Texas Drifter: Idaho Ranchers Then What BLM?
Marshall’s Law Dateline – Recent in scheme contemporary history: Malibu, Ruby Ridge, Waco, Oklahoma City. Now citizens are witnessing Bureau of Land Management’s treatment of Idaho Ranchers and civilians; then what?
Side note, reality is always reality; perception may or may not be reality. Governments always lying about reality of their crimes against citizens; can create false perceptions that can spark violence and even civil war.
That been said, old adage is still true: Stand with tyrants, be judged with tyrants.
Is following short story a premonition, if “cooler federal heads do not prevail”: then again is the inevitable always the inevitable? Texas Drifter hopes not. Why, no amount of words can ever describe true costs, horrors, and atrocities to innocents in civil wars.
Title: “Just Another Dream”
“Where do you draw the line when government has gone mad? Do you draw the line when government violates the rights of the accused? Do you wait and draw the line after government carries out on sight executions against people you do not know? Do you draw the line when government steals your neighbor’s property, or do you wait and draw the line when government starts to massacre your family? Life is about staying free. Hating socialists for being socialists is a waste of time. From concentration camps to strumpet house democracies; history teaches there will always be freedom’s scavengers, and the rest of us.”
Crazy Luke
Reality and dreams exist between fact and fiction. Sometimes dreams become reality. I met Travis James shortly after his unfortunate encounter with the government.
It seems that some crime fighting task force shot to death James’ wife and child while raiding the wrong house.
Government attorneys used Supreme Court authorized asset forfeiture laws to prevent a potential law suit by confiscating James’ house, vehicles, and cash. This public sector theft technique involves “planting” drug paraphernalia like the “rolling papers” found among Travis’s dead wife’s possessions.
Mr. James wanted me to teach him about the intelligence business. He asked almost in the same breath, if he could work off my training fees?
I told Mr. James that I had a cabin thirty miles from no where that needed some plumbing and carpentry work. It was explained that the deal would be to fix up the instructor’s cabin in return for: training and a thousand dollars in wages; half now and half when the work was done.
There was no way of knowing how long it had been since Mr. James had smiled; guess it really didn’t matter. After giving Travis the five hundred, he was told to (1) study EXTREME DUTY: Behind American Lines; (2) make notes of his surroundings while living at the ranch; and (3) submit an essay on his impressions about both.
The response was immediate, “Can I leave today?”
Mr. James was informed about a small general store where he could charge food, clothes, supplies, and repair materials to my account. Before wishing Mr. James luck, he was told that the assignment “will” take ninety days.
Three months later I gave Mr. James a thousand-dollar bonus for turning a shack into a survivalist castle. The final exam essay was frightfully brilliant. Let me share the first line with you: Socialists are so incredibly predictable, even ants pass on the right while traveling their insect’s roads.
Whatever happened to Mr. Travis James, his passion created a legend. Perhaps I should have reminded Travis that consuming hate affects patience. Word from the shadows is that James was predestined to serve fate by carrying out the following operation strategy.
Travis’s date with infamy stared in a final attempt to avoid political oppression. He was drifting throughout America when he inadvertently discovered a small pro Second Amendment ranching community in Idaho.
This community had offended the federal government by: 1) refusing to register all fire arms within in three miles of any publicly owned property including open range lands.
Male members of this valley community attended public discussions at a bluff over looking the valley at sunrise every other Friday. These spirited debates were about anything and every thing.
Federal government agents did not wear agency identification logos or name tags; a tactic learned from Putin in Ukraine. This “no name agency, with no name tag” federal agents decided this public meeting would be the perfect time to take all males from the offending community into custody.
Arrest was not a likely scenario since Waco where the government abandoned standoff negotiations for on site executions.
The federal government ignored reports that attendance at these community gatherings was about to include all community residents. Civil bureaucrats using military surplus helicopter gun ships initiated their assault on the public-spirited assembly as scheduled.
Mr. James was trying to avoid politics and had decided to opt for an early morning walk on the trails overlooking the bluff. He was a helpless witness to the slaughter of 308 unarmed, men, women and children.
Total firepower from two helicopter gun ships quickly turned the pre Easter services into what later became known as the “Sunrise Massacre.” Male members of the community had left their weapons at home to teach the children about the virtues of peace.
Shadow rumors suggest that Travis has told confidants that the children were reciting “Our Father who art in Heaven” as the gun ships suddenly appeared out of the sun and began firing.
It has also been alleged that task force agents scattered assault weapons among the pieces of corpses before allowing journalists to visit the crime scene. A real possibility, it was later proven that not only were none of the weapons loaded; some of the weapons had ties to Fast and Furious I.
The most chilling account of the Sunrise Massacre relates to Travis’s claims that he heard the screams of the dying above the combined noises from the gun ships and their weapons. Travis’s fate had created a man for whom nightmares were a relief from conscious memories.
Mr. James first task was to raise sufficient fluids to finance his one person crusade to prevent the future from resembling the past. This was accomplished by taking unreported confiscated cash from dirty cops. Some accounts suggest that Mr. James managed to appropriate a small fortune over several months.
Travis James next chore was to carry out operation “none of the above.” Somewhere along the way, Mr. James decided that the only recruit who could help him carry out his plan was a professional renegade known “in the business” as “Crazy Luke.”
After expending a sizeable portion of his war chest on intelligence, Travis learned that Crazy Luke was being held in a federal “neighborhood clandestine prison.” These secret government prisons house political prisoners in neighborhood homes obtained through asset forfeiture laws.
The challenge facing Mr. James was to create a diversion to facilitate Crazy Luke’s early release. What happened next is still a topic of debate.
Some say that the death of a high ranking task force manager was accidental; others claim that it was planned. No matter why the death occurred, there were no guards at the federal neighborhood clandestine prison when Travis released Crazy Luke without incident.
Agents upon returning from the funeral assumed that Crazy Luke’s cell door had been inadvertently not locked in the rush to attend memorial services for their fallen companion.
Travis James and Crazy Luke only shared two things in common: both hated tyranny and both were masters of “the streets.” What happened next is pure speculation.
The pair’s first activities probably included: (1) studying a scouting video of an unidentified national guard armory, and (2) figure out how long it would take to: move a field artillery piece a quarter of a turn; set up the weapon; load the weapon; position the weapon; and fire two rounds?
Mr. James and Crazy Luke no doubt thought of their assignment as a challenge for the ultimate sniper. They probably waited until they scouted potential escape routes before deciding precise target coordinates.
This two-man team obtained three experimental biological warheads modified for use in National Guard artillery pieces. The bio-weapon turned out to be genetically altered one-celled dinoflagellates known as “Phantom Plus.” Effects of these “six hour epidemics” are nausea from intestinal hemorrhaging, blurred vision, loss of memory, uncontrollable rage, and respiratory failure
Other supplies probably included night vision equipment, infrared heat detectors, communications’ equipment, scanners, weapons, vehicles, and other tools of the trade.
These two patriots or two terrorists, depending on whom you talk to, were both thought to be “sticklers” for details. Travis and Crazy Luke probably spent countless hours in total darkness preparing for, and practicing their chosen tactic.
What happened next is still speculation; two undisputable facts are that the community that quartered the National Guard Armory suffered a total electrical blackout shortly before two rounds were fired from an “unsecured” artillery field piece.
This same small town which is about twenty miles from the target was later identified as the source of both bio-warheads that struck their intended target
Published news reports claimed that a small band of disgruntled federal employees with ties to the “lying” Democratic Party claimed responsibility, and escaped through the Armory fence, down a ditch to a small parking area.
Initial nation wide reactions of shock and confusion to the shelling were followed by random violence from federal agencies, random public bureaucrats, criminals, and citizen mobs.
Federal regional task force agents obtained the names of possible suspects through systematic use of torture and random on site executions. No surprises here since there were no survivors attending the annual Presidential State of the Union Address.
Travis’s objective resembled objectives of those who imported the plague into Athens after the death of Socrates. Excessive bureaucratic brutality of innocent citizens often leads to retaliation intended to change decaying republic’s “inbred” dominant culture.
Shadow rumors have suggested that, when asked why he did what he did, Travis said: The only reason people like me have not taken action sooner is because the Republicans promised to change the system. It was the compromises of the corporate fascist Republican establishment ruling class aristocrats that convinced me that the time for trusting “Moderate Republicans” had passed. Once the time for talking has passed, there are only two options: run and hide, or hit and run.
Welcome to the rules of America’s domestic cold war. Internationalists and government loyalists carry out acts of violence against private citizens and blame a right wing conspiracy. Patriots carry out acts of violence against their aggressors and blame a left wing conspiracy.
Mr. James and Crazy Luke have thus far managed to complete their first post operation challenge: avoid being casualties of federal government initiated random lethal anarchy. Their second challenge is surviving until the removed officials are replaced with patriots who abide by original constitutional law.
Talk about embarrassing, I forgot to give Travis James a final grade for his final exam essay. What people say is true; the memory is the second thing to go.
Let’s see, if what is left of the government, arrests Mr. James I’ll give him an “F’; on the other hand, if Travis gets away, the man gets a “C.”
I guess ninety days of training just weren’t enough. Mr. Travis James would have gotten an “A” if he had stayed out of politics.
Don’t schools teach history anymore? It’s always easier to start a premature conflict than stop a poorly planned conflict. Latest American examples include Bush adventurism in Iraq and Obama’s imperialism in Afghanistan. America’s first Foreign Cold War lasted estimated fifty years; America’s Domestic Cold War has barely started.
As for me, Travis’s foolishness has relegated my activities to spending time at the survivalist castle watching ants pass on the right
Trying to be honest, America may be a great place to live for civil servants, public subsidy addicts, and internationalists. Reality for the rest of us is that the great experiment has evolved into just another police state.
Reality and dreams exist between fact and fiction. Sometimes dreams become reality.
Some realities seem so unreal that merely pretending helps these realities become dreams. Pretending tends to stop working with the sounds of public sector mobs breaking through doors. Sunrise, high noon, sundown, or midnight, the consequences are the same.
I just do not understand how patriots who volunteer to suffer the horrors of fighting foreign tyrants; can be so dispassionate, while their own governments rob, terrorize and murder their neighbors. What embarrasses me the most is that I lack the courage to look into a mirror to see the answer. (End story)
Texas Drifter is beginning to feel all writ out, and will offer only one question for this writing exercise. Should someone remind Marxist-fascist Obama, his allies like BLM, EPA, and other federal agencies reader can list; plus corporate fascist Republican establishment ruling elite aristocrats that: The majority of Americans are not likely to tolerate federal government’s anti-Christ policies forever? TRUE or FALSE
