This is the moment we've been waiting for. 150 years in the making. We finally had our strawmen in place. Our Manchurian Candidates. In Texas, we had Gov. John Adcock. In Oklahoma, Gov. Daniels. In Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama we had our boys. Would this be enough?

We knew we couldn't break off with old-time views on racism and slavery. No one would back us. But the Tea Partiers were the perfect fit for us. They were radical enough, slanted enough, and in our states, plentiful enough. After successful campaigns in the Republican primaries and state elections, we had enough of our men to take up nearly 75% of the state congressional seats and all the governors. All we had to do at this point was make our announcement.

When the news heard of a major summit occurring, run by the leaders of 6 states, they flocked. Then, they announced it. Texas being the biggest and strongest economy and national guard, Adcock would take the lead. Our six states would no longer adhere to the American Constitution. We had elected John Adcock to become president of the Confederate States of America. He laid out our new constitution.

Outside the Austin capitol, supporters flocked with their "Don't Tread on Me" and "Come and Take it" flags. Celebratory gunshots rang out. Blue and Red confetti flew in the air. Country music soared. Shouts of "The south will rise again" were heard throughout. However, I wasn't celebrating.

I had known this day was coming. As I crossed the state line into Tennessee, then to Kentucky all the way up to Columbus, I knew I would never see Mississippi again. Never see my Uncles, my father, my friends. I would not be a part of it. By the time I reached Columbus, panic had ensued. It was like 9/11 all over again, but this time worse. The President I guess had made some sort of announcement. Then, the sound of choppers.