by Tom Baugh
When the monkey collective derided Herman Kahn's 1960 plans for evacuation of A Country, they may have been right. Right for the wrong reasons, and just about a half-century too early. Their critique was that a reliance on a mass-evacuation of A Country to B Country would strain its resources also. But, what if the productive individualists pre-evacuated themselves first? Then, everyone wins, as B Country could then supply its own designs and ideas, and, eventually, its own finished products.
In that model, A Country is merely a liability, rather than a source of value. So, perhaps it is better if the citizens of A Country, including the elite of the monkey collective who hold the chains, stay right where they are.
Chapter 17, Waco and Other Texas Wackos
The conflicts sown by the monkey collective to manipulate international events has the same destructive effect when wielded here at home. In the spring of 1993 I was a Captain in the Marine Corps. Like most of us, I watched in horror as the government of the people, by the people and for the people burned alive about a hundred of the people in South Texas. Why? For the crime of wanting to be left alone by the rest of the people. For the crime of choosing to congregate in a manner which the monkey collective saw as strange and threatening.
Dozens of children were heartlessly sent to a flaming death by a new government which needed to set an example. The collective set this example to the hand-wrung cheers of those who set them in power. Most disturbing, this horror was back-stopped by the law and order types who had opposed the new government. Sadly, only a few watched in horror for the victims. Most, on the other hand were suitably prepared by propaganda. So prepared, these millions watched in horror that the victims would be so inconsiderate as to expose them to the spectacle of their deaths.
Watching the flames, I threw my Marine Captain's bars to the ground in disgust. Up until that time I had been proud of my service. But at that moment I was ashamed to be protecting the people who would do that to their own citizens. And for nothing more than having a slightly different religious point of view and keeping to themselves a little too much.
Sixty years before, the German citizenry was similarly prepared by their government and media. Jews had been defined as criminals by their mere existence. And this definition allowed their own monkey collective to, at worst, look the other way as their fellow citizens were hauled off to near certain death in showers and ovens. All for the good of society.
In Texas, a charge of weapons violations was sufficient, here in a nation where such rights are second only to speech and worship. This crime, never proven, was used as an excuse for the full force and might of the national government to launch a military-style assault on the Branch Davidian compound that spring.
Local authority is a carefully planned safety-valve in our federal system. As stated many times throughout this book, we have been so indoctrinated that the national government and the federal government are the same thing. The federal government is actually the sum of the local, state and national authorities. The national level of government is intended to protect us from without, while the local and state governments are intended to protect us from within.
As an example, the county sheriff is known and elected by the people of the county. As such, the sheriff is more likely to engender respect and cooperation from the county citizenry than an unknown national agent. Our government institutions, at the command of the electorate, seek to destroy true federalism wherever it is found. For example, the Federal Bureau of Investigation should rightly be called the National Bureau of Investigation. And the Federal Reserve the National Reserve, and so on.
However, these names were carefully chosen in an era of our history in which our constitutional form of government was being systematically dismantled, and this rubble used as a foundation for the modern socialist state. In our new model, the local authorities are merely resources to be tapped for information. Once that purpose has been served, they are merely obstacles to be swept aside while the national forces commit their plunder in the interest of people outside the community.
Koresh could have been served a warrant peaceably when he went to town several times a week, a fact well-known to the local authorities. Or, the sheriff could have simply walked up to the front door and knocked. Instead, the collective cheered, as if at a playoff for the super big game, as the national agencies executed their all-out assault. An assault clearly intended to look better on camera and make a point to all those gun-toting thugs who were imagined through a glass darkly. Executing warrants is just too boring when you could be executing children instead.
The problem is that the authorities didn't expect that a group of Texans would actually live up to the myth of the Texan, a myth long dead. And stand their ground against an abuse of self-propped authority. We recall a similar group of Texans with fondness when we remember the Alamo, but we don't allow these Texans a similar honor.
We all watched the lies presented to us that spring. Most of us have been indoctrinated so well with these lies that to recall these events and lies even now will paint me as a heinous villain. But this chapter won't end how you think it will given the few paragraphs so far. Even so, if you find yourself disturbed by this so far, put this book down now and wander off.
We were told that the Branch Davidians chose to commit mass suicide, while we were reminded of the Jonestown massacre of the 1970s. Were this true, the children would not have been covered with blankets by their parents and doused with water to protect them from the flames. Yet, as any firefighter will tell you, most people who die in fires asphyxiate long before the flames reach them. Trembling in fear under the wet blankets, these children were surely no exception.
We were told that the fire was started by the Davidians themselves, while any ground combat soldier or Marine will tell you that smoke and tear gas canisters are a most effective incendiary device. Spewing sparks and flame which will make a child's firework proud, the hot little canisters of that era are proof of the adage of where smoke comes from. Many a military and law enforcement training ground has been set ablaze by these over the years.
But, because these training grounds are so often burnt there is little combustible material left. On training grounds, these blazes soon burn themselves out and so never become media spectacles. Not so a South Texas building littered with dry hay. No one who has ever seen these canisters in action could have possibly misunderstood the fact that they would start a fire in that building. And yet some of our number pulled the pin and tossed them in, or equivalently, pumped the gas in from vehicle-mounted canisters, following orders which would make the SS proud.
And yet, less than a month after the killings, the State of Texas, under the charge of a Democrat governor, bulldozed the premises to the ground, and destroyed all forensic evidence in the process. Including evidence of what started the fires. And who shot first. On what earth would an act like that make sense if truth mattered?
Despite these facts, ask anyone you choose whether fire would be their first choice as a means of suicide, or as a means to kill their children if they were so inclined. Conduct a little informal poll, and if you don't get hauled off for asking such an absurd question, you will find that fire is pretty far down the list as a vehicle for self-offing. There is a reason why secret-agent movies include cyanide pills, yet personal incinerating devices are noticeably absent from the script. Present this question in context, and those same people will then change their opinion on the grounds that the Davidians were just crazy. So aptly have their minds been prepared.
The forces of law and order in the opposite party who should have opposed this siege and subsequent attack on constitutional grounds, were not without blood on their hands, however. Two years earlier, under their watch in January of 1991, a national agent had approached Randy Weaver, a former Vietnam Green Beret sergeant. The agent asked Weaver to provide the undercover agent with "sawed-off shotguns", a heinous crime which strikes at the very core of our society.
And yet, no
court has ever established that Weaver actually committed this crime. Regardless, based on official documents, this alleged crime was precipitated specifically to coerce Weaver into serving as an unwilling national informant within the Aryan Nations. Why would he serve so? In exchange for immunity from prosecution, and for a crime he never committed, if need be. Again, Goebbels would nod approvingly.
Weaver's refusal to cooperate in this investigation was the most inexcusable affront to national authority. His refusal threatened to undermine our entire constitutional system, as perceived by the forces of niceness which are intolerant of any scoff of the law. "He must be made to pay," they growled to themselves as they considered their next trap.
And so Weaver was presented with an order to appear in court, an order stating the incorrect court date, making it impossible for Weaver to comply. A warrant was then issued for his arrest, he now being a bonafide criminal in the eyes of the law.
Subsequent events in October of that year would see a group of armed and camouflaged U.S. Marshals descend upon the Weaver farm at Ruby Ridge in Idaho. Their mission was ostensibly to surveil and survey the property prior to an arrest warrant. Further, they had clear orders to make no contact with the accused.
However, once on site, the national forces decided to take matters into their own hands. Their first official act was to execute 14-year old Sammy Weaver as he investigated why his dogs were barking. Their next act was to assault the Weaver home. In this action, the national authorities would neither request surrender nor announce their official presence. Instead, in legal silence the full force of our government chose to execute a carefully planned attack. Taken from the FBI's rules of engagement for that day was the following policy statement for this attack:
"(D)eadly force can and should be used against any armed adult male if the shot could be taken without a child being injured." No mention of guilt or suspicion or any other mitigating factor was needed or required. Merely being male, and adult, and armed was sufficient. But apparently, even this directive was not enough to channel their bloodlust as the monkey collective chose its next victim.
With the national jackboots that day was FBI sniper Lon Horiuchi, a graduate of West Point. Long in service to his collective, this creature had often taken the oath of office to "support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic." Apparently without ever comprehending these words which he often repeated.
Horiuchi was one of the best trained and accurate snipers on the payroll of the citizens of the United States. Did he choose to go for a "three-fer" and try to kill Kevin Harris, a friend of Randy, and Weaver's wife Vicki as she cradled their ten-month-old daughter Elishiba in her arms? This shot was taken while the Weavers and Harris ran for cover against the assault. Vicki was not male, and was armed with only a baby. The only justification which Horiuchi had for squeezing the trigger was that she was present. And that was guilt enough for him, as he proved with his actions.
My opinions about Horiuchi's state of mind during this incident are just that, my opinions. Do I know he was "gleeful" or wishing to boast? Or why he made the decisions he did? Of course not. But it makes great fiction, doesn't it? Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, murderer or murdered, is purely coincidental. To what I am sure was Horiuchi's dismay, he only managed to kill Vicki with that shot.
In so doing, he denied himself the water-cooler honor of being able to boast that he had killed three civilian enemies of the state with one bullet. Despite his miss, the monkey collective stood by him nonetheless. The monkey public ignored, or embraced, the fact that the target of his attempt at a dual or triple kill included a literal babe-in-arms, incapacitating her mother to be a threat to anyone. The horror of this act, as personal and as cold as any envisioned by the worst of Nazis, never seemed to incite the forces of niceness to anything. Except to express their dismay at why the Weavers would be so rude as to subject them to this unpleasantness.
And then the collective deployed this same loose cannon to Waco to fire at David Koresh and his extended family in 1993. In the aftermath of that attack, unaccounted expended shell casings were found at Horiuchi's position by Texas Rangers, who took no further official action. Why should they, when other evidence was being destroyed by bulldozers?
Had Lon Horiuchi complied with any of his oaths to defend the Constitution, he would have drawn his service pistol and shot himself dead. Instead, he chose to gleefully participate in the unannounced and ironically unwarranted attack, competing with his fellows for the ultimate prize. And then, perhaps, expended unaccounted rounds at Waco. Keep this in mind when you think they work for you. Or will lift a finger to protect your rights rather than gun you down in cold blood for bragging rights, too. Your claim to the Constitution will only embolden them further, rather than slow their hand as you fantasize that it might.
In any event, only after this blood sacrifice and through the use of a robot vehicle would the authorities officially announce their presence to Randy Weaver. This former special operations sergeant had only responded to the attack upon his family as he was expected by the collective to do. In his response, this decorated American hero of the past unwittingly gave the national forces of niceness an excuse to set the example to all who might defy them in the future.
In early 1991, while Sergeant Randy Weaver was being prepared as a suitable blood sacrifice upon the altar of niceness by their undercover agent, I was circling above the battlefield in Kuwait. Below me, a young Timothy McVeigh was down in the smoke and haze of the battlefield earning a Bronze Star for heroism and saving the life of a wounded comrade. This battlefield hero had previously worn a "White Power" T-shirt in the barracks as a protest against the "Black Power" T-shirt worn by many of his fellow soldiers. This simple expression of his right to speech would damn him to infamy.
As a child, McVeigh was frequently beset by bullies. Eventually, this fighter eventually came to see the government of the United States as the ultimate bully, echoing a mistake which many in so-called militia groups would make for decades. In his case, however, this assessment would explode on the second anniversary of the Waco murders in the destruction of the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City. Ensconced in graduate studies at Virginia Tech that day, I wondered to myself about this curious event.
This act of supreme violence had upon it the fingerprints of Middle Eastern terrorists. At a glance, the front of the federal building could be any of hundreds of buildings destroyed by car bombs in that part of the world. Attacks which included the Marine barracks in Beruit of 1983. Indeed, a few months before Oklahoma City, a similar attack was attempted on the World Trade Center, clearly by Islamic terrorists. The swift apprehension of McVeigh led to a story so pat that it was easily digestible by even the most news-averse. Perhaps the forces of niceness were improving their game from the embarrassing events of Ruby Ridge, and the out-of-control horror of Waco.
Now, clearly Timothy McVeigh committed this heinous act, he said so himself. And yet, the first-time implementation of a sophisticated truck bomb, executed and detonated with perfection by a novice, just didn't ring true. For one thing, as a child I was no stranger to improvised explosives, and had personal experience with the difficulty which detonation of ammonium nitrate poses to a novice. It can be done, but one's first efforts are usually disappointing and result in either a puff of flame or a shower of undetonated fertilizer pellets.
To understand the essential problem, punch a sandbag and then consider your unharmed hand as most of the sand squiggles out of the way. Similarly, pelletized fertilizer, even when mixed with the proper ratio of a volatile fuel, is supremely difficult to detonate. Much of the punch of the detonation gets absorbed rather than propagating as the little pellets jostle somewhere else or pack tighter. Then, when no room remains, a flimsy moving van would simply rupture and disgorge the remaining explosive.
Did McVeigh understand this effect, and weld together even the simplest of steel co
ntainment boxes inside the fragile truck body? Did he understand the practice of casting the fertilizer as a semi-liquid slurry inside such a box? Or at least cast smaller blocks for stacking to avoid the sandbag effect? If so, did he know enough not to blow himself up when melting the material by using a thermostated electric heater so no flame would ignite the fumes? Or to vent the fumes away to avoid dangerous inhalation or risk of detonation? Or use a double-boiler approach with paraffin wax instead of water to reach the essential melting point while avoiding dangerous hot spots in the melt? Any of these ideas, implemented poorly by a novice, would have ended the story before it started, the entire enterprise written off as just another meth lab explosion and a dead cook.
Did McVeigh even understand the most basic principles of enhancing the explosive with aluminum powder as used in military explosives? Are there records of his having purchased large amounts of silver tempera paint to obtain it? None of the evidence collected from that day or during his imprisonment suggests that he had the slightest idea of even one of these possible enhancements. An expert in the field understands all of these things, and even they fail when attempting it. Which is why so many of them resort to using tanks of simple welding gasses instead, ruptured on demand by a smaller conventional explosive so that the acetylene and oxygen mix on demand.
Regardless of these gaps, McVeigh, without any formal training whatsoever in the art, managed to pull off one of the most successful attacks of its kind in history. On his first try. Even the experts that February in New York had only managed to knock a few columns out from under the World Trade Center. A blast there, had it the efficiency of the Oklahoma City bomb, would have knocked down one of those buildings six years early. But even those guys screwed it up on their first try. As First Wife says, they learned their lesson and changed the bomb design the second time around, didn't they? But, unfortunately, McVeigh's fertilizer bomb lent credence to regulating yet another aspect of agriculture. Oddly, there are no observable efforts to regulate arts and crafts to secure or license all the paints which use aluminum powder. Those aren't necessities of life, are they?