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something very clear to you all: when you fuck up big-time in this
society, you're apt to get seriously hurt or seriously dead. I'd give
that some thought. If you decide to pull out- and I hope you do-we'll
take you to our borders and give you food packets that will last for a
week or so. The rules and laws of the SUSA are few, but they are set in
granite. Your civil rights end at somebody's else property line or
business. I'll wager you were all left-wing liberal democrats back
before the Great War. And I never met a left-wing liberal democrat that
could understand common sense if it was stuck up their ass with a
Roto-Rooter. If you value your lives, I would strongly suggest you
leave. And do so now."

"You will provide us with food and transportation?"

How typical, Ben thought. "I will do so gladly," he replied.

"Then we'll leave."

"Good."

After the group had marched off, Lois said, "General, there must have
been half a million people who

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streamed across the borders of the SUSA. How are you going to reclaim
your territory against that many people?"

"With conversation and reason and compromise whenever possible, as I did
with you people. With force, when that fails. But make no mistake about
it: we will reclaim our territory."

Lois looked at the Rebels standing close by, men and women in the
absolute peak of physical condition, eyes and skin glowing with health.
She sighed. "Is your philosophy worth all the killing, General?"

"It is to us," Ben replied.
For the first few days and perhaps fifty miles in all directions of the
Rebel push, the Rebels used conversation, compromise, and diplomacy with
the people. Not many shots were fired, but those shots that were fired
convinced many of the squatters that if they didn't want to conform to
the Rebel philosophy, and desired to stay healthy, they had best head on
back to whence they came-and do it post haste. Those that didn't, and
offered resistance, were buried.

"We're still deep in the south part of our own territory," Ben told his
batt corns by radio late one afternoon. "For the most part, we're
meeting people who want to work with us and stay and make a future for