*Credit to Mariana Evica for proof-reading, editing and making a few changes to this story*

This past week commemorated the 20th anniversary of the Tiananmen Square incident. The picture is immortal - of the “unknown rebel”, or “Tank Man” as he has been called, standing defiantly in the path of military tanks. I recall as an eleven year-old boy seeing the broadcast on television and it seeming as if that man stood there all day. As long as there is a copy of the photo, in the hearts and minds of freedom lovers the “Tank Man” does indeed stand forever in the path of that tank. While I am saddened to think that our liberties will be so systematically crushed as to necessitate it, I honestly believe that the USA will have its own “Tiananmen Moment” sometime within the next ten years, and the story will read something like this:

Dateline – 20 years in the future
Today we mark the 10 year anniversary of what has been dubbed “The USA's Tiananmen Moment” where a young man stood defiantly in the path of a FEMA truck. Ten years ago, FEMA moved from imprisoning lone individuals suspected of opposing the government, to clearing entire neighborhoods considered “hotbeds of resistance”, some with as few as five people in the neighborhood as suspects. The image of this young man, known to the world as the "American Rebel", standing in the path of oppression and destruction, is forever emblazoned in the minds of the world that watched, virtually holding their collective breath, on that day.

The American Rebel was interviewed about his historic stand and had this to say:
“I lived in a neighborhood that was to be cleared at 7:00 p.m.; my parents had already been taken to a re-education camp in a previous sweep. But, luckily, my sister and I had been gone the days of the clearing and FEMA hadn't been destroying houses at that point -- not yet. However, by this time, they were totally demolishing everything in neighborhoods near ours, so that people couldn't return to their homes if they were away. I'd had enough, and I knew I wasn't the only one, but I had no idea what to do. I didn't know how to fight them.
We had no guns, as they had all been confiscated by this point. I knew I had to do something -- something to protect my sister -- as I'd rather have had my sister be alive -- and free -- than me to be alive, free or not. I didn't find the men that I was looking to rally with me against the clearings, and at precisely 7:00 p.m., the huge, armored FEMA trucks began to roll down the street. So, alone, I stood directly in the middle of the street, preferring to be -- asking to be, really -- run over by the lead truck in the convoy. I wasn't going to budge. I didn't want to go to a re-education camp, I refused to surrender to the officers that approached me, and at the time, I didn't know why they didn't beat me and throw me into one of the window-less vans.
I stood there, in front of the truck, and watched from the corner of my eyes as FEMA officers knocked on doors and escorted my neighbors, ashen and quiet, into vans, a wrecking ball demolishing each house after the occupants were removed. The noise was deafening...and it was the only noise. I watched my childhood home get knocked over, as I stood in front of the truck. Dust rose in the stillness following the destruction of my house. I heard, then saw at the edge of my vision, as I continued to look straight forward, a black helicopter approach and then hover over the neighborhood. Little did I know at the time, it was a news-copter. A spotlight penetrated the dust and illuminated me and the truck. They were covering my “stand”! No one knew my motives at the time, but now, the whole world bore witness, incontestably, to the grim and tyrannical FEMA clearings.
And while there were rumors in the underground media of FEMA having killed nearly 2 million people by this time, the Death Masters never admitted to a single murder, and certainly didn't want the first “confirmed kill” to be televised by the mainstream media. I have a feeling that they knew they couldn't arrest me on a live, global broadcast. Every PC/home theater, every public news-screen in every mall, at every fast-food joint, every hand-held device, every mobile eye-unit in the world -- all were tuned-in to that moment. For the world to see my death would have violently radicalized millions not just in the US, but all over the world. It would have surely strengthened the resistance that was growing across the land."

The "American Rebel's" defiant stand DID strengthen resistance to the growing government: it wasn't long until entire neighborhoods stood in defiance in the face of FEMA. Within three years, the camps were closed and FEMA abolished. One year later, Congress passed the Liberty Amendment which virtually abolished Federal taxes and drastically shrank the size of the government, cutting the Federal government by nearly 90%. Thanks to the “American Rebel” taking a stand, you and I are more free than anyone in his country has been in over 100 years, and the USA once again stands as a beacon of liberty to the world.