Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
Hutaree. A word you will probably hear in the news for a while. It’s the name of a Christian Militia group. Now I have to tell ya that I have a problem with this as a concept. Wasn’t Christ a more or less peaceful person? Ya he kicked some ass in the temple when the money changers were hanging about, but that is the exception for him. He was a strong yet peaceful man. Peaceful. I seriously doubt that he would have had much anything to do with a militia.
And why were these guys all cheesed off? Apparently they thought the Antichrist was out and about in the government, and are big believers in the “end times”, a rather odd belief that the end of the world is coming. A very silly thing to think, but it hasn’t stopped GENERATIONS of people from thinking it. People have been waiting for the “end times” since before Christ was around. Nothing new here. And these guys hate cops. There are lots of people who do that, but these guys do it in a much more extreme way.
These nut-bags wanted to shoot a cop, then wait for the funeral and then attack them there, with IEDs among other things and have fallback positions with mines or some such cuteness so they could blow up more police before they got their brains blown out. A few minor issues with that. Like the entire thing. Shoot a cop and you’ve stirred a hornets nest. Did they think they’d just get away with it, did they think they’d just walk away free and clear, with no more action by the police?
Cops get training too, and not just learning to lay low, build a lean to, and fire a gun, and hunt people. Cops get much more than that, they get investigative training. And a fair number of police come from the military. I hear tell they do a helluva job dealing with terrorists and the like. Ya know, people like these militia types.
Even if these nuts had gotten lucky enough (for them, not the cops) to get to the beginning of their plan, they would have had their heads handed to them by the police.
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe, A dream within a dream
I would have quoted The Tell tale heart here, with that excellent viddy of it here, but it is something of a disturbing story. The old man gets killed and dismembered and all, not fitting for a quote, at least not here, even with the Huttare nut-bags in today’s blog.
I went to google news, looking for …well, umm…news. Not the most amazing thing in the world to do. DUH and other such statements come to mind. I see a story about the tea party, and about some thing that happened in a town called searchlight, Nevada. There are 114 stories listed, and it was a news story, because the tea party patriots were meeting in Harry Reid’s hometown. Harry’s take was something something like they are from out of town, no big deal, something like that. Most stories covered the tea party angle, and the Sarah Palin angle.
Not Fox. I just thought you’d like to see what they think of as news. Actual news headline: REID SUPPORTERS ACCUSED OF THROWING EGGS AT TEA PARTY BUSES. The story has a video…which even the people at fox say is inconclusive as to whether there were actually any eggs thrown. I didn’t see any eggs in the video, but Andrew Breitbart says there were, and if Andrew Breitbart says there were eggs thrown… there might not have been. He’ll say anything for his cause, no matter how easily disproven.
Plus, if anyone with any political savvy had been there, and had they anything even close to decent aim, they would have hit breitbart. Not that I approve tossing eggs at people for political purposes, I do not. I prefer to toss eggs at people on Halloween, but that’s just me.
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere —
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year.
Edgar Allan Poe, Ulalume