Ah…Spring. The chirping of birds returning from their winter roosts…plants starting to grow and blossom and militia weirdos deciding to commemorate Waco, Hitler’s birthday and/or Oklahoma City by trying to start the (pick weird end of world scenario here) Racial Holy War, Rapture, or contact the mothership I guess (I hear there aren’t any income taxes on Mars!).
Nine alleged members of a Christian militia group that was girding for battle with the Antichrist were charged Monday with plotting to kill a police officer and slaughter scores more by bombing the funeral — all in hopes of touching off an uprising against the U.S. government.
Here’s a hint…if you think the U.S. is ripe for violent revolution look around you. If there aren’t any bread riots, WalMart is still open 24 hours a day and you have to invent a secret language to demonstrate how cool you are, you’re probably doomed to failure.
“It was just survival skills,” she said. “That’s what they were learning. And it’s just patriotism. It’s in our Constitution.”
Yeah…the constitution has that whole other section that talks about deadfall traps, building fires with twigs and how skin a bear…
The indictment can be found here.
Probably not a good sign when your name is on a document that includes the phrase ‘…did knowingly conspire to levy war against the United States…’
It looks like they’re going to charge them with a WMD offense because they planned to use explosives. I’m sure that gets some hefty jail time but I’m not sure it’s right to lump a pipe bomb in with a Sarin gas release (or a nuclear detonation).
Hey! But at least they made a YouTube video! You can’t run a successful subversive and secretive revolutionary cell without your own website and video (h/t BoingBoing for the links).
What a bunch of maroons…
Last weekend I was at my mountain redoubt prepping the place for spring…getting rid of leaves that had blown in since the Great Fall Incineration of last year’s leaves…digging up rocks for various walls and borders…and picking up trash that had found its way onto the property.
As I was doing that I came across this glass jar…
Who knows how long it had been buried under the leaf litter but I certainly hadn’t put it there. Oddly enough, as the jar was intact and the lid was on, as you can see there was some greenery in there. The lid had rusted to the point that a very small hole had appeared and, I assume, enough flotsam and jetsam had made it’s way through that hole to actually start the process of life.
I was in for an even bigger surprise (Hey, it was a slow day. Give me a break.) when I opened the lid and found this…
The poor mans eco-sphere.
So not only was there enough in the jar to sustain some puny plant life but there must have been sufficient animal life entering that tiny hole (about the size of the letter ‘O’ printed on your keyboard) to sustain this critter.
It all seems highly improbable to me and so I suspect a secret government experiment of some sort. Or, perhaps this is what’s left of NASA’s science budget in lieu of their recent budget woes.
Although I will say this. Despite the apparent lushness of my fortress of solitude it’s a rather ruthless place as far as foreign flora and fauna go. The soil is such that if new plants do manage to take root amongst the omnipresent slate rocks and poor soil, local weeds, insects and animals will quickly move in and devour them. It reminds me quite a bit of the Deathworld series by Harry Harrison. Most flowering or fruiting plants will die of fright at the checkout counter if they catch wind of where they’re intended to be planted.
The only two exceptions to that rule I’ve found so far are deer (which are native but local mismanagement have allowed them to officially reach ‘pestilence of biblical proportion’ stage and so deserve mention here – In fact I’d swear you can hear them whisper “I am become Death, destroyer of worlds” as they munch away.) and red current bushes which actually seem to thrive in these harsh conditions and resist pests.
moe. Stranger than fiction
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