Congressman Chris Stewart - The Final Fight for Freedom: How to Save Our Country from Chaos and War

Advance Praise for
The Final Fight for Freedom

A chilling warning of where America could be headed if we do not change course. In the best tradition of Winston Churchill writing about the dire threats facing England in the 1930s, the Stewarts layout with sobering clarity why America must prevail in the technology race with China and Russia. Unlike those who merely shine a light on our problems, the Stewarts offer solutions for our nation at this critical time. Everyone interested in Americas national security should read this book.

Robert C. OBrien , Former Trump National Security Advisor Ambassador (ret.)

Vividly portrays the great arch of freedom at the brink of peril. The intentional abuse by big tech/big media for political gain has shaken our frontier. Through courageous American tales juxtapositioned against real world costs of a bankrupt media and corrupt government agencies, we are starkly shown why the cost of freedom is so high, and why the final fight can and will be won. America is ready to be America again, we need only be brave enough to follow this riveting journey this book takes us on.

Kash Patel, Former Deputy Assistant to the President for Counterterrorism; Former Principal Deputy to the Acting DNI; Former Chief of Staff for the Department of Defense

A POST HILL PRESS BOOK

ISBN: 978-1-63758-214-5

ISBN (eBook): 978-1-63758-215-2

The Final Fight for Freedom:

How to Save Our Country from Chaos and War

2022 by Congressman Chris Stewart & Dane Stewart

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To all those who are willing to stand up for freedom.

Chris Stewart

For Cass. Its all for you.

Dane Stewart

Table of Contents

A few notes on the content and structure of this book.

First, the threats outlined here are both realistic and imminent. They spring from our own internal chaos, the growing hatred and distrust of each other, the technological threats we face, some of which didnt exist even a few years ago, and the malicious intentions of foreign actors. We lay out these threats as clearly as we can.

Everything written here is based on open-source US and foreign intelligence, trends in recent history, public reporting, and the actions of real people. The technologies, tactics, threats, information, and foreign efforts against this nation are as accurate as we can portray them without revealing highly sensitive or classified information.

Second, though this is a book of nonfiction, very often ideas can best be illustrated through fictionalized first-person accounts and personal points of view. You will see these types of narratives throughout this work, all of which are based on real-world events. Hopefully, these first-person accounts make the arguments both more interesting and powerful.

The theme of this book is this: Two wars are coming. The first will be internal. Indeed, we are forming the battle lines for that war now. Then, once we have weakened ourselves to the point of fracturing our nation, our enemies will pounce, bringing a catastrophic technological storm upon a weakened nation.

Everything is on the line now.

Washington, DC

December, near future

T he situation certainly was a bitter irony, if nothing else.

Darren Hardy had spent the better part of a decade vehemently opposing the private ownership of handguns and vilifying anyone who thought differently. Now, surrounded by the dead and dying, the violence and fear, he would literally give his left arm for a Glock and a dozen rounds.

Like most of his media colleagues, hed spent much of his time over the past few years dieting to cut the fat from his body and carving his physique to meet the high standards required of his profession. Now, he hadnt had a single scrap to eat in two days. And just a few meager meals in the past week. Hed kill for a bowl of rice. At least he thought he would. He hadnt yet had a chance to test the proposition. But he knew that time was coming

As the nations most recognizable television journalist, Darren Hardy had spent his career warning about global warming and the coming extinction. Socially conscious, hed played his part in getting people to accept the proposition that they were facing an environmental disaster, one with inevitable and monumental consequences. Hed always wondered what that extinction-level event would be like.

Now he knew. But he never guessed it would have come from this!

Do we have anything to eat today, Daddy?

Darren looked up to see his daughter emerge from her bedroom and plod down the stairs. Dark-haired and dark-eyed, she had always been all smiles and energy and giggles. But over the past few weeks, her body had taken on a painfully different appearance. Her face was hollow now, gaunt and angular, her eyes deep in their sockets, her mouth stretched across her jaw. She was feeling a little better, but the hunger and stomach pain had wreaked havoc on her small frame, stretching her thin, so much so that he hardly recognized her. He knew she was starving.

Not yet, he told her. Soon, I promise.

She frowned briefly, then sat down on the bottom stair and leaned her head against the wall. Lets get you warm, Darren whispered as he laid a blanket across her shoulders.

He knew she was confused and terrified. And she desperately missed her mom. She used to ask him why. What had happened? How long were they going to stay locked behind their front door? As their hunger grew, she started telling him they should leave, get out of the house, see what was out there. He had tried to reassure her, telling her things about FEMA and the police and the National Guard, telling her things about the government and how they would certainly send people who would help them, that everything would be better soon and that they just needed a little bit of faith in the system.

But he knew she didnt believe him any longer. He could tell she also knew that she was dying.

And that her dad was too afraid to leave the house.

She stared at him for several long seconds then closed her eyes and seemed to drift away. He wasnt sure if she was sleeping. It seemed like that was all she did now. Sleep. And ask for food.

Hed give anything if they could all go back to how life used to be, back to the time when he could feed his own child. His heart would have broken a little more if it were capable of such a thing. But hed been through too much, seen too much violence, endured too much horror in recent weeks to suffer any more heartbreak. Darrens feelings had narrowed down now to only two things. Hunger and shame. Being a typical American, sheltered and nave, hed failed miserably to protect his family.

His thoughts drifted to Irene, the mother of his child, and a familiar ache returned to his throat. She had been so good, an honest-to-goodness angel. And though they had separated, he had always loved her. Just not as much, it turned out, as he had loved his work.

But now she was gone.

Because he couldnt take care of his family.

Darren shook his head and blinked away the tears. Tears wouldnt help him now. Neither would his phony friends at the FBI. And they certainly wouldnt help his daughter. He had to focus on how he was going to keep her alive.