You live in fear. This is the goal of terrorism.

I show my concealed-carry permit to a cashier asking for a photo id to confirm my credit card.  She panics.  She assumes because I have the weapons permit, I must be armed.  I’m now labeled a terrorist.  I’m questioned by the authorities, as are my friends.  I’m unable to fly because I’m on the TSA watch list.  Every purchase is scrutinized.  My travels outside the US are suddenly suspicious, regardless of the data trail.  Why did I purchase diesel fuel in Canada?  Didn’t I buy fertilizer in the US once?  Am I making a bomb?  What are these pictures on my camera?

The definition of terrorism from Merriam-Webster:

“Main Entry:

ter·ror·ism

Pronunciation:

\ˈter-ər-ˌi-zəm\

Function:

noun

Date:

1795

: the systematic use of terror especially as a means of coercion”

Imagine if I had a name typically found in the Middle East, like Ramak Fazel. All of his problems were caused by one busy-body on an airplane.

Report your neighbors, random acquaintances.  Fuck up life for all of those bullies in school by reporting them as well.  Live in fear.  Obey your government.  After all, they know best.

When the pandemic comes, prepare your guns.

Will the Bush administration lock you up in a pandemic?  I have a paper somewhere about the 1918 Flu pandemic and what the successful towns (where success is measured in least deaths) did in response to the pandemic.  I recall it didn’t involve martial law.  You either have to shoot all the sick, and potential sick, or let modern medicine take care of them the best they can to contain the infestation.

Happy Birthday Paul Revere!

Paul Revere.  We all know the name from his now famous April midnight ride through the Massachusetts countryside as the British landed in Boston.  His silversmith skills are his other legacy.  I think that today he’d be labeled a terrorist, put before a mock trial, and slandered in the media as the American Taleban.