#but also jim filing reports is a running gag in the show so

[theragamuffininitiative]

I am once again dwelling in the disappointment of modern cop shows not taking after Adam-12 enough and therefore further encouraging hundreds of real life officers to want to play power tripping cowboy more than they want to simply help people. To serve and protect. I should rewatch the whole show for the express purpose of tallying things up by comparison. It would be very, "Jim Reed shown drawing his gun 7 times. Jim Reed shown filing a report 6,509,238 times." "Pete Malloy in a foot chase 14 times. Pete Malloy helping citizens do mundane things ∞ times."

[returnto-dust]

Three in the Morning

Summary: Set right at the beginning of season 1. Reader’s back in Hawkins after graduating from college a couple months ago. As she searches for a more permanent job, she works part-time at the police station. She loves the job, despite the... history between her and her boss, Chief Hopper. A troublemaker in high school, she’s had her fair share of run ins with Hop in the past. But, that’s just it: it’s all in the past. Or is it?

Pairing: Jim Hopper x unnamed female character

Word Count: 3553

Warnings: smut (18+), car sex, cursing, three OCs (is that a warning?)

A/N: this is probably OOC Jim because I’ve never written him before, but i had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you enjoy it!

Based on the dialogue prompts: “It’s three in the morning.” and “I’ve been waiting a long time.”

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The wind is howling but the rain hasn’t come yet. Hawkins is alive with tension tonight, search parties out and about looking for the missing Byers boy. She feels bad for Joyce, she does, but there’s something else on her agenda tonight, else she’d be out there with the rest of the volunteers, right alongside her boss, Chief Hopper.

She’s only been working at the station for a couple months, but she loves the job, despite how mundane it seems some days. She files documents and fetches coffee and lunch for the deputies and Hopper, and even for Flo when she’s too busy taking bogus calls from nosy neighbors and old cat ladies. 

But it hadn’t been easy getting the job, regardless of her qualifications. She’d just graduated college and moved back home to Hawkins before applying to the help wanted sign outside the window of the station. She’d hesitated at first, her reckless past weighing heavy in her mind as she contemplated calling the station from her new living room. But she needed to pay the rent and eat somehow, and there was no way she would get her old job back at Melvald’s General Store. So she sucked it up and called in, snagging an interview for the next morning.

Luckily, Deputy Callahan gave the interview. If it had been Chief Hopper, he would’ve sent her packing the second she walked through the door. But she got the job, and a week later, when Hopper finally decided to show up to work, he just looked at her with disdain, shook his head, grumbled low in his throat, and slammed his office door behind him.

Now, six months later, she makes a decent living working a job she enjoys, even though her boss still doesn’t trust her, or give her the time of day. She doesn’t blame him though, not necessarily, but it is annoying and frustrating to deal with on a daily basis. She wishes things could be different.

She’s thinking of all this as she treads down the sidewalk of Hawkins town square. It’s nearing two in the morning, and she’s shivering under her dark coat. She wouldn’t even be out here if it weren’t for the phone call that interrupted her dinner. She’s grumbling now, hands shoved deep in her pockets, hood up to protect her ears from the wind. Dammit, Cindy. This better be worth it.

There’s laughter and the flickering of flashlights up ahead, Cindy’s tell-tale snort, followed by the low timbre of a male voice. She rolls her eyes. Of course, Cindy’s brought along her boyfriend, Micheal. She continues walking until she turns the corner into the alleyway behind the library. Sure enough, Cindy and Micheal are there, now locked at the lips, also joined by Jeremy, who shakes his head at the couple and pretends to gag at the sight. 

She chuckles and it catches his attention. He strolls over and throws an arm across her shoulders, leading her further into the alley. There’s a spotlight set up, aimed toward the brick wall of the library, shining bright. Several cases of beer are stacked next to it, with an open duffel bag in front of the wall. As they get closer, she can see the spray painted graffiti on the brick, the cans of paint thrown haphazard into the bag. Her stomach drops.

“Hey, look who finally decided to show up!” Jeremy teases, squeezing her shoulders and moving around her to pick up a beer. He holds it out for her, but she shakes her head. She looks at her best friend in question, an eyebrow raised high.

“Oh, come on! Don’t look at me like that! I told you we were just having a little bit of fun,” Cindy says, flipping her hair over her shoulder and skipping over to stand in front of her. “C’mon, have a drink! It’ll be just like old times.” Cindy takes her hands and tries to pull her toward the paint, but she stands her ground. Cindy huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.

“What are you doing? We’re not in high school anymore,” she says, looking at all three of them. She can understand the appeal, but to actually come out here and do it? After all this time? They’re not kids anymore.

“We’re just trying to have some fun. Geez, lighten up,” Michael insists, popping open a can of beer.

She scoffs. “Some fun? This is illegal, you know. And this isn't the first time, is it?” She’s filed multiple reports of graffiti sightings around town. Never would she have guessed it was her old high school friends.

“You think you’re all high and mighty now that you work at the station? Whatever, buzzkill,” Michael tosses his can to the ground. “Let’s get out of here.” He throws an arm over Cindy’s shoulders and they start walking away. 

“Way to ruin the party,” Cindy tosses over her shoulder.

Jeremy steps around her, walking slowly backwards out of the alley. “You’re not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?”

She sighs. “Just get out of here, Jeremy.”

He jogs off to catch up with the others.

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She’s tossed all the empty beer cans in the garbage and moved the other cases to the sidewalk. Free beer for anyone who wants it. She regrets not taking her car, because now she has to leave the spotlight and the graffiti on the wall. Despite their foolish behavior, she doesn’t want her friends to get in trouble.

She turns the spotlight off just as a car drives by the alleyway. “Shit.” She rushes to zip up the bag of paint cans, throwing a strap across her shoulders and booking it out of the alley.

But it’s too late. The Chevy Blazer has already backed up, and Chief Hopper is rounding the car just as she slows to a walk. Shit. She wishes there was a dumpster or something, so she could ditch the bag, but of course, she has no luck. Hopper pulls out a flashlight and clicks it on, and shines it directly in her face.

She’s blinded momentarily, raising a hand to block out the light. He lowers it from her face, but keeps it shining on her so he can see, his eyes shifting down to the bag on her shoulder. “It’s three in the morning. What are you doing out here?”

She needs to think fast, because she knows how this looks, and she knows he knows about her past. They’ve been in this exact position before, only four years ago. Except this time, she’s innocent. “Um… just out for a stroll.” Fuck. Not smooth. 

He looks her up and down, and then shines the light down the alleyway behind her. “At three in the morning?”

She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, letting the bag drop to the concrete below. “Look, Hop, I know how this looks-,”

“Really? Cause it looks like you were out here maybe doin’ some recreational art,” he puts one hand on his hip where his cuffs glint in the light.

Dammit, Cindy, you are so dead! “Okay, now, before we jump to conclusions, this is definitely not what it looks like.”

Hopper raises a brow and makes a show of shining the light at the graffiti on the wall, then down at the bag on the ground. “Oh yeah? Unzip the bag.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not gonna do that.”

His jaw clenches. “No? Because there’s spray paint in there?”

“Of course there’s spray paint in there!” she throws her hands up in exasperation. “But it’s not mine!”

He already has the cuffs unhooked from his belt and is moving closer. “Mmhmm, sure it ain’t. Turn around,” he motions with his hand for her to spin around.

She shakes her head wildly, holding her hands out in front of her. It gives him the perfect opportunity. He slaps a cuff on one wrist and twists her arm around, shoving her face first into the brick wall, securing the other wrist.

“Stop! This isn’t fair! You’re not listening to me!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before,” he pulls her away from the wall and escorts her forward by the shoulder. They stop by the passenger side of his truck. “Wait here.” He leaves her there to retrieve the bag of paint cans, tossing it in the back of the truck before coming back around to stand in front of her. “Now, you wanna start tellin’ the truth here?” 

“I am telling the truth! It wasn’t me!” she looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if I hadn’t just found you with the evidence at the scene of the crime,” he presses on her shoulder to get her to lean back against the truck.

“Please, Hop, you have to believe me! I’m not that same girl, I don’t do this stuff anymore.”

He takes a moment to search her eyes, then he pulls her away from the truck and turns her around. He lifts her hands up as much as they will go and shines the light on them. No paint residue. He turns her back around. “Can you prove it?”

Screw it. If Cindy got her into this mess, she can get her out of it. “Yeah, yeah. I know who did it. They’ve been doing it all over town.”

“Who?”

“Do you remember the group I used to run with in high school?”

“How could I forget? It was always the four of you when something went wrong in Hawkins.”

She chuckles, “We had to give you something to do.”

Hopper rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth lifts in a small smile. “So it’s them then? Cindy, Michael, and Jeremy?”

She nods. “Yes. Cindy invited me out to have some fun. I had no idea this was what she had in mind. They’d already painted the wall before I got here.”

He purses his lips and squints at her, rolling over her story in his mind.

“I swear Hop, it was them. I don’t have to spray paint walls or steal cases of beer to get your attention anymore,” oh shit. That wasn’t supposed to come out. She can feel her face burning. Thank god for the dark.

“Oh yeah? That why you made my life a living hell your senior year?” there’s a playfulness in his voice. He’s teasing her.

“Oh, god. I’m never gonna live this down,” she whispers. “Yes, okay? I wanted your attention. You think I did all that stuff just for fun? I could barely get into college with my record.”

He laughs out loud and makes her turn around again. Seconds later, her wrists are free, and she rubs the soreness out. “I can’t believe you went through all that trouble just for me.”

“Well, it was the only way I could get you to look at me,” she admits, refusing to meet his eyes. “You were new in town and married. I’m not a homewrecker. And I was just a kid. It was fun, playing cat and mouse, even though I knew I could never be with you.” 

“Is that why you wanted to work at the station?” he tries to catch her eye, but she still won’t look at him.

Damn, way to put a girl on the spot. “It’s not the only reason,” she chuckles and rubs the back of her neck, finally meeting his eyes. “I do need the money.” 

A gust of wind blows by and she shivers, burrowing further down in her coat. “Why don’t I give you a ride home?”

“Okay.” He opens her door for her and waits for her to climb in before he closes it and walks around to the driver’s side. He sits in front of the wheel in silence for a few seconds. “Hop?”

He slowly turns to look at her. “Get over here.”

The chill leaves her body, and suddenly she’s on fire from head to toe. “What?” Her mouth is dry.

“You heard me,” he rests one arm on the back of the seat, the other on the door, opening up the space around him.

Her heart races in her chest, pounding in her neck and in her head. There’s a tsunami of nerves in her stomach, and she doesn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. “Really?”

He smiles, “yeah, really.” 

She searches his eyes, and nods her head, pulling her legs up under her to sit on her knees, crawling over the seat towards him. He grows impatient and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap. She yelps in surprise, bracing herself with hands on his chest. He laughs with her, resting his hands on her hips. She has trouble meeting his eyes, practically trembling in his hands.

“Hey, look at me,” he tilts her chin up and their eyes meet. “It’s okay. You’ve got my attention.”

She bites her lip, shaking her head at the situation she’s found herself in.  “I thought… I thought you hated me.”

“No, of course not. I thought I couldn’t trust you. I wanted to,” one hand finds its way under her jacket, rubbing up and down her back over her shirt.

“Yeah? Six months, and I thought it was all one sided,” she slides one hand up his chest, tangling in the hair at the base of his neck.

 “You grew up. You’re right, you’re not that little girl anymore.”

“You never said anything,” she adjusts herself in his lap, one knee on either side. She can feel the muscles in his thighs flexing with every movement, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

“Wasn’t sure how you felt, didn’t want to make things weird,” he scoots down a little in the seat and takes his hat off, tossing it up onto the dashboard. There's a tension in the air now, shifting tides now that they’ve admitted everything. 

“What now?” she licks her lips and his eyes follow the action. His hands grip her hips.

“Well, I can take you home, and we can call it a night. Or, if you want, I can kiss you… and we can see where things take us,” he raises a brow, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. 

She flicks her eyes between his and his lips, “Or I can kiss you.” He’s smiling as she leans down and captures his lips with her own, holding his jaw with both hands. He opens his mouth to her, and her tongue finds his, massaging them together. He groans and pulls her body closer, their tongues swirling around. She gives an experimental roll of her hips, finding a bulge already formed in his khakis. She moans into his mouth, their lips parting just inches, breathing in each other’s air, foreheads pressed together.

She rolls her hips again, harder this time, and he growls, fingers digging into her hips. She pulls back from him, smirk on her swollen lips. She makes a show of unzipping her jacket, sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it onto the floorboard. 

“Are you sure?” Hop asks, fingers pulling her shirt from the waistband of her jeans. 

“I’ve been waiting a long time. I’m not waiting any longer,” she pulls the shirt over her head and it joins the jacket on the floor. 

Hopper finds himself speechless, hands on her sides and stomach, back and shoulders. Countless times he’s imagined himself in this scenario, and he never thought he’d actually get to do it. She leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his chin, down his jaw, to his neck, sucking gently, trying to find the spot that makes him tick. He leans his head back and moans softly when she kisses the spot just under his right ear, working gently at it until there’s a small purple patch of skin left behind.

“Take this off,” she tugs on the collar of his uniform shirt, and he quickly gets to work on the buttons, fingers fumbling when she rocks her hips back and forth, running her fingers through his hair.

 He finally gets it undone, and leans forward to slide it off, pushing her into the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare. They both startle, Hopper’s arms wrapping protectively around her waist, and then they’re laughing, so hard they have to clutch at their sides.

“Oh, man,” he has tears in the corners of his eyes. “Sorry about that.”

She waves him off with a smile, pulling his white t-shirt out of the waistband of his pants. “This next, Hop.”

The shirt gets caught around his head, but he pulls it over to find her unbuttoning her jeans, lowering the zipper, and pushing them down as far they will go with her sitting in his lap. Everything she’s doing makes his cock swell, and he groans at the sight of her matching bra and panties. She looks up and meets his eyes, smiling sweetly at him. “Give me a sec.”

She climbs off his lap and sits back in the passenger seat, toeing off her sneakers. She pushes her jeans the rest of the way down and off, picking her socks off as well, before crawling back into his lap. 

“Damn,” he breathes, hands back on her hips, thumbs dipping below the waistband of her panties.

She chuckles, “Kiss me again, Hop.”

He does, licking her lips first, then firmly pressing his lips to hers, squeezing her ass and rocking her into him. She moans into his mouth, their tongues dancing again, nails scratching down his chest to his belt. It jingles and jostles as she undoes it, pulling it from the pants and tossing it aside, popping the button and lowering the zipper.

They break apart again so he can lift his hips, pushing the pants and underwear down just enough to let his cock spring free. He groans as the cold air hits it, looking up to watch her remove her bra, throwing it in the back. His mouth finds her nipples, licking and sucking and nibbling until she’s a moaning mess above him. She’s light-headed and breathless when he pulls away, clit throbbing with need for him.

“Hop, I wanna ride you.”

He could cum right then and there, but then he wouldn’t get to feel her wrapped tight around him. “Whatever you want, baby.”

She grips his cock and strokes him a couple times, using his precum as lube. He’s hard as a rock, warm and heavy in her hand, pulsing with every stroke. His head falls back until he feels her climbing up, the warmth from her pussy right above his cock. She’s using two fingers to pull aside her panties, the other hand holding his cock at the base. Hopper replaces her hand with his, guiding his cock and she sinks down, taking him in inch by inch. She’s soaking wet, whining low in her throat. She buries her head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavy, gripping his shoulder. She’s wrapped impossibly tight around him, he can feel every inch of her, her walls fluttering, her thighs quivering.

“Shit, Hop, you feel so good.”

He groans low and deep, their hips now flush together. He grips her ass as she lifts her hips, almost coming completely off of him, before dropping back down. The windows are fogged up, and they’re both breathing heavy. He guides her hips and she continues the motion, taking him slowly at first then picking up the pace.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You’re doing so good,” he praises, fingers digging into her ass, lifting her off, then pulling her back down, their thighs slapping together. She’s moaning right into his ear, every little sound going right to his cock. He’s throbbing, not sure how much longer he can hold on.

“Oh shit, Hop, you’re gonna make me cum!”

He growls, one hand moving to grip her tit, pinching her nipple, making her whine. Her walls are clamping down around him, her hips faltering with every movement. She’s got a hand down to massage her clit, fingers brushing his cock.

“Hold on, baby, I’m almost there,” he’s sweating and his thighs are straining. 

“You make me feel so good, Hop. You gonna cum for me? You gonna cum inside me?” she’s whispering in his ear, walls tightening impossibly around him.

There’s a tightening in his stomach, and he pulls her down flush on his cock as he cums hard inside her, her teeth clamping down on his shoulder to muffle her scream as she squeezes him, milking him for all he has. He groans loud and long, nails raking down her back.

It’s several long seconds before either of them are back on earth. She pulls back to look at him, a sheepish smile on her pink lips. “Good?”

His head falls back to the seat, hand caressing her sides. “Amazing.”

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The next morning at the station, Hopper greets her with a pleasant ‘good mornin’ before heading back to his office. She can’t keep the smile off her face, and she avoids the eyes of everyone else in the office for the rest of the day.

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I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to like, comment, or reblog if you did! Please do not repost!

[godidymos]

https://www.veteranstoday.com/2018/09/25/the-secret-history-of-9-11/

Investigations

The Gordon Duff Files

The Secret History of 9/11

Investigations

The Gordon Duff Files

The Secret History of 9/11By

Gordon Duff, Senior Editor

-September 25, 2018

Editor’s note: This is a reprint from 2016 of a recap of an investigation done between May 5, 2014 and June 2015 by select members of a combined team including but not limited to:

Gordon Duff of VT/Adamas

Ian Greenhalgh of VT

Dr. James Fetzer

Jeff Smith of VT and the International Atomic Energy Agency

Dmitri Khalezov of the Soviet 12th (Nuclear) Directorate

Jim W. Dean of VT/Adamas

Dr. Kevin Barrett

A working group from the University of California at Los Alamos/Sandia National Labs

Colonel’s James Hanke and Eugene Khrushchev

Sources within the FBI and Russian Naval Intelligence

Michael Shrimpton

and substantial works by journalists such as Wayne Madsen and others. Sorry if I am not adequately inclusive.

…by Gordon Duff with Jeff Smith and Ian Greenhalgh

[ Editor’s Note: We have another update from VT’s 9-11 A-team on the ongoing tragedy of 9-11, the reprehensible failure of our governmental, security, legal and press organizations to not be savaging the 9-11 commission fairy tale.

The real perpetrators are still out walking around, knowing they have a tried-and-true successful template in their pocket to redeploy at a time of their choosing in an updated fashion. The anomalies of 9-11 just scream out at you, yet our entire security structure seems to have been struck dumb by a secret space weapon.

Not one official with any standing at all, has challenged VT’s 9-11 reporting. That includes mass media, which, to date, has not put in one call “to learn more”, and perhaps revisit their own coverage, or should I say coverup.

But they are not all to blame, as America’s institutions have stood down on 9-11 en masse, which gives the public some cover, because they would tend to think that if the commission report really were a fraud, surely some important groups would be screaming about it.

But Gordon has the perfect answer to that. It’s one of his favorite lines, “Welcome to how the world really works.” We know VT readers care, so we will hang with you to the end on this, our end or theirs… Jim W. Dean ]

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– First published … October 5, 2016 –

For the first time in nearly a year, a 9/11 investigator has revealed highly classified information on the real events of 9/11, not a terror attack, but rather a nuclear attack on the United States, not a surprise at all, but one the US had expected, one predicted by a former American president and one purposefully ignored by President Clinton and quite probably facilitated by George W. Bush, who certainly empowered the cover up.

As early as 1996, insiders including former President George H.W. Bush, knew America was susceptible to nuclear terrorism. This was “The Sum of All Fears” just as depicted in the film, stolen nukes, planted beneath an iconic target, but those involved were certainly not terrorists.

LET’S BE PERFECTLY CLEAR, WERE ONE TO WATCH TODAY’S NEWS AND NOT SUSPECT THAT THE US CREATED AND HAS RUN AL QAEDA SINCE THE ONSET, ONE MIGHT BE OPERATING WITH SOMETHING LESS THAN A FULL DECK OF CARDS.

What changes things now is that, with the override of Obama’s veto by congress last week, Saudi Arabia can be sued for complicity in 9/11. There is and has been evidence of Saudi Arabian involvement, even in the limited false narrative published in the 2005 9/11 report or the supposed missing “28 pages.”

Real reports also show Mohammed Atta, the former Egyptian security officer, then with Saudi intelligence, to have been an operational planner operating from his rented apartment in Fort Lee. Where the cover-up hits home is that Atta was under surveillance by a team tasked with investigating nuclear terrorism against the US.

This team, originally headed by FBI special agent John O’Neill and later by FBI special agent Mike Dick, which was to include nuclear weapons specialist Jeff Smith, was centered in Fort Lee, New Jersey, not just to watch Atta but to watch Atta and his accomplices, which included Israeli teams who used a safehouse only blocks away.

This is the subject of the real investigation and the records of this, seized by the Department of Homeland Security, and held for release after 50 years, tell a wider story, one that involves Israel deeply at every turn, along with traitors in the Pentagon.

What we can do now is open doors for legal counsel going after Saudi Arabia. Without what is here, no counsel will be able to even be denied documents outlining witnesses and evidence that, according to the popular fictional narrative, do not exist.

If you want to cash in as the only reason to go to court, by all means, sue Saudi Arabia. But if justice is desired, go after Israel and go after its friends. We have all their names and everything required to show their complicity.

Here is what is now added to the narrative, not the official narrative, but the one based on the 2003 investigation. The following information is from the US Department of Energy Preliminary Report on the Events of September 11, 2001:

The buildings destroyed at the World Trade Center were demolished using nuclear devices brought into the US through Teterboro Airport, according to the DOE report. Investigator’s statements say that “there were no customs-only passport forms to be filled out by the flight crews. There was never any physical inspection of baggage or aircraft. “

Able Danger investigators tracked the devices through the airport and maintained surveillance of all involved until the records were seized by orders of Michael Chertoff.

When the nuclear investigation moved to Fort Lee, there had been in place a federal multi-agency task force probe into Mafia gambling operations there. It was this investigation that Mike Dick and Jeff Smith took over, surveillance on Atta, on the airport nearby and on the Israeli teams.

The destruction of Building 7 was the result of nuclear devices installed in 100 gallon Halon fire extinguishing tanks placed throughout the complex under a fire prevention equipment upgrade program, according to the US Department of Energy report.

The Teterboro airport’s security company, as of 9/11/2001, waived through illicit cargoes of all kinds.

Donald Trump and the Clinton’s used Teterboro extensively and never had their aircraft examined nor passengers subjected to customs.

This is the new information of use only to those who know the truth behind 9/11.

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The Story Begins:

Back in May 2014, VT received files from the real 9/11 investigation by the US Department of Energy. For those who are unaware, the DOE manufactures nuclear weapons under the innocent guise of a public utility sounding name.

Working with them, beginning on 9/12, was the International Atomic Energy Agency, part of the UN, whose investigators were in New York at the United Nations that fateful day. They picked up their Geiger counters, donned their yellow hard hats and their “Con Ed” (the power company for the City of New York) ID badges and yellow vests and began tracking the ionizing radiation signatures and taking soil samples.

Abel Danger documents on Israeli nationals arrested on 9/11. The Florida connection is the Jeb Bush connection.

Deep Background

The story began as one of nuclear proliferation, allegedly by Israel, ignored by the Clinton administration. You see, during the warming of relationships between the US and Russia, START (Strategic Arms Limitations Treaties) agreements forced the US to dismantle thousands of nuclear warheads.

The ones that came apart first were those that were oldest with plutonium cores that had converted to dangerous levels of PU240. These weapons were taken out of stockpiles, based on the date of manufacture of the cores. There were multiple reasons for this:

Oldest manufactured, most plutonium decay

Cores manufactured together would be removed, numbered and stockpiled for potential remanufacture, predicated on core from the same lot (i.e. “May 2, 1984 HANFORD 7”) representing a reserve ready to reconfigure and return to service.

You see, these lists, which cores matched which, fell into hands of an American ally, Israel. Then the cores began to disappear from the Pantex disassembly and storage facility in Amarillo, TX, not randomly, but in matched pairs, confirmation that these secret lists had been compromised, or had been asserted by our source, that Tom Countryman, who had access to the lists, had turn them over to Israel.

Former US President, George Herbert Walker Bush, from his offices on Memorial Drive in Houston TX, hired a team of investigators to look into what William Jefferson Clinton would not, perhaps because of his compromised position vis-a-vis Monica Lewinsky or some other shortcoming.

Bush hired CIA agent Roland Carnaby and Physicist and IAEA inspector Jeff Smith. Aiding them was John Wheeler III, a White House consultant and, with the FBI, John O’Neill.

Carnaby is dead, shot by police during a Houston traffic stop. Smith, with VT today, is under gag order by the secret Houston 9/11 grand jury, that sits on so much evidence, created by Michael Chertoff and John Ashcroft, tasked by Bush (43) with ending any potentially fruitful 9/11 inquiry.

John Wheeler was found in a Delaware trash dump and John O’Neill died on 9/11.

“Add to all these signs, the molten metal in the footprints of WTC 1, 2, and 7 that for three months could not be extinguished by water or daily soil changes as it consumed concrete, steel, glass, office combustibles. The increasing incidence of radiation-only cancers from residents is another tell-tale sign of a nuclear “event.” There were also aerial photographs of steam “upwellings” that were pouring out of street gratings two and three blocks south of the WTC, or Ground Zero.“Then there is the extraordinary high temperatures (800-1,300º F) of the WTC’s surface heat after 9/11. It was recorded on September 16, 2001 by NASA’s thermal-sensitive cameras in aerial photographs shot at 6,500 feet. Those data were reflected in the unusually lengthy period—September 11 to December 19—it took for extinguishing the pools of molten metals in basement levels of all three skyscrapers. In fact, the hottest surface places recorded on the “Pile” by September 16 were WTC 1 (1,376º F), WTC 2 (1,1340º F), and WTC 7 (1160ºF).”

“STEEL TOES WOULD OFTEN HEAT UP AND BECOME INTOLERABLE. THIS HEAT WAS ALSO A CONCERN FOR THE SEARCH-AND-RESCUE DOGS USED AT THE SITE. MANY WERE NOT OUTFITTED WITH PROTECTIVE BOOTIES. MORE THAN ONE SUFFERED SERIOUS INJURIES AND AT LEAST THREE DIED WHILE WORKING AT GROUND ZERO.”

“Instead of heat subsiding within a week, as is generally the case for major fires, the astronomically elevated heat levels remained for three months.” Cleanup vendor Bechtel Corporation—with 40 employees at the Pile—issued this comment about working conditions:“The debris pile at Ground Zero was always tremendously hot. Thermal measurements taken by helicopter each day showed underground temperatures ranging from 400ºF to more than 2,800ºF. The surface was so hot that standing too long in one spot softened (and even melted) the soles of our safety shoes.”

Continued…

The Houston-based team hired by GHW Bush began tracing missing nuclear pits, now numbering over 300. They found massive record keeping discrepancies between military decommissioning records and DOE transfer records. None matched or even came close. Most records were gone.

More than a thousand pits may have disappeared, but 350 is the confirmed number reported to former President GHW Bush by his investigators in 1998. They were traced as having left the Pantex facility in refrigeration trucks, where they were transferred to a fertilizer plant in West, TX.

In 2013, this facility suffered a catastrophic accident.

During the investigation of the missing pits, Jeff Smith traced them through the Port of Houston to the Canary Islands and to the African nation of Mauritania, where they were stored in an iron mine controlled by South African extremists working closely with Israel.

These same South Africans, in 1975, signed a treaty with Israel to develop weapons. On September 22, 1979, they exploded their first nuclear weapon off St. Edwards Island south of Capetown. They also developed extensive biological and chemical warfare weapons under the guidance of a Dr. Woulter Basson, a cardiologist, who developed some of the most dangerous biological weapons known to man.

South Africa developed 10 Hiroshima-type (gun type) nuclear weapons until the program was dismantled, beginning in 1991, supervised by Dr. David Kelly and his young assistant, David Cameron. Kelly was later found dead of suspected suicide, and Cameron was found, even more mysterously, ruling Britain as prime minister.

This “ratline” is one long used by “Lord of War” Victor Bout, photographed below with VT columnist Dmitri Khalezov (former Russian nuclear investigator) in the background.

This is how nuclear arsenals in a half dozen or more non-nuclear states like Saudi Arabia, Taiwan and South Korea came into being.

One of the investigators had been in New York for some time. He was living in Fort Lee, New Jersey.

The original team had been headed by John O’Neill, who had been tasked with hunting down Osama bin Laden but, in doing so, had stumbled on something very different going on, something he learned while working in Yemen. We believe he learned that bin Laden had been traveling in and out of the US, something we have confirmed, and that up to 9/11, bin Laden was actively employed by the CIA.

There are no active records of O’Neill working with Able Danger in Fort Lee, other than our direct contact with his coworkers on that assignment who claim he was forced out, publicly accused of misplacing classified information, later recovered.

Questions survive, such as why was there no attempt to deal with the nuclear threat? There had been a story passed around during the late 1990s that Israel had been storing nuclear material, perhaps even weapons, at its consulate in New York. In 2007/8 this storybegan moving around the internet but never in relation to 9/11.

This we do know

We know that specialized nuclear devices suitable for use in this type of scenario had been designed by a team at the Los Alamos National Laboratories, weapons that left little or no residual radiation unless, as was the case after 9/11, water was poured onto ground zero to cool the massive underground fires caused by melted steel mixed with liquefied granite in the form of magma, which persisted until January 2002.

We have not been able to confirm this team as being part of the nuclear conspiracy but we have confirmed that the team leader was a primary proponent of the absurd “nano-thermite” theory of detonation.

We also know that a grand jury seated in Houston actively silences all involved in Able Danger, that being the very few who survived the series of “accidents” and other mishaps. All are under threat of imprisonment for violating the Patriot Act if information revealing US government complicity in 9/11 is revealed.

A key and highly confirmed aspect of this story is the ravaged American nuclear arsenal. That documentation is “out there” as is evidence of the use of nuclear weapons by Israel, the US and others on almost two dozen occasions since 1945, according to top level sources at the International Atomic Energy Agency.

Continue to more background on Fort Lee and this trip to the other side of the mirror:

…by

Gordon Duff and Jeff Smith, Editors

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“Down the Yellow Brick Road Once Again”

Fort Lee, New Jersey played a key role in 9/11. We are mapping out, using Google Earth, some of the incidents involved in presenting a rational response to the cover up, both the government version and the amateur “aftermarket” B-grade version. If you haven’t watched the entire video, please do that now.

George Washington Bridge

All major roadways in and out of New York were to be destroyed on 9/11. It was these teams, brought in from Israel that included the Mohammed Atta group, confirmed as directly tied to both the CIA and Egyptian intelligence, that were under surveillance by a combined task force that coordinated with local law enforcement.

So, when thousands of pounds of explosives were placed inside the cable anchorage, teams were dispatched to disable these devices as soon as the attack at the World Trade Center began.

Simultaneous to the cutting of the cables, a massive truck bomb, as described in CBS and CNN news reports and police radio intercepts, was to explode (as heard, police reported this truck did explode), taking down the roadway supports, thus dropping the bridge “like a rock,” into the Hudson River.

Downing Building 7, Hiding the Nukes

How to hide a nuke in a high rise building: make it look like a Halon fire extinguisher tank.

The Tunnels

Both the Holland and Lincoln Tunnels were to be demolished on 9-11. We have only one arrest confirmation from the Manhattan side. NYPD roadblocks at the Lincoln Tunnel chased down a van that did a quick turn-around to avoid arrest. Two suspects were arrested with weapons and a truck filled with explosives.

Police commissioner Bernie Kerik, recently released from prison, was on the scene with his personal Counter Terrorism Squad to take custody. They were never seen since.

Local Terror Cells Role

In place local assets, some with direct connections to the Ukranian “Kosher Mafia” or

1. Vehicles for hauling explosives

2. Access to Transit Authority facilities, vehicles and personnel for planting explosives

3. Cooperation with local condo/co-op security assuring unfettered access to rooftops

The Able Danger investigation, years later, staff gutted by Clinton blackmail cutbacks, tracked a major terror operation to Fort Lee, New Jersey. There they found the CIA, Mossad and Saudi Intelligence pulling together operational teams, moving vans, “art students” and even a few “dancing Israelis”….

The “dancer/art student” groups had a variety of tasks on 9/11, among them. All but one team were returned to Israel after visiting Saudi Arabia. This was the alleged “bin Laden family” that Bush ordered a special plane for.

There were no bin Laden family members in the US as Osama bin Laden had been on the official terror list for many years by 9/11, a story in itself:

Offloading nuclear weapons at Teterboro

Transporting nukes to Ground Zero locations

Preparing truck bombs for George Washington Bridge, Lincoln and Holland Tunnels and GWB cable vault

Planting jammers on buildings on exhibit one to block Port Authority dispatchers and first responder radios

Plant explosives on the New Jersey side of the George Washington Bridge where the cables are anchored, in order to collapse the bridge

Coordinate with Mohammed Atta and his group with Saudi intelligence

Of the 3 jammers locations shown below, two of those planted were recovered by the FCC and are held in evidence in Houston, Texas awaiting the “waiting until hell freezes over” Grand Jury to reconvene on Able Danger and 9/11.

Many remember the stories about how fire department radios didn’t work and how new radios would have taken care of the problem. This is the real reason for the radio problems.

The locations on this map were supplied by Jeff Smith who worked at the surveillance safe house and at the FBI office shown above. The safe house on Tom Hunter road was strategically placed to keep track of the Mossad “art student” rental further up Tom Hunter Road and across the street.

Mohammed Atta lived at 215 Main, four blocks over, within easy walking distance of the Israeli facility, the jammer targets and the bridge. He was across the parking lot from the Port Authority (220 Bruce Reynolds Road) which was within a “golf shot” of the FBI investigation offices.

It was the Port Authority that chose the security company that runs the Teterboro Airport, that waved through the cargos containing the nuclear devices for not only the trucks under the twin towers but those in the halon extinguishers that took down building 7 as well.

The real purpose of the 9/11 attack was much more than taking down the World Trade Center. Imagine New York City, the WTC “evaporated,” the George Washington Bridge sitting in the Hudson, the Lincoln and Holland Tunnels flooded, hundreds drowned and the city entirely cut off and in full panic mode while police and fire radios were jammed.

Were other attacks on Washington foiled as well? The White House or Capitol Building targets? Could martial law have been declared? Worse?

In the end we got the Department of Homeland Security. This reminds me of the Len Deighton book, SSGB, a fictional tale of Britain’s Scotland Yard, working for the German SS after Hitler’s successful invasion of the UK. We got the DHS after losing a war with AIPAC. You just can’t make this stuff up!

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VT requests that the officers who arrested the Israeli “suspects” with the “thousands of pounds of explosives” (CNN) or who were captured “as the van exploded” come forward.

We also ask that all the witnesses of the 2nd plane that was allowed to fly out of the US that day come forward, to confirm that it carried the “exiting” Israeli team, including the above mentioned ones who were caught. We know who authorized the plane to leave, a key aspect of the operation, including the NY City law enforcement officials who performed some magic tricks that day.

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Fort Lee

Fort Lee is the real staging ground for 9/11. It was chosen for a good reason. News reports from 9/11 have been eliminated from archives, lists of terrorists caught then released at the orders of New York City and White House officials and flown out of the country are gone. Police who made the arrests, recorded above, are under gag order.

Moreover, a vast support network involved in the preparation, planning and support of the 9/11 attacks, including the many unsuccessful attacks, not only are enjoying their freedom, some are among the most powerful Americans.

As stated, 9/11 begins in Fort Lee, New Jersey.

The “condo and co-op” community there is the home of one of the largest and most politically powerful “Israeli first” groups in America including key members of the notorious organization, JINSA, the Jewish Institute for National Security Affairs, reputed to be more influential than PNAC (Project for a New American Century) and far more militant.

AN EXAMINATION OF JINSA SHOWS IT TO BE ORGANIZED IN CELLS LIKE A TERROR GROUP.

Is it a surprise that the George Washington Bridge, Fort Lee’s primary landmark and the “view” sought by the residents of the highrises chosen for planting the radio jammers, was scheduled for a dramatic demolition on 9/11 with hundreds of commuter vehicles slated for the bottom of the Hudson River?

Fort Lee Mafia

Since the 1930s, Fort Lee has been a “mob town,” with the beginnings of “Murder Inc” and the Albert Anastasia gang and Joe Adonis. It all began when New York Mayor LaGuardia threw the mob out of New York. The new George Washington Bridge provided a home for the mob in Fort Lee with gambling clubs lining the Palisades on both sides of the GW Bridge.

The fall of communism saw Russian/Ukranian organized crime come to New Jersey, settling in Fort Lee (see Appendix I). The Taiwanchik-Trincher group is an amalgamation of Israeli/Ukrainian/Cypriot gangs operating illegal gambling operations throughout the United States with ties to the Romney/Bain financial group. From an indictment in Manhattan federal court:

“The Taiwanchik-Trincher Organization (the “Organization”) was a criminal enterprise with strong ties to Russia and Ukraine. The enterprise operated a high-stakes, illegal sports gambling business out of New York City that catered primarily to Russian oligarchs living in Ukraine and Russia. Between 2006 and April 2012, the enterprise laundered approximately $100 million in proceeds from their gambling operation in Russia and Ukraine through shell companies and bank accounts in Cyprus; and of this $100 million, approximately $50 million was subsequently sent from Cyprus into the United States. Once the money had been transferred to the United States, it was either laundered through additional shell companies or invested in legitimate investments, such as hedge funds and real estate.

The Taiwanchik-Trincher Organization operated under the protection of Alimzhan Tokhtakhounov, who is known as a “Vor,” a term translated as “Thief-in-Law,” that refers to a member of a select group of high-level criminals from the former Soviet Union. Tokhtakhounov is also under indictment in the Southern District of New York for his alleged involvement in bribing officials at the 2002 Winter Olympics held in Salt Lake City, Utah. Tokhtakhounov is a fugitive and is still being sought.”

Further Reading – Background Articles

Breakthrough: Video Case for War with Israel over 9/11

Suppressed/Classified: America’s Secret Thermobaric Nukes

Blockbuster: Wikileaks Suppressed, Mossad Ran 9/11 Arab hijacker terrorist operation

Breaking: 9/11, Filling in the Map, Tracing the Nukes

Debunking the 28 Pages, Top Secret 9/11 Document Revealed

9-11 Revelations continue, Humiliating the victims, Dancing on their Graves

The Problem with Cold Fusion and How small can a Nuclear Reaction Be?

The B-61, the more Usable Nuke

VT Nuclear Education: North Korea Fission-Fusion (Hydrogen bomb) Device Claim Doubted

The Secret of America’s Doomsday Waste

VT Nuclear Education: The History of Nuclear Weapons Design 1945 to 2015

VT Nuclear Education: The Uranium Hydride Bomb

VT Nuclear Education: Subcritical and microfission explosives

VT Nuclear Education – Freon and the Hohlraum

The Secret Nazi role in Building the Atomic Bomb

How the Nazi A-Bomb Worked

VT Nuclear Education: Critical Mass

VT Nuclear Education: Laser and Nuke Weapon Calculator

VT Nuclear Education: Germany

9/11 Science: Craters and Explosive Damage

Neutron Bombs and Other Toys

NEO: Building Nuclear Case Against Saudis

VT Nuclear Education: The Secrets of EMP Weapons

VT Nuclear Education: Explosive Properties of Reactor Grade Plutonium

Nukes on Yemen, Confirming Proofs: Yield Estimation from Illumination Time

Nukes on Yemen, Confirming Proofs: Introduction to Nuclear Operations

Nukes on Yemen-Confirming Proofs: Calculating Nuclear Blast Yield from the Flash

How Israel Was Busted Nuking Yemen

Saudis Have Israel Nuke Yemen for Them

VT Warning of EMP Plot Confirmed by Guardian

VT Nuke Education: Thorium Warnings

VT Nuclear Education: CIA/Iran Trial and more disclosure

NEO – CIA Torture Report Ties Cheney/Bout to 9/11 Nukes

The DOE Defends Nuclear 9/11

Too Classified to Publish: Bush Nuclear Piracy Exposed

Nuke Cancer from 9/11 Revealed

9/11 NUKE DEMOLITION PROOF: Firefighters Radiation Cancers “Off the Scale”

Doc Submitted By Russian Intel

Constructing the Nuclear Child

VT Nuclear Education Series

Nuclear Education Series: Dimona Classified

VT Nuclear Terrorism Education Series

VT Nuclear Education: Undeniable Proof of 9/11 as a Nuclear Event

VT Nuclear Education: As the Hammer Drops

VT Nuclear Education: Mossad/N. Korea Links, MOX

Nuclear Roundtable: America’s Nuclear Arsenal

Officials Cite “Thermo-Nuke” in 9/11 Demo

VT Nuclear Education: Fission Based Thermobaric Weapons

IAEA investigators: Audit reveals US, not Iran the Problem

VT Supporting Material on 9/11, Nuclear Physics and Disclosure Issues

Encyclopedia of Domestic Assassinations (The First 1%)

VT Nuclear Education: Anti – gravity

NEO – Mini Nukes and M16: The Economy of War (must read)

VT Nuclear Education: Nukes in Iraq, Confirmation UPDATED

VT Flexing Its Nuclear Muscle (must read)

Nuclear 9/11 Revealed: Theories and Disinformation, the Misguided and the Inhuman (must read)

VT Nuclear Education: Tactical Nuclear Warfare (must read)

VT Nuclear Education: Early Reactors

IAEA investigators: Audit reveals US, not Iran the problem (must read)

VT Nuclear Education: History of Mini-Nukes (must read)

VT Nuclear Education: Answering the Hype (must read)

VT Nuclear Education: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Atom Smasher (must read)

VT Nuclear Education: LENR Neutron Distribution

Einsteins Theory on Magnetic Buoyancy

VT Science: Fuel Cell Technology

VT Science: The Farnsworth Fusor

VT Science: HAARP

Fusion: Junk Science For Rubes

NEO – Nuclear Threats Enter the Mainstream (must read)

VT Science: NASA’s Low Energy Fusion VooDoo/DooDoo

The Connection Between Aurora and Black Triangles (Redux)

Jeff Smith on Upcoming Able Danger Leak

VT Nuclear Education: Japan

VT Nuclear Education: Detonations and Deceit

9/11 Hokum: Deconstructing Christopher Bollyn and Steve Jones

Why are the Commanding Generals being Sacked?

Appendix I

List of recent Fort Lee organized crime convictions:

“Twenty-eight defendants in this case have pled guilty and two have entered into deferred prosecution agreements. The defendants who have pled to date have agreed to forfeit, in total, more than $68 million. The following defendants have pled guilty, and have been sentenced or await sentencing:

Bryan Zuriff pled guilty to gambling charges on July 26, 2013, and was sentenced on November 25, 2013.

William Barbalat pled guilty to gambling charges on August 14, 2013, and was sentenced on December 16, 2013.

Kirill Rapoport pled guilty to gambling charges on August 16, 2013, and was sentenced on December 19, 2014.

Edwin Ting and Justin Smith pled guilty to gambling charges on September 4, 2013, and were sentenced on January 21, 2014, and January 6, 2014, respectively.

Dmitry Druzhinsky and David Aaron pled guilty to gambling charges on October 4, 2013, and were sentenced on April 18, 2014, and February 14, 2014, respectively.

Alexander Zaverukha pled guilty to gambling charges on October 10, 2013, and is scheduled to be sentenced on May 1, 2014.

Nicholas Hirsch pled guilty to conspiring to commit wire fraud on October 16, 2013, and was sentenced on February 25, 2014.

Anatoly Shteyngrob pled guilty to conspiring to commit money laundering on October 17, 2013, and is scheduled to be sentenced on June 10, 2014.

Yugeshwar Rajkumar pled guilty to gambling charges on October 18, 2013, and was sentenced on March 25, 2014.

Stan Greenberg pled guilty to conspiring to commit racketeering on October 22, 2013, and is scheduled to be sentenced on May 2, 2014.

Arthur Azen pled guilty to conspiring to commit money laundering and conspiring to collect extensions of credit by extortionate means on November 5, 2013, and was sentenced on April 9, 2014.

Hillel Nahmad pled guilty to gambling charges on November 12, 2013, and was sentenced on April 30, 2014.

Vadim Trincher pled guilty to conspiring to commit racketeering on November 14, 2013, and was sentenced on April 30, 2014.

Eugene Trincher pled guilty to gambling charges on November 14, 2013, and is scheduled to be sentenced on June 9, 2014.

Anatoly Golubchik pled guilty to conspiring to commit racketeering on November 15, 2013, and was sentenced on April 29, 2014.

Illya Trincher pled guilty to gambling charges on November 15, 2013, and is scheduled to be sentenced on May 8, 2014.

Ronald Uy pled guilty to structuring financial transactions on November 25, 2013, and was sentenced on March 27, 2014.

Moshe Oratz pled guilty to gambling charges on December 3, 2013, and was sentenced on April 9, 2014.

Michael Sall pled guilty to interstate travel in aid of an unlawful activity (illegal gambling) and Jonathan Hirsch pled guilty to gambling charges on December 4, 2013. Sall was sentenced on April 18, 2014, and Hirsch is scheduled to be sentenced on May 9, 2014.

Noah Siegel pled guilty to gambling charges on December 5, 2013, and was sentenced on April 10, 2014.

Molly Bloom pled guilty to gambling charges on December 12, 2013, and is scheduled to be sentenced on May 2, 2014.

Alexander Katchaloff pled guilty to gambling charges on January 16, 2014, and is scheduled to be sentenced on May 20, 2014.

Donald McCalmont, John Jarekci, a/k/a “John Hanson,” and Abraham Mosseri pled guilty to making a fraudulent tax statement, to failing to file a tax return, and causing a financial institution to participate in a lottery related matter, respectively, on January 24, 2014, and are scheduled to be sentenced on May 29, 2014, May 28, 2014, and May 21, 2014, respectively.

William Edler and Peter Feldman entered into deferred prosecution agreements on April 11, 2014.

Mr. Bharara praised the investigative work of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the New York City Police Department, and the Internal Revenue Service.

The case is being prosecuted by the Office’s Violent and Organized Crime Unit. Assistant U.S. Attorneys Harris M. Fischman, Joshua A. Naftalis, Peter J. Skinner, and Kristy J. Greenberg of the Violent and Organized Crime Unit are in charge of the prosecution. Assistant U.S. Attorney Alexander Wilson of the Office’s Money Laundering and Asset Forfeiture Unit is responsible for the forfeiture aspects of the case.

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Does anyone remember this article?  I went looking for it again after wondering if Jordyn was the only Duggar child without a nickname (turns out JD never had one either, and I don’t think we’ve ever heard Jackson’s name shortened, come to think of it), and damn, it seemed innocuous enough in 2004 (which was when I first read it, I think), but now it seems a little less so. 

Bolding is mine for emphasis; everything else is as-published.

13 Children Add Up To Asset For Challenger

   Date: 9/9/2001    Category: Editorial    Page: J1 CARRIE RENGERS ARKANSAS DEMOCRAT-GAZETTE SPRINGDALE -- Jim Bob Duggar looks calm. He might even be calm. There's not a strand out of place on his Ken-doll hair. This is remarkable not only because there are 13 children playing at his feet--his 13 children--but also because he's a state representative waging a long-shot campaign for the U.S. Senate.

There are people more stressed after a trip to the grocery store than this man seemingly is on his worst day. "I just feel like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing," says Jim Bob, a 36-year-old lifelong Springdale resident who has been known as a one-issue politician--a conservative Republican who cares only about stopping abortions. Now, Jim Bob is known as the candidate with enough moxie--or perhaps not enough sense--to challenge incumbent Sen. Tim Hutchinson in the Republican primary.   Those 13 children, born during Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar's 17 years of marriage, are family values personified. They're a highly visible asset facing a GOP incumbent viewed as politically vulnerable in 2002 because of his divorce and second marriage to a former Senate staff member.

"We're going to do it together as a family," Michelle, 34, says of the race. "It's not just, 'Daddy's doing this.' ... We stick together like glue." The "we" includes Joshua, "Joshy," 13; twins Jana, "Banana," and John-David, 11; Jill "Muffin," 10; Jessa, "Blessa," 8; Jinger, "Jin-Jin," 7; Joseph, "Joe-Joe," 6; Josiah, "Siah," 5; Joy-Anna, "Jogees," 3; "The Dynamic Duo" twins Jedidiah and Jeremiah, 2; Jason, "Jay Bird," 1, who with "The Dynamic Duo" forms "The Three Musketeers"; and James, 8 weeks. Jim Bob regularly brings his children, whom Michelle home schools, to Little Rock and the state Capitol where his eldest, Joshua, is known as "Governor." "God put us in there," the Baptist says of winning his first political race in 1999. "We just knew this is the way our family is going to serve our community." Jim Bob wasn't involved in politics until Bill Clinton was elected president in 1992. "I saw how things were," he says. He supported Republican Fay Boozman's failed U.S. Senate race. During this time, he went to a Little Rock rally to back a state ban on partial-birth abortions. Thousands of people showed for the protest, but Jim Bob says, "Still, a lot of those senators and representatives did not vote the right way." So Jim Bob prayed. "I prayed, 'Lord, I would be willing to run for office,' " he says. "I'd vote the right way." Jim Bob didn't run the next election cycle because the timing didn't feel right. But he ran and won in 1999, when he temporarily moved his family to Little Rock for the legislative session and sold all his businesses to concentrate on politics. He has had various jobs through the years. Michelle jokes that she read a list of the Top 10 worst jobs, and her husband has had seven of them, including insurance salesman and used car salesman. The Duggars had a turning point in their lives 11 years ago when Jim Bob attended a meeting that discussed financial freedom through living a debt-free life. Michelle eventually attended the meeting, too, and now she and Jim Bob conduct the seminars out of their home. By getting out of debt and not purchasing anything unless they have cash, the Duggars have saved enough to make investments in such things as rental and commercial property. Their investments have done so well that Jim Bob doesn't have to work a full-time job. "I've learned self control and also a lot about construction," he says. And, "All these different businesses that I've been in have really given me a broad perspective of what the average person has to go through every day." Because of his work situation, says Mary Duggar, Jim Bob's mother, "He probably gets to spend more time with his family than most men do." "I'm very careful on what events I go to," Jim Bob says. "I just try to prioritize." Back when the Duggars only had a few kids and were living at a home on their car lot, Jim Bob was the victim of an armed robbery during which he was bound and gagged. The incident helps him keep things in perspective today. "I feel like I'm living on overtime," Jim Bob says, "so politics is nothing." DEAR GOD Politics really does seem like nothing compared to a house almost literally full of children. Just ask Michelle. She had a desperate, blunt conversation with God one day while standing amid piles of laundry--and this is back when she only had seven children. "I love 'em, but I think I'm going to go crazy!" she cried to the Lord. "It was a sacrifice to praise God at that point," Michelle says. But she did. She started singing a song to honor him. Within a week, the children's piano teacher, Ruth Anita Anderson, whom they've come to call Nana, made an offer to help with the laundry. "God just provided Nana," Michelle says. Her laundry room today is equipped with two washers and three dryers. There are bins and bins of presorted clothes with labels clearly addressing what clothes are where. Two deep freezers also happen to be in the room, which is just off the kitchen. Off the other side of the laundry room is the family's closet--the only closet used for clothes in the entire house. Both for space and convenience, the family keeps its clothes together. They don't use dressers because there's more room without them. And the bedroom closets--the children share three bedrooms and lots of bunk beds--are used for storage for such things as each child's violin. "We are working on a family orchestra," Michelle says. " 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' is about as far as we get." It's amazing to watch 15 people in action in a 2,450-square-foot house. Eight recliners fill the front family room, but there are no coffee tables to clutter anyone's path. Michelle has packed away her knickknacks until the children are grown and gone. Family photographs and other pictures on the walls are some of the house's only decorations. A photocopier adorns the end table next to Michelle and Jim Bob's bed, and there's a file cabinet in her closet. The one-family closet works well in part since the kids are constantly growing and clothes are passed from one child to the next. Michelle and the children also make many of their own clothes and buy items from Goodwill. Jim Bob says he probably spends less for clothes on his 13 children than do parents of two children. "Now, food's a different matter," he says. The Duggars spend an average of $1,000 a month on food. Michelle goes to the grocery store every other day to pick up three gallons of milk and fresh fruits and vegetables instead of making one big weekly trip with four or five grocery carts. "I don't like to do it that way," she says. "It just almost overwhelms the poor cashier when we come through." If it takes this many special arrangements and this much preparation simply to live, why would Jim Bob complicate things by joining the Legislature and, now, running for the Senate? Doesn't he have enough to handle at home? "Our family is our hobby," says Jim Bob, who doesn't have pursuits like golf or tennis. Though when the family does play sports, Jill says, "We have a whole team here." "Two teams," Jim Bob says. WATCHING HER WORDS The former Michelle Ruark has an easygoing openness and friendliness that extends to each person she meets. As she and Jim Bob sit on the plastic blue auditorium seats that serve as the family's dining room chairs, she rests her hand on her husband's leg and joyfully proclaims her beliefs in God, Jim Bob and the sanctity of family. Strains of "Amazing Grace" can be heard from the next room where her children practice piano and violin in one of the girls' rooms that doubles as a music room. But Jim Bob doesn't for one second forget that a reporter is in the room, and he guards what both he and his wife say. When talk turns to his primary race against Hutchinson, Michelle starts telling of the day Jim Bob decided to challenge him. Jim Bob quickly lets her know there's one part of the story they won't be telling. Michelle questions his decision, not seeing a problem with sharing it. But then, following a few brief whispers, she smiles and simply goes on with the part she can tell. Michelle was headed out the door to a prayer meeting when Jim Bob brought up the idea of running for Senate. He said he felt pressed to run and asked Michelle to pray about it. "I just felt like I should run," Jim Bob says. "It's not because I am so smart." Jim Bob supported Hutchinson in past races. He says his decision to run now has nothing to do with Hutchinson's martial troubles, including his remarriage after divorcing his wife of 29 years. Jim Bob doesn't even bring up the issues, which have kept the state--specifically past and present Hutchinson supporters in Northwest Arkansas--talking. State Rep. Jeremy Hutchinson, Tim Hutchinson's son, practically was Jim Bob's legislative seatmate when Jim Bob made his Senate decision. "It's nothing against you or your family," Jim Bob told the younger Hutchinson, who wasn't happy but listened. Next, Jim Bob called Tim Hutchinson. "I hope you can relate to this a little bit having been a pastor before, but I feel called to run for a seat--your seat," Jim Bob told him. "I'm just gonna run a clean race," Jim Bob continued. "Are you committed to running a clean race?  "And he said, 'Oh, yeah,' [and] kind of laughed," Jim Bob says. Hutchinson didn't return a call for comment for this story. An editorial cartoon that ran in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette when Jim Bob announced his candidacy hangs on the Duggars' dining room wall. It shows Jim Bob as a tiny Republican elephant kicking a huge boxer, who represents Hutchinson. The caption reads: "The first challenge came from unexpected quarters." "We're not in it to kick [anyone]," Joshua says in defense of his father. "We're in the race because we feel God has told us to run. We're not against any of our opponents in any way." A HOW-TO GUIDE The Duggars consider the Bible something of an owner's manual, a how-to for life. They sometimes employ "time outs" to discipline their children, but they also think the Bible teaches parents to spank and even instructs on how to do it. The children and Michelle recite a new Bible passage each morning, and they have actions to go with the words. For instance, when reciting Exodus 20, verses 1-17, the children run a finger along their necks in a quick swipe, as if killing themselves, as they read the passage, "Thou shall not kill." Religion wasn't always the focal point of Michelle's life. She was 15 and had been living in Springdale since age 4 when a friend talked to her about a movie that told of the end of the world. Michelle wanted to make sure she'd be ready, so when her friend invited her to a revival, she eagerly went. Jim Bob and a friend were making visitations to reach out to potential church members, and his friend said that a girl named Michelle had just committed her life to God. He also mentioned that she was a cheerleader. "Well, let's go see her!" Jim Bob said. They were married 2 1/2 years later. Jim Bob, who has only one sibling, and Michelle, who is the youngest of seven, didn't know how many children they wanted to have. And they didn't have any for the first four years they were married. They even used birth control until they decided the pills weren't right for them. They decided having children was for God to control--not them. "I would like to have more," Michelle says. They don't always agree, but Jim Bob and Michelle try to resolve disputes before the sun goes down each night, which they say the Bible instructs them to do. Michelle also believes she is to be submissive to Jim Bob, which she says does not mean he treats her like a doormat but that he is the head of the household. "We don't have a perfect marriage," Jim Bob says. "There's not a perfect marriage out there." Nor are there perfect children. But the Duggar children, at least on the surface, appear to come awfully close. THE BUDDY SYSTEM The older Duggar children all take care of the younger ones through a buddy system. "The little guys just think the big guys hung the moon," Michelle says. Without being asked, the older children will get the younger ones' meals or change their diapers. Each child has particular chores, like taking out the trash, that he or she automatically does. Josh is the family grill expert and makes dinner so his parents are free to visit. "You're my buddy," Jim Bob smiles and says to Michelle as he brings her lunch. Joshua leads an eloquent, heartfelt prayer while everyone joins hands around the table to pray. All the children seem to be more articulate than others their ages. When 1-year-old Jason falls to the floor and starts throwing a fit, one glance from his mother and quick wag of her finger ends the incident almost even before it begins. His training should be through by age 12, when Jim Bob and Michelle hope all their children are trained well enough to stand alone. "I don't want them to be just good kids," Michelle says. "I want it to go deeper than that." Michelle says the desire to see her children be successful, "That's what keeps me going." Joshua was 5 when the Duggars made the decision to home school their children. They clearly are careful about their children's outside influences. Though the family owns a TV, it's rarely on, even when their father makes an appearance. "There's a lot of attitudes and actions that we just don't want the children to imitate," Jim Bob says. When a proposal he made in the state Legislature wound up on Politically Incorrect, Jim Bob had to call a friend to tape it for him. Jim Bob and Michelle are willing to share their lives with readers because they want to encourage them, through their story, to turn to God. But even by standards of an average Christian household, the Duggars are extreme. The girls exclusively wear dresses and skirts. The children wear wet suits instead of bathing suits when they go in the water in order to be modest. "When they get a little older, they'll have to make the decision on what they want to do," Jim Bob says of wearing swimsuits. For now, the kids don't appear to mind. Instead of recognizing that they're different, they seem to recognize how lucky they are in some ways. "You always have someone to play with," Jill says. "And there are lots of birthdays." When the Duggars went on vacation in 1999 to Washington, D.C., they got attention wherever they went. They walked in a single-file line through the city's sidewalks so they wouldn't take up too much space. Each child wore the same color, and Joshua brought up the rear to make sure everyone stayed together. His parents couldn't understand why he kept stopping to talk to strangers. "I've had several people ask me when we go out, 'Now, what school is this?' or, 'What organization are you in?' " Joshua says. "Somebody's always asking us something." The family can all travel together in one vehicle because the family car happens to be a church van, which sports a Bush bumper sticker and another one that says: "Evolution is a Lie: Save America Please." When the Duggars dine out as a family--and they can tell you exactly which restaurants have children's specials on which nights of the week in the Springdale area--heads turn when they walk in. Waiters literally stop and stare. "We do make a bit of a commotion when we enter a place," Michelle says. "We're a little hard to forget." A majority of the children sit at one table, with the rest at the adult table. Jim Bob and Michelle hardly have to even bother turning around during the meal to check on anyone's behavior. "The buddies will usually inform us if we need to help with somebody," Michelle says. Since the birth of 8-week-old James, Michelle has had a particularly difficult time breast-feeding. Every two hours she's in considerable pain, but it doesn't seem to affect her countenance. During a family portrait, Jim Bob gives Michelle a playful kiss, and she looks at him with the love and happiness of a newlywed--rather than a woman who has been married for 17 years, is home schooling 12 children, breast-feeding a 13th and is helping launch a Senate campaign. A WINNABLE RACE? She's in a minority, but Michelle confidently declares, "It is a winnable race." Not that the family is depending on it. "If we win, wonderful," Michelle says. "If we lose, wonderful. We just wanna serve." Speculation is Jim Bob won't get the chance this time. One poll shows he has only 4-percent name recognition in the state. He points out, though, that fellow Republican and former Gov. Frank White likes to say he only had 3-percent recognition when he went on to beat Clinton. Marty Ryall, executive director of the Arkansas Republican Party, thinks differently. "Tim's campaign would have to implode," he says of Jim Bob's chances. "There's probably a handful of people ... that may still be angry with Tim," Ryall says. "Tim has made amends with most of those. I know he's visited with a lot of them." Ryall tried to talk Duggar into running for another position--any of five open races across the state. He "just encouraged him to lower his sites a little," Ryall says. "He told me he was determined to run for the U.S. Senate. ... He's really doing what he feels like he is compelled to do." Jim Bob accepts campaign contributions, but he doesn't solicit them. Hutchinson has $1.5 million in his coffers. Jim Bob has $250,000--all his own money. "People with money are going to support the incumbent," Jim Bob says. "They just don't want to burn a bridge with the incumbent." Some of those same people have assured Jim Bob that he'll get their support should he defeat Hutchinson, he says. Jim Bob has been told it takes a minimum of $500,000 to win the seat. "Money isn't everything," his mother says reassuringly. Jim Bob argues that a third of the primary is in conservative Benton County, where he thinks he'll have a chance of competing strongly. If he beats Hutchinson in the primary, he'll face Attorney General Mark Pryor in the general election. Pryor, of course, starts the race with extra name recognition thanks to his father, former U.S. Sen. David Pryor. "Jim Bob's at peace about it," Mary Duggar says of whether her son wins or loses. "I know everybody believes this is totally impossible, a total long shot," Jim Bob says. But he has 14 extremely strong supporters living in his own house, even if only one of them can vote.