book edition is a continuation to show what lurks below the political world that we all see on the news. It is about a deadly, biologically manufactured virus that threatens the whole world.

In The Second Republic, the President of the United States is confronted with a radical underground secret cabal that has targeted America with a domestic bio-terror attack that dwarfs the assault unleashed on September 11, 2001. Set in 2011, this character-driven 67,000 word suspense/thriller weaves a tale that is as plausible as it is exciting. This second book in a trilogy takes the reader inside the White House where
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The Second Republic

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treachery and terrorism boils below its underbelly, and a former Special Ops, now the President of the United States, races to stop a deadly virus, which has killed thousands of innocent Americans, without invoking emergency powers that could destroy American constitutional freedoms.

What’s the hook for that expressed e book?
The hook is how these stories immediately take the reader out of the realm of fiction and directly into the world in which we actually live. I am currently writing Patriot Acts part 3 titled, Executive Order. It takes off right where Part Two finishes. It takes the reader even more deeply into the financial master’s plots to control the money supply and to use their unlimited wealth to control the nation. When the president threatens to reveal their plots, the nation is taken to new depths of woe. All three books are so real and riveting that the hook is a natural captivating effect that captures the reader and instills a real fear of how much it is like the day in which we live. The emergency powers referenced in this novel are real and could be invoked in the event of a massive terrorist attack upon the American homeland. Research sources from the Center for Disease Control, Homeland Security, and the Defense Department validate that the threats described in The Second Republic are ripped from today’s headlines and too frighteningly conceivable for comfort.

How do you develop characters? Setting?
There is nothing greater than writing & creating something from nothing. It's the closest thing to the divine! I have lived in many cultures and it has given me a love for the differences amongst us. I am a student of American culture and write about the changes in our society. God created us with free will. He wants us to obey from our hearts. A Writer is a book's world's creator, and you are your characters' creator as well. Give your characters free will as well. Let them guide you and don't force them to do anything. It's an amazing phenomenon when, as I am fond of saying, the book begins to write itself.

Do you have specific techniques you use to develop the plot and stay on track?
I think actually, I try to stay on track too much. I started Part Three of Patriot Acts and had three chapters written and it felt flat, more like part two. Then I got my literary epiphany and I redid the whole thing and what has happened, because I let the story guide me, is a story that is the most powerful tale I have ever woven, and it serves as an excellent finale to the series and wraps up the loose ends so well. I do not outline my stuff and I start with a quite general theme and main idea. I leave a lot of open ground to plant my seeds of excitement, stress, love, mercy, revenge and plausible scenarios. I find it quite easy to stay on track simply because I am in the world of the story so richly and deeply that my biggest problem is coming out of it after I finish for the day. My wife often tells me, “come home Steven.” And, I know what she means precisely.

How does your environment/upbringing color your writing?
It is true that I have and played a great part in had a very diverse career, politics, journalism and world travel, but I do feel that my upbringing in rural Indiana did have a powerful effect on the views I hold as dear, such as family and faith. All of those activities in my life have given me a real understanding of what is out there and the dangers we face. I write stories that are only scary because they are so very plausible. I can say that the scenario of Patriot Acts and Patriot Acts Two, which is now in publishing, are both very real and related to the things and issues and dangers we now face in a world gone mad and gone weak. That is why I have striven so hard to make what I write so real and something that serves as a warning of the future that we face without realizing that freedom is not free.
What are your current projects?
My newest works are very different from each other. As I mentioned earlier, Part Tree of the Patriot Acts series, The Consortium, is going really well, and I am very excited about that book.

During the civil war, President Abraham Lincoln wrote, "The money powers prey upon the nation in times of peace and conspire against it in times of adversity. It is more despotic than a monarch, more insolent than autocracy and more selfish than a bureaucracy. It denounces, as public enemies, all who question its methods or throw light upon its crimes. I have two great enemies, the southern army in front of me and the financial institutions, in the rear. Of the two, the one in the rear is the greatest enemy..... I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country.” It is obvious he was right.
In September of 2008, The Secretary of the treasury and the Federal Reserve Chairman came to President George W. Bush and told him, if he did not release $800 billion dollars to them, that in two hours, five trillion dollars would be siphoned from the American economy and cause the collapse of the US economy and our standard of life forever. They further stated that in twenty-four hours the whole world monetary system would fall, which has been widely called a suicide threat. George Bush capitulated and said yes. The Consortium asks the question, what if the President had said no?
I and my daughter are also writing an older children’s story called, Four Lessons for Willow Morgan. There is nothing more important than imparting strong values into the lives of our children. It is getting tougher and tougher today, with parents giving up more and more of their authority and responsibility to the schools and the government, to be faithful to the call of bringing up our children with examples of mercy, confession, fairness and conviction. Yet, nothing can do more for a child's future than teaching them about honesty, good choices and hard work when they are still young. That is why I have started this little book called Four lessons For Willow Morgan.
 This is a story a story about decisions, wise judgment and strong convictions, about that which is right and that which is wrong. I am writing this a bit differently than I have in the past. This time, I am writing it together with my 9-year-old daughter, Selin Alicia Bradley. She is a bright, sweet and very smart young lady and loves to read. So, this is a two-fold project that gives my little girl lessons in creativity and this story can stimulate lots of children to seek more than their own self-interests, if they venture to read it.
Willow is a little girl who is growing up and who feels urges of rebellion, disobedience and disrespect starting to take hold in her life. Her mother and father recognize it and want to instill some true life lessons in her young heart.
Where can folks learn more about your books and events?
If anyone wants to learn more about my books or about my writing in general:

 Stories That Read You: http://stevenbradley.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-it-all-begins-by-steven-clark.html

Underground Controversy: http://undergroundcontroversy.blogspot.com/

Steven Clark Bradley’s Patriot Acts: http://stevenclarkbradleyspatriotacts.blogspot.com/

I hope readers will take a look at my writing and see the depth and research that I have put into each story. I am sure they will find some stories that read them! Thanks for the interview, Steven. Continued success!


Patriot Acts
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I hope everyone who reads this will not just think
it is entertainment or the irrational rambling of a scared
American. I am not afraid; I am convinced that no one
will secure our future except us.
That is why I declare the main theme of Patriot Acts
in one key phrase:

No unconditional Talks
Just patriot Acts!


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Patriot Acts Part II
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The real purpose of this book is to reveal the true nature of the culture of death that has come to pervade over every major decision we face. The many groups that make up the culture of death have made America more the land of the freak and the slave than the free and the brave. I have not written this novel with pride or bitterness. Rather, it has been penned to warn a great nation that a land is nothing without the care and mercy shown to its less fortunate. It is submitted to you to underscore that the measure of a great nation is not in its GNP or its S&P but in its TLC. On the contrary, the words written here have been tempered with fear and trembling for the nation I love.

The indisputable facts laid out herein are written in shameful disgust over the failure of the moral base of America to adequately speak out and stand up to be counted. No great nation can long endure under the strains of the obtuse who seek to systematically destroy those whom our nation has so long defended.
America shed her fear and marched its youngest and brightest into WWII to fight an intolerable tyrant and the idea that only the State could decide who was worthy of life. We fought and died to bring Adolph Hitler and his regime to an utter end because of his disrespect and utter disregard for life. Now, today in America we have Judges seated in a leather chairs behind some large desk not making choices to help someone live but rather deciding who should die.

America stood tall and brave against the forces of Communism because of just such an evil philosophy as this, which religiously and progressively marched its people to a dreaded drum right to the very precipice of death and defeat; a defeat based on the loss of our commitment to freedom and life. Yet, today in America, decades after the Great War, are we really better than those we destroyed? Are we really different?

Perhaps the Nazi movement and the Communist ideals are not so much dead as they are renamed and recast in more benign and more beguiling silhouettes; wrapped up in a tattered swath of red white and blue and empowered by a document that no more represents and no longer resembles the original Constitution of the United States of America than did the Communist Manifesto or Mao’s Little Red Book. The diabolical forces at work in America must be rendered powerless.


We cannot stop them from speaking out, lest we defeat the very freedom we seek to preserve, but we must always be vigilant and ready to work against them by recognizing the forces at work, and the masters they serve, which make up America’s emerging culture of death.

Lest none of us have any quality of life, it is imperative that we take another look and reaffirm the words of Philosopher, Francis Schaeffer when he said that there is no life that is not worth living. If we believe thusly, then we should pose ourselves the same question he most profoundly and often posed, “How shall we then live?”
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Excerpt From The Second Republic by Steven Clark Bradley
Flying Dead



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Somewhere over Minnesota
March 6, 2011, 12:58 p.m.



“We want to thank you for choosing American Airlines. We’ve reached our cruising altitude of thirty-five thousand feet, and we’ve got an hour and twenty more minutes of flight time. I have turned off the seatbelt sign, but try to stay buckled up when seated. Thank you.”
For Fred Lockridge, an unbuckled seatbelt was the least of his worries. Earlier in the morning, he had not thought a thing about that dead pig that Elmer Risner had dragged into the feed store. To him, it was another dumb hillbilly showing his stupidity. He had forgotten that he was one of them hillbillies, himself. So, he got out of there and headed home quickly because he had a plane to catch.

Fred had found a deal of a lifetime. Some old farmer in southern South Dakota announced his retirement and had his cows for sell cheap. Fred had his ticket, his check book, and hopes as big as the sky that he flew in at four hundred nautical miles an hour. That was then, this was now.
He squirmed in his seat when changes began to take place over most of his body. Maybe it was all that walking and climbing steps that before he headed to the airport in Chicago.
After he left the feed store, he packed for the trip and noticed that some off that slime from Elmer’s pig had landed on his shoes. “I pulled off the shoe and washed the damn stuff off.” he shouted.
Everyone close to his seat stared at him and several asked him if he was all right. After assuring everyone, he touched one hand with the one that had come into contact with the toxic material. Blisters covered that hand and red marks announcing the irritation’s moved up his arm and across his chest.
Fred unbuckled his seat belt and walked back to the lavatory. He could hear people talking and several covered their noses and others asked anyone who could hear them what that terrible smell was. He shut the folding door behind him and unbuttoned his shirt. In the mirror, he examined his face and neck area, and his back and shoulders when, without warning, blisters popped open and that same slimy stuff oozed out and began to form all over his body. It reminded him of a few horror films he had seen, but this was no movie. It was real and he was living it. He tried not to, but against every bit of strength he could muster, he let out a bloodcurdling scream that everyone in the plane heard.
Fred’s reflection in the mirror terrified him as the skin on his face literally dropped off into the sink. Then a fire raged in his stomach and throughout his internal organs. Smoke rose off his body with a smell so strong that it consumed the plane’s entire ventilation system.
“Sir, are you all right? Can we help you?”
“No, you don’t come in here, you hear me? If you want to live, stay the hell away from me. Tell the pilot that you …” He screamed again and then managed to get out a few words. “Tell him that you have an emergency, and it is as bad as hell.”
“Sir, we’re opening the door.” The hostess said in a panicked voice.
“No. I told you. Are you stupid or what?” Fred’s eyes melted and he crumbled to the floor with a hole in the middle of the slimy ooze that had once been his body. The hole that had been his mouth opened and closed quickly, and he moved no more.
“Sir, are you okay?” There was no response. “I’m opening it,” the chief steward said.
“I don’t think you should,” the other hostess said. “He warned us, and we should listen.”
The chief steward knocked on the door again. Still no reply. He then picked up the phone and called the pilot.
Washington, D.C.
March 6, 2011, 1:35 p.m.
“Doctor, tell me what you’ve learned?” President Tate asked.
“Mr. President, we have been able to determine the compound rather easily.”
“Is that good?” Fisher asked.
“It is neither good nor bad. It is a common flu virus. You see, there is not much difference in original viruses that cause the flu. As they spawn, they are powerful, but quite treatable and susceptible to known vaccines.”
That means we can stop it?” President Tate asked.
“Every virus can be stopped, but this one has undergone some very exotic mutations. Mutations in viruses are almost always natural. A bird with flu virus dies and then is ingested, let’s say, by a swine. When this takes place in nature, that is the time that dangerous mutations take place, like the great pandemic of 1918. The mixing of species with the same virus cause radical mutations that strengthens the virus and makes it harder to defeat, because it takes on an ability to mutate into different forms much more easily. I hope I am not losing the three of you.”
Secretary Blake spoke and nodded. “I think we’re following you just fine, Dr. Marks.”
“We do controlled mutations all the time in the laboratory so we can develop specialized antibodies that cover most of the mutations that lead to new strains of flu. Those can become very violent and powerful forms of flu, but of course they are kept frozen and later destroyed to use as dead viruses that can be used to prepare a vaccine. This one is different.”
“Why did I know you were going to say something like that?” President Tate said in dismay.
“I am sorry Mr. President, but this virus has gone through a myriad of mutations, most of them, if not all have been controlled and for the purpose of making it so deadly that no vaccine could be found soon enough to stop the spread. We have not completed all the preliminaries, but I know enough already to tell you that this will spread incessantly, and it will kill literally millions of people before we can develop that vaccine and inoculate those not yet affected.
“As I said, we have not completed our testing yet, but we can already count DNA trails of forty-seven different species that were infected to create new mutations, and all of them are mammals, with the exception of the bird virus, which was the original host. That is the worst part.”
“Worst part? What does that mean?” Tate asked.
“The mutations that affect humans the most are those that have resulted from mammal hosts. Whoever developed this evil thing knew what they were doing and purposely made a flu virus that can kill and waste away its victims in minutes.”
“Give us a second, doctor.”
Fisher hit the mute button so they could talk together.
“Mr. President, we have to invoke HR8791.” Secretary Blake insisted. “We are anticipating a large number of dead, and we have to have the ability to dispose of them, as inhumane as that might seem. Something like this is so catastrophic.”
“What did they call it? Ah, yes, the Second Republic Bill. Fisher, what do you think?” President Tate asked. “What will be the political fallout if I invoke this bill that will turn America into a totalitarian state?”
“Mr. President, it is totally unconstitutional. Excuse me, Secretary Blake, the hell with the political risks, what about freedom? It is wrong to start that monster. You invoke that and you’ll have two demons to kill: one biological and the other political, each as deadly as the other. It will not withstand the scrutiny of the American people, nor the Supreme Court, in one day’s time. Chief Justice Saul will render his decision tomorrow, right? If it is ruled constitutional, then the country’s gone anyway.”
Tate let the debate go on, but he agreed with Fisher Harrison.
“Mr. President, of course, you’ll be ridiculed and maligned, perhaps burned in effigy, in my opinion, quite justly, if you invoke HR8791.”
Tate responded, “My veto has already been overridden, and I might be impeached, if I do not.”
Tate spoke to both Blake and Harrison. “Gentlemen, that’s why we have these jobs; never anything but the truth. Thank you for that, I think.”
They all found it funny.
“I wish I had a happy lie to tell you, Mr. President, but we have to preserve sanity and security and most of all, freedom.” Fisher declared.
President Tate hit the mute button again.
“Doctor, are you in a position to give me an idea of the rate of spread?”
“We have it contained in that small town, and that should slow it down.”
“Actually doctor, we have one potential victim who is in a plane over Minnesota, as we speak. We are on the ground at its destination in South Dakota. We’ll quarantine everyone on the plane after it lands.”
“Mr. President, if that person gets away from you or if the plane crashes, the spread will increase in speed, exponentially. You must get those passengers in a secure and sealed location.”
“Our men are in place in South Dakota.” Secretary Blake confirmed. “We’ll follow your recommendations to the letter.”
Thank you, doctor.” President Tate ended the call.
“Sam, I am appointing you Secretary of Defense, which means you running everything for few days. I know that’s a tall order Secretary Blake, but you’re a tall man.”
Fisher focused on the man he’d give his life for and who had broken a pledge. The news landed hard on Fisher for a second, but he seemed to absorb the blow. Since coming back alive from Tehran, Fisher had only two friends that he’d entrust with his life, even the lives of his wife and son. One of them was Hamilton Smith, aka Dog Mac, a man who had saved Fisher’s life twice. The other was the President of the United States.
I think I’ll play along, Fisher told himself. The President’s pretty good at that perception thing, too. I trust this guy.
“Sam, you need to get an escort up there with that airplane. I know we have to get info to the pilot, and we don’t want a panic, but there’s plenty to panic about, right now.” President Tate said. “Make the necessary connections, and get that done. You can draft up any request, except HR8791, for the time being, to this effect, and I’ll sign it. Let’s get that going. Are there any questions from anyone?”
“Absolutely not, Mr. President; it’s an honor to work with you at a time like this,” Sam Blake said.
“Thank you, Sam. I appreciate your words.” President Tate escorted Secretary Blake to the door. “Sam, I hope you don’t think I’m rude.” Tate said, as he reached for the door knob. “But I’ve given you the job I promised Fisher. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. He won’t try to kill you or nothing.”
“He’s a great man, Mr. President. It’s an honor to work with him, too.”
“You are right. I have something else I need from him.”
Blake thanked the President and glanced over at Fisher.

Somewhere over Minnesota
March 6, 2011, 1:58 p.m.
“This is the pilot of American Airline 2211 to ground reporting an emergency.”
“AA 2211 what is your emergency?”
“There is a very powerful something happening here. I can’t explain it, but I have a dead man dead in the toilet and others feel sick. Some are having some strange reactions. Requesting emergency landing and you should call the CDC. We may have a biological. I repeat we may have a biological.”
“Copy that.”
The ground officer in Minneapolis picked up a line to his boss.
“Sir, I got a call on the emergency channel from AA 2211. They are en route to Pierre, South Dakota. He’s requesting an emergency landing.”
“So, why are you calling me? Get the man down.”
“Sir, you need to get over here right now. He said they had a biological on board.”
“A what? Sweet Jesus, I’ll be right there.”
* * *
Back in coach, terrified passengers cried, shouted angrily for the plane to land. Sickness over the smell of rotten flesh that exited through the air conditioning vents above their heads created spasms of fear. Rumors spread throughout the cabin about the sick man in the lavatory who had melted into a mixture of rotting, stinking flesh.
The pilot’s cabin phone rang.
“Yes, Julie, you got that thing under control?”
“Control, we’re all going to die back here. Do not come back here. You have to land this plane. Do you understand? You had better get it down, now,” the hostess shouted before the line went dead.
Throughout the cabin, passengers screamed as they caught their image in hand-held mirrors at the boils that had begun to form on their necks and across their chests.
“Julie? Julie, pickup, please.” The captain spoke to his co-pilot. “I’m gonna check it out.”
“Sir, you heard Julie. She warned you to stay away. Maybe you should do as she said.”
The pilot thought about it for a second. “I have no choice. I have to do this. It’s my duty.” He unbuckled his belt and stepped over to the cockpit door and opened it. “I’ll be right back.”
A mist, a hot something floated in the air in the otherwise silent cabin. At first it had not bothered the pilot, then, after he had inhaled the putrid stuff, his nose burned, and he scratched his hot skin through his uniform. He located a flashlight at the service section, but so much smoke or hovering haze drowned out the cabin lights. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand and waved the light beyond him as he rushed through the cabin. No noise, no heads in seats. How did they all disappear? Was it the rapture? He felt something gooey under his feet and his shoes seemed to stick to the floor. The pilot shined the light to the floor, and that’s when he saw it.
One of the first-class passengers was indeed in his seat, but his body had melted away, and all the pilot could see that made the man’s humanity verifiable was his face, which continued the dissolving process. His mouth contorted inward and the pilot heard one last hopeless bawl from the passenger, as his body turned to liquid, and that left a gaping silent hole that wanted to scream another last blistering cry of agony, but remained silent. The pilot reached out to help him, but jerked his hand back. Then the wasted-away passenger, in one last-ditch effort to live, seemed to jump or bubble upward and the greasy film that covered him flew into the air and landed on the pilot’s face. Instinctively, he wiped off his face. But he felt the searing heat of the material, and it had become so virulent that it had already started tearing at his face, as the 757 flew about fifty miles from Minneapolis, Minnesota.
The pilot radioed his co-pilot. “Peter, the aircraft is yours.”
“Sir, I could barely make you out. Is everything okay?”
“Do not … come ba … back here. All is lost. Everyone is de … dead. Save yourself. Land this…” The radio died.
The co-pilot called out, “Mayday, Mayday.”
The pilot felt his body going numb, and then the feeling returned with terrible pain blisters appeared on his arms, large festering, oozing blisters. The same material he had wiped off his face started to spread across and up his arms, and he felt searing pain in his legs and across his chest, and on his face. “Please, Jesus, take me.”
The radio startled the co-pilot, and he jumped.
“AA 2211, you do not have clearance to land. Continue on course to Pierre, North Dakota. I repeat, do not land, continue…”
The co-pilot switched off the radio and started a descent.
“AA 2211, you are five thousand below your assigned altitude.”
The co-pilot heard the tower’s communication, but he set his flight director for approach and his altimeter at four thousand, the descent pitch at eighteen hundred, and the flaps to descend automatically.
“AA 2211, you are ten thousand below your assigned altitude. You are not cleared for landing here, AA 2211.”
The airport appeared to be thirty nautical miles ahead. The co-pilot set the GPS. “This bird can land itself,” he said.
The captain felt his skin sizzle and then large chunks of flesh fell from his face to the floor, and he screamed one last time.
“Captain? What’s happening?” He heard a thud at the cockpit door when the captain’s body fell against it. He hoped the captain was trying to enter the cockpit. The aircraft now flew itself, as it descended to five thousand. The co-pilot stood and gripped the cabin’s doorknob.
* * *
The tower technician ran to his supervisor’s office. “Sir, I told AA 2211 that they could not land.”
The agitated official asked, “What’s the status?”
“Now, their radios have been switched off, and they’re descending.”
“What? I’ll have his license for that.”
“Sir, with all due respect, that is not what we need right now. It is my estimation that we have plane full of some kind deadly biological material that is highly toxic. Do you think it’d kill us all if it’s allowed to land?”
“If that’s the same stuff they’ve had all over the news today, yes, you may be right. I’ll notify the FAA, Homeland, the CDC, and I’ll get the White House in on this, too.”
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Today, America faces enemies that make the world of the Cold War seem like much brighter times. Islamic forces have declared Jihad on America causing the greatest threat to the life of the United States since World War II. In Patriot Acts, America finds itself under covert nuclear attack from the Islamic Republic of Iran which has linked up with radical American Militia groups. They have set aside their political and religious differences to carry out the widest attack to America in the nation 's history. Colonel Fisher Harrison, the best trained Special Ops killer the military has, is the only one person who can effectively retaliate against their aggression. The only problem is that Colonel Fisher is in a federal prison, framed for a murder he did not commit by his former boss who is now the President of the United States of America. Take an amazing journey from Alaska to the Midwest and to the center of the Islamic Republic of Iran as two enemies unite to save the nation from two adversaries in league to bring the country to its knees. You will be amazed how close to home and to reality Patriot Acts could be!

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Have you ever felt that the world was guided in ways that are beyond man’s control? The constant changes in the world since the time of Nimrod 4000 years ago until today and all the events that have shaken the world have been to bring the universe back into the hands of the Prince of Darkness, Lucia, a world that he had ruled with his Watchers before it was all ripped from his grasp when man was created. Nimrod Rising paints a diabolical picture of how the Prince of Darkness executes his evil plot to take the world back by force and destroy civilization in the process. From the Great Builder Nimrod in 4000 BC to today, 666 generations later, you can ride the storm of Nimrod Rising and experience the death of a world and the birth pangs of another. You will swear it is really upon us!



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Find a common, good man; even a Pastor, a man known more for his good deeds than for any mischief. Take away everything from him. Take away his life, his history his future, his faith, his wife and you’ve created a monster, a desperate man who wants payback from those who destroyed his life. Greg Bradford is a victim of infidelity, man who wants revenge, a man prepared to do anything to get his life back. Imagine, you’re a well-known Police officer, in a state-wide position, and you have to investigate a murder at a State Mental Facility in Logansport, Indiana, a vindictive crime that Chief Inspector Corbett (Core) Mandeville has swirling around in his past also. Both Core and Greg know why they did what they were both sworn to prevent. Corbett Mandeville is well known in Indiana, having investigated some of the worst murders in his state. Now, an escaped mental patient, who has a vengeful score to settle, is on the loose, and Core has to stop him. This adventure is not like many others, since Corbett Mandeville has a closet full of suspense, of his own. This killer and Mandeville both had similar reasons for stalking their prey, for stepping out and taking justice into their own hands. Get into the mind of the killer and the cop, as both find a connection that makes for a lethal thriller of profound actions of vengeance and justice.

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