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conversations.value: a title for a book about Overton, Window with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Overton Window'
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Overton Window
  In Chapter 19, we see the term "COINTELPRO" included in the agenda that Noah and Molly discover. This term seems to have now been adopted by conspiracy theorists, but before you write it off it's worth looking at what this real government program was originally intended to accomplish.
  If you want to understand what programs like "cap and trade" are really all about (money) then start doing some homework on the intersection of corporations, politicians, and special interests. The links below on Enron, the Chicago Climate Exchange (CCX) and Fannie Mae are a great place to start:
  See also a video of Rep. Scalise (R-LA) questioning Al Gore along these lines: <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpEcPFSEIwQ>
  In Chapter 20 we get a chance to hear Molly begin to state her case, and she focuses on the economy. If you were still doubting that both political parties are driving us toward the same place at different speeds, the first statistic she cites is pretty eye-opening:
  Many in Washington want us to start looking at regulation as a good thing, but here's an example of what can happen when government gets to regulate existing law. Sure, the Second Amendment says that you are allowed to own a gun, but it doesn't say that it has to be easy! In New York City they've taken that to the extreme by crafting an application process that can take well over six months and cost hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Eyes wide open, mouth agape in an expression of abject horror and utter surprise, his head had now been separated from his body.
  Shock numbed him in place before Noah could take a step or look away. More of these dead lined the narrow trail before him; much care had been taken to set this scene. The hacked-up corpses of the murdered men were scattered about on the side of the path, all showing signs that they'd suffered horribly before the savage end.
  He fell to his hands and knees and vomited, his stomach heaving until nothing was left in his guts but the fear that had overcome him. When his pounding head began to clear he staggered to his feet and began to run. There was no going back the way he'd come, and if he tried to flee into the forest he knew he wouldn't last the day; long before the enemy or the elements could kill him he'd no doubt be found by his own side and shot for desertion.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about scouting.
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conversations.value: Eyes wide open, mouth agape in an expression of abject horror and utter surprise, his head had now been separated from his body. 
  Shock numbed him in place before Noah could take a step or look away. More of these dead lined the narrow trail before him; much care had been taken to set this scene. The hacked-up corpses of the murdered men were scattered about on the side of the path, all showing signs that they'd suffered horribly before the savage end. 
  These were the remains of the morning's forward scouting party—contact with them had been abruptly lost earlier—and they'd been left here to deliver a primitive message in a language that all would understand. 
  He fell to his hands and knees and vomited, his stomach heaving until nothing was left in his guts but the fear that had overcome him. When his pounding head began to clear he staggered to his feet and began to run. There was no going back the way he'd come, and if he tried to flee into the forest he knew he wouldn't last the day; long before the enemy or the elements could kill him he'd no doubt be found by his own side and shot for desertion.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: At 791 yards this was far from the longest shot he'd ever taken, but the present prevailing conditions left much to be desired. A moderate variable breeze would demand moment-to-moment compensation. His position provided little cover; as long as he lay still he'd blend in well enough, but the first flash of gunpowder would stand him out against the bare terrain like a new copper penny. And the low sun at his back put a harsh migrant glare on the tinted picture window, obscuring the view inside that room right where he needed most to see.
  He had watched as she walked the floor, no doubt searching out her options should the coming situation begin to slide farther southward. Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst; that was her watchword, and she'd stuck by it through these recent harsh months in which all hope should have long since dwindled away.
  Hollis had seen only three sentries patrolling these foothills. Against instinct he'd only noted their patterns and positions, without taking further action. They were likely in radio contact, and if that communication was interrupted it could raise an alarm. But he'd also left them alive because he was under Molly's standing orders to avoid any violence unless absolutely necessary. His repeated objections to this policy had been overruled as usual, so if and when the fighting started on this hillside the hot lead would be arriving fast and loose from all four cardinal directions.
  In the scope he saw her react to a sound behind her and hasten to the chair where she'd been seated before. A few moments later the door opened and a number of men began to file into the room. The short, skinny one in the lead he recognized, and if there'd been any remaining whim of a peaceful conclusion to this unholy summit, with this man's arrival that glimmer was gone.