We created the rumors that John Smith was a Cowboy because it would help us recruit more people to the Wolfenheim Project. The Cowboys were already famous at the time, some might use the word infamous, and the name brought much attention to our project. And John Smith was as photogenic as anybody could wish for the face of a new project. He was certainly much better looking than Malcolm or I ever were. And he compared favorably to Olivia, who was a hero in her own right. The two of them did wonders for our press. The Hero of Serenity and New Earth on the one hand, and the ridiculously name John Smith on the other. No one ever believed that was his real name, and the rumors that he was a former Cowboy forced into a new life by vengeful superiors played off the reality of Olivia’s ridiculous court martial. Those two were a perfect storm that gave the Wolfenheim Project life. And John Smith played his role with a baby-faced innocence that was magnificent. Yes, I am proud to say that he was a Cowboy. He was one of the best of us.
Betelgeuse is an old red supergiant that has been blowing chunks of itself out into space in successive waves for eons. The star itself would cover our own star system out to the Jovian orbit, and outer shells of water, dust, and energy that used to be the star spread far out beyond our own Neptune or Pluto. It’s a large and dangerous system to fly through, but the Branan didn’t have to fly though most of it when they began their first colonization program. Their homeworld was one of six small planets orbiting the gas giant closest to Betelgeuse, and that gas giant continually plowed a reasonably safe course through the star’s outer shells where its planets and moons could live in general peace. So their first “interplanetary” colonization efforts were actually very short hops to other planets orbiting that very same gas giant. They were dangerous enough to start with, especially in a system like Betelgeuse, but they gave the Branan a taste for interplanetary colonization that would forever drive them in search of new frontiers.
Anna was like our friend Mister Smith. She was a Cowboy before they joined the Wolfenheim Project. Yes, I know who she was, but I’m not going to tell. That’s not me being a snot. I just don’t want to tattle on her. She was always judging me as unworthy back in the day, completely unfairly I might add, and I’m not going to give her any more ammunition in that direction by letting the secret slip out. Not that it’s nearly as much of a secret now as it was back during the Wolfenheim Project’s early days. But it’s the spirit of the thing. She chose to start a new life, with a new name and a new identity, so she could help the Wolfenheim Project succeed. And you know what? I respect that enough not to spill the beans even now. Honest. Scout’s honor. You gotta ask her who she was cause I ain’t telling.
I needed to recruit many people to turn Wolfenheim from a dream into reality. John Smith was one of the more important ones. He commanded the fighter group that defended Wolfenheim, and gave them a chance when the time came to fight our enemies. Rumors leaked that he had been a Cowboy before joining the Wolfenheim Project. We released them, and then refused to comment on them. They could not possibly be true, you know. We knew all of the living Cowboys were at Sunnydale, preparing to attack the Hyades Cluster. It is a good thing nobody knew about the Gemini Project at the time, or there may have been some uncomfortable questions. It is an open secret now, so I can confirm in this journal at least. Yes. John Smith was a Cowboy. And no. I am not prepared to say which one he was, even in this journal. That is his secret to tell, not mine. But know this. He was a brave Cowboy in his time. And he earned every accolade he received as part of the Wolfenheim Project.
I’ve told the story before. I had healthcare insurance before Obamacare. It was 100 bucks a month and did what I needed. I spent several years without healthcare after Obamacare ended my insurance, though I finally got Obamacare this year after last year’s medical drama. The premium is over 700 bucks a month now.
Here’s the new part. It still doesn’t cover the first two or three thousand dollars. And after I meet the deductible, and after I meet the “maximum out of pocket expense” when Obamacare should be stepping in and covering everything, it really doesn’t. Every time I have any medical expense right now, Obamacare covers about half of it, and sluffs the rest off on me. So I’m paying 200 bucks a month to pay off the loan on last year’s healthcare, plus I have a 700 dollar a month Obamacare plan, plus I’m paying on this year’s still expanding expenses.
And just one more kick in the pants? Even though I’m paying two different companies that Obamacare won’t pay off, on time, they continue to send me phone calls and letters threatening to send me to collections if I don’t give them more money, faster. This is why, today, instead of writing stories, I’m collecting my second yearly financial statement so I can apply for financial aid to cover my medical costs.
I’ve sold one vehicle and a house in the last year with no plans to replace them, and that money is going to pay the medical bills. My own government has done more financial damage to me in the last eight years than anyone else has ever done.
This is life under Obamacare. God help us all, because the government surely won’t.



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