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    Grey Power: Project Term Limits
    Grey Power: Project Term Limits
    Grey Power: Project Term Limits
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    Grey Power: Project Term Limits

    By William J. Ryan

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    Have you ever thought about hurting someone that has hurt you, or thought about doing something to those in the Government, because of the way they are running your country? If so, you need to read Grey Power Project Term Limits.
    When a world is on the brink of a catastrophic disaster and the people running your country just don’t want to take things seriously, what would you do? Cooper has just retired from working at a bank and is very optimistic about his future. One day, everything changes and he becomes fed up with how those that are supposed to follow the rules persist on ignoring the rules that they don’t like. He joins a very large group of people are becoming fed up with how their country is being run, so they devise a plan to try to put things back to what they once were.
    Cooper takes a trip that gives him a new lease on life in this harrowing tale of love, revenge, justice and peace at last.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWilliam J. Ryan
    Release dateApr 7, 2018
    ISBN9781370435173
    Grey Power: Project Term Limits
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    William J. Ryan

    I am William J. Ryan. I am in my 60’s, an autodidact (self-directed learner) and I am dyslexic. I not only suffer from trouble with letters, numbers and spelling of words changing on me, but structuring of sentences will sometimes be backwards. (Don’t worry; I hire someone to edit these stories before I publish them!) I write for the joy of writing, of getting an idea out there. I write in many different genres, children’s stories, historical fiction, fiction, science fiction, crime, and adventure, all the way to anti-religion. I do research on everything that I write about in order to try to be as factual as I can be. I have self – published 35 books and 22 screenplays! Self - publishing is a great way to start, but it is hard to get the audience’s attention. I am also the illustrator of all the artwork within each of my books and most of the cover art. You won’t find many authors out there that include artwork in their stories. More About Me Born in poverty, by white trash sperm and egg donors, my childhood was one horrific nightmare after another, that I would spend the rest of my life overcoming. Freeing myself from this extremely dysfunctional cluster of lost self-indulgent beings, by cutting off all contact with them, was the best thing I ever did. At an early age I chose not to have children for I was not given the skill to raise them and chose not to pass on the gruesome genetic dysfunctions that I had inherited. Writing personal painful events in one of my fictional characters is second nature and comes far far far too easy. In my early 20s, I discovered my reading and learning disability had a name, Dyslexia and I worked as an adult to overcome letters and numbers changing before my eyes. Later in life, as an older adult, I learned the power of reading and writing and became an Autodidact. This affliction never leaves the afflicted. I am glad to trade the curse of Dyslexia for the skills to invent and create people places and events that I see so clearly in my mind’s eye. Every story, every town, every person is 100% real to me and I see every picture on the wall, the view out the window, the streets and homes of the neighborhoods, making them all real to me and I hope the reader. Artfully crafted acquired skills, from a childhood trying to escape the insanity surrounding this small boy and his young developing mind, where he found himself. i.e. A clear example of a Dyslexic sentence. A short stent (seven years), in the criminal banking industry; where I saw V.P.’s change mortgage interest rates higher on loans, to increase the profits for the bank, cheating the customers. When I refused to participate, I was told, “I needed to think of the Bank First”. My response was “I will never do this.” I also witnessed V.P.’s instruct managers to create duplicate false files (and they did) concealing the crimes of the bank during a government audit, so they would pass. When I could find the courage to walk out, (without notice for they did not earn it) I did and changed my life’s path for the better, still looking for that place in my child’s mind, where people were honest, decent and truthful. All of my life up to this point, I could not face my tormentors, because I was beaten down so badly as a child. I finally found my voice and the inner strength to take the bullies in my life on,,, one at a time. With each confrontation, with each face to face battle, I have grown stronger and developed the skills to beat back the bullies of the world, exposing them for what they truly are. There is no one I will not attack back, fending off their aggression, their bullying of the weakest among us all,,, children,,, has become my single life focal point. At this intolerant unforgiving stage in my life, my understanding of man’s history, is continually being rewritten, removing the light of truth, so I pull further away from people. The worst being the so called God Fearing People, that believe they can do anything to anyone and God will forgive their sins so they can do it again. Every one of them has shown me the black oozing bag that is their soul. There is no helping them, so I stopped trying and recoil from the religious. The evil that all religious people do every day, in their God’s name, (genocide, rape of a child, land grab, slavery) show us all that their god must have horns and a pointy tale. This clear understanding of people and the evil that exist just under the skin, emerges in all my stories. A good writer should not create without understanding, but write what they know. I know this evil all too well and I can write and attest to it!!! Favorite Quotes (some) “Just because you are born in shit, does not mean you must stay there.” The quote is from a female pilot from WWII, instrumental in the development of the WASP, name unknown. “A man’s strength is measured by the strength of his enemies” Sioux These quotes are indeed very powerful. My list is very long and grows with every day. Each day I wait for them to come and kill me,,, the Deceivers that I expose. “Hell is other people” From the book NO EXIT by Jean-Paul Sartre 1944. The things he must have witnessed,,, as the Good German Christians gathered up the Jews (the god killers, Jewish Decide) for the slaughter. Oops did I let that slip? Yes the Nazis were unapologetic-ally Christian,,, Gott Mit Uns (God with us) was worn upon every German Christians soldiers belt as they justified their actions with words of Scrupulosity and its madness. Example; “Our movement is Christian” Adolf Hitler. These Christians are not good people and for me this quote helps prove it. “The waste,,, the waste,,, the waste.” These were the last words of the abdicated King Edward VIII of England. Somehow it seems to sum up the best efforts of man on Earth. “I am ashamed to say I am a member of the human race.” said by Charles Bukowski, August 16th 1920 to March 9th 1994. Words I hear in my mind every day as I see more atrocities of man and his foot print upon this small planet. I carry all of these words with me every day and use them to steer me from the rocky shores of others as I set the heading of my ship away,,, off into the setting sun,,, as I was born,,, alone. Personal Hero’s Ferdinand Waldo Demara Jr.; his skills of camouflages and moving from one life to another, immeasurably helped to guide me and re-invent myself for the better. It is with envy I look to him and his life, for he truly is,,, The Great Impostor. This is but a small window into my soul and reveals but a small part of what has made this man what he is,,, good or bad.

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      Grey Power - William J. Ryan

      Grey Power

      Project Term Limits

      Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

      Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

      Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

      Smashwords Edition License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This book may not be reproduced in part or in whole without the written permission of the author. You may write to William J. Ryan at Post Office Box 666, Dade City, Florida 33526

      If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favorite retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      All information, theories and any philosophies or hypotheses should be verified by the reader from outside sources before one takes action to protect oneself from any of the impending dooms that are predicted to come within this book. All theories and characters in this book (if any) are fictitious and any resemblance to others or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental unless a true name is used and true quotes are used.

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      ChapterThree

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      About William J. Ryan

      Other books by William J. Ryan

      Connect with William J. Ryan

      Chapter One

      The Door

      As the glass doors closed behind me, I felt a great sense of relief,,, it was over and I could put them all behind me. Maybe it was wrong to leave my job that way, but it gave me such joy. I slowly walked to the car and thought, ‘It is really over and behind me.’

      As I sat in my car in the empty parking lot that Sunday, I knew no one would be at work. I take so much joy in the knowledge that I will never see any of these people again,,, never. It was then, like a raging river, memories of all those horrible people came flooding back to me and I said out loud. Will I ever be truly free of their painful grip? As their faces of anger came racing back at me.

      I fought with them for years and now it was over. No longer would I have to put up with the evil that seems to be within all banks. No longer would I have to put up with those two fat women that hate men. No longer would I have to put up with the criminal actions of a heartless cold bank, filled with people that only want one thing,,, money and they don’t care how they get it.

      The worst part was being ordered by the fat pigs to create two sets of books for the Federal Government audit. Those of us that did it, had to face the auditor’s anger while the ones responsible sat in another room safe or they left the building entirely. That was the worst experience.

      Cheating people was always the joke of the day. I saw them change rates on loans just to make more money. One of the fat ones told me that I had to change my thinking,,, I had to think more of the company. I will never change my thinking and I will never take the side of the bank over the side of the little guy. That is why I never did well at the bank,,, and I am proud of it.

      Looking at the few personal items that I had kept at the office, now sitting in a small box on the seat next to me, I realized it truly was over and I was free of all these people. I could no longer hold back the tears of relief.

      After a few minutes, I controlled myself and began to smile, for my plan was at the point of completion and I think I have won. For over 10 years now, I planned to quit this job the second I could retire. Three months ago I turned 62 and this week I got my first social security check.

      I told no one of my plans and I gave no one a chance to throw a farewell party. I could not hold in my utter distain for these hypocritical bank people anymore, so I picked a Sunday to disembark this ship of ravenous rodents. No one will have a chance to say goodbye to me, for I am but a cog in the wheel of the bank, easily replaced and I will not be missed.

      The feeling of peace filled the car as I looked at the new day and new life laid out before me on an open road. The drive home was slow and filled with much joy, for I will never go down this path again. I am free and that thought brought such relief that I began to cry, ‘It’s over Riley,,, you don’t have to go back. You’re free!’

      As I pulled in the drive at home, I parked the car and looked at the house and my future. Sometime’s when I am alone I would talk to myself out loud, It’s all a blank slate, what would you like to do?

      As I stared at the house and the location of Oliver’s room, I said, Maybe go and see Oliver. It has been a long time now,,, and I now have the time.

      Then the memories came pouring back into my mind,,, his life,,, his dreams,,, his goals. My eyes were fixed on his room… it had been a long time. I promised myself, after this day I would face this and now is that time. I have to face this; I have put it off for so long now. Maybe this is how I should face the future. I am not going to run from it any more. Today, I put that horrible bank behind me and I need to put this behind me as well.

      As I stepped out of the car I could feel the depression of my job still lingering in my mind. I so hated those people! I most likely will carry that with me for the rest of my life. I am sure that job is why I could not face this,,, but I have planned this for years now and today is the day.

      Slowly, I approached the front door of my home and thought, ‘Now I can get a dog,,, I will be home all day. It would be so nice to be greeted every day by someone that loves me.’

      The key in the lock turned smoothly and in slow motion I was inside,,, safe from all those that tried to hurt me,,, all those that I would not cow down to and now they were part of my past.

      The quiet was defining as I leaned back on the door locking it. ‘I am safe.’ Then I looked at my future. As I walked to my bedroom, I had to pass the door and I only bravely glanced at its base. Laying my keys on the nightstand by my wallet, I sat down on the bed and took off my shoes. Ok Oliver,,, it is time.

      I stood up and walked out to

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