Nonsense.
What you have here are a bunch of people tilting at windmills.
Rude, misguided, unpatriotic louts out there making a public nusiance of themselves outside the property of a private army of hit men ready to be hired by any large major corporation.
A corporation headed by a zealot who has much in common with the controlling instruction force at your Air Force Academy in Colorado, wherein they point to maps and say: "You may think this is a cloud of smoke in this photograph, but it is actually a daemon of Satan."
Ronald Reagan, now an annoited decoy for the occasionally perplexed, and apparently now designated sole image for the walls of the new American Big Brother l984, would have loved these guys, these wacko religious right Blackwater sociopaths, accountable to no one except they whom sign their bloated checks. He could have sent them straight down to fight those South American citizens who fought in protest of America's corporate encroachments, instead of selling illegal weapons to Iran in order to finance the slaughter of those protesters.
There is nothing more anathema to fascists than protesters.
THERE IS NOTHING MORE ANATHEMA TO FASCISTS THAN PROTESTERS.
Given enough reins, they can overcome even a purchased press.
Had this happened in the Sixties, there would have been a descention of thousands of protesters to this little arcane dixie stronghold, and lawyers by the hundreds willing to help in the legal end of the protests. There were always legal ends to protests. People who actually protested, and not observed them holding their latte's, know this.
This fine bunch of Blackwater folks differ from cops in that cops are still held accountable, for the most part.
Their freedom from accountability, though, is but a coupld clicks away from the planned coup now slowly, carefully, adroitly-stepped lockdown of your nation.
You may be quite surprised to see how much accountability anybody's local police force will be involved with, should there be an even slight increase of public protest at their administration's still extant fascist gameplans. Ten years ago, I talked to someone taking a course at a small community college, which was about a week long, and dealt with private security guards. It was being taught by a dumpy, bigoted retiree who admitted he had attended the convention in the woods of retired and active intelligence types in the woods of Tennessee, the one marked off by "No Niggers Allowed" signs. I immediately signed up and took the course. After the third day, I fully expected this teacher (recruiter) to hold his palm over a cigarette lighter. He taught crowd control methods that were taught in military counterintelligence. At one point, a young girl asked who are these people who were the enemy. "Don't worry your little head, dearie. They will be pointed out to you."
I think a lot of people know this, or at least suspect it, and they simply choose to be controlled by their own silent, unacknowledged fear. I saw it happen in the Sixties. Everybody urging the populace to wake up saw it. Luckily, enough were awakened and activated to stop it then. By "it," I mean the fascist movement that now has reemerged, which was the same gameplan that was stopped in the Sixties.
Now, instead of poltically aware, committed Americans who we can only refer to now as "hippies" and "druggies", we have your current crowd of narcississtic consumers, all too ready to let somebody else save them from a fascist takeover while they compete with mindless brass to gain more bling.
Literature during the outfolding of fascism in any nation always deals with the "sleeping factor," the "where were you when the foundations were laid?"
But let us not digress.
Let's let us wait until it is our door that is knocked down.
Or, if you insist on discussing it at all, let us put it out of mind by use of the props of a mason dixon ping pong game.
It is not coming, it is upon us.
It is upon us, and the litmus of the lockdown is the continued purporseful ignoring of this kind of fascist transgression by hapless, trembling citizens who are apprehensive of the coming "darkside" so aptly coined by Cheney.
People get ready, there is a train a comin'.
A train to Blackwater Carolina, should you be so foolish as to speak up.
