Sometimes Goodness Has to Die
If you’ve ever been called a “right wing extremist,” this is the series for you. – Amazon Customer and Series Fan
IT’S THE END OF THE ROAD FOR PETER BAIRD
After so much killing Peter Baird is mentally exhausted, and ready to call it quits and go home. But can he really lay down his weapons while his country is still in flames? As the second civil war rages on, Peter is once more dragged into the conflict. First into West Virginia, and then once more to the Midwest, Peter is pulled farther and farther from home. But this time, he aims to bring the fighting to an end.
Will his brothers-in-arms support his cease-fire, or will they see it as a fundamental betrayal of all they’ve fought for? And can the President’s assassin really bring about peace, or will he lose his own mind first?
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About The Book
It was the first Wednesday of November, 2008, when I conceived of this series—based less on the election of Barack Hussein Obama than upon the fault lines his election exposed in our country. Now, almost ten years later, there has been another election revealing that those same fault lines are even wider and deeper than I first imagined. Donald J. Trump hadn’t even said the oath of office before Democrats began clamoring for his impeachment with cries of Russian interference and so forth. Ironically, as they screamed and vented, I understood how they felt. With slightly less acting out on my part, I experienced the same level of panic and desperation the Left is now enjoying when their man got elected to the highest office in the land eight years previously.
No matter where you stand on the Presidencies of Donald J. Trump or Barack H. Obama, the one thing that we can all agree on is how divided we’ve become politically. There remains yet a somewhat mushy middle in America—those who do not vote on party or necessarily even principle, but for other reasons altogether mysterious. And then there is the rather large swath of people who do not vote nor participate in our republic at all, except as producers, consumers, and/or tax-payers.
Still, the divide is real. And it threatens the fabric that binds us together. In many places, the rifts are so wide as to be irreparable.
It is concerning, but the truth is, we’ve been here before. We faced similar crises with both the American Revolution and the Civil War. In one conflagration we were born. In the other, we came of age. I don’t know what may come of this time. Perhaps if the cold war that is the culture war erupts into more broad-based conflict than the spats and skirmishes in places like Seattle and Charleston, it will be the conflagration that brings American down. That is what I feared when I started writing Jefferson’s Road. Indeed, it’s why I started writing it, and why I had to keep coming back to it until it was finished.
Can we heal as a nation? Do we even want to? I suppose that remains to be seen. I’m hopeful, though. More than I have been in a long time.