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A Sgt Major with the good news lets it roar…

“Because this is the place where widows and orphans are made…” – an Oathkeeper militiaman fresh from the fight at Bundy Ranch

Denunciations fly in after-action critique of Bundy Ranch drama

Somewhere in America – With 18 combat tours displayed on his chest, Sgt. Major John Page gestures with his right hand and holds the U.S. Constitution in his left.

A retired Green Beret by trade, this veteran soldier is precluded from joining militia ranks by federal law. “But I can advise,” he says. Then he nods, and grins.

He gets real basic in his message, letting his parade ground voice throat out and rumble through the cavernous hall in St. Louis.

He starts to speak in terms of what “they” do when “they’re getting ready to kill you.” The message should send chills down the spine of any cognitive human being, more especially men with experience in human combat – kill or be killed.

There are other voices to be heard, but few have the precision and professional organization of this one, or, say, the voice of Stewart Rhodes,  a legal scholar from Yale who served in the same ranks as Sgt. Page – Special Forces – and breaks down the conflicts between the common man and his central government in terms of what the basic legal document of the nation says and what, exactly, it means.

To compare and contrast is truly a lesson in tactics, mental hygiene, and the precision of bellicose organized activity with other men engaged in concerted violence in order to enforce their will on the enemy.

It’s a good point at which to begin. Listen carefully:

So, what happened at the Bundy Ranch “debacle,” so to speak, to mimic the naysayers and impudent pundits? Basically, the federales of the Bureau of Land Management (BLM), DHS, FBI, and all the other alphabet souper dooper troopers got eyeball to eyeball with a bunch of American fighting men equipped with state of the art weapons of the combat infantryman – semiautomatic AR-15 clone rifles – and Uncle Sam blinked, folded his tent, went away, gave Cliven Bunday back his cattle.

Sam will be back, and he will use what he gathered in the way of intelligence, but that’s basically how how the skirmish at Mesquite, Nevada, ended. What did the government’s commander bring with him? Fifth columnists, cointelpro snitches, agents provocateurs, spies, agitators. You name it. Happens in all the major battles, all the time. Let’s get a load of that:

For a YouTube video report, follow this link:

I trace back to my initial contact with the militia call to action at Laredo, Mile Marker 39 at Encinal, Texas, the Love’s Travel Center, where I met “Cujo,” a skinhead with penitentiary tattoos creeping out of his shirt, who told me he wanted no pictures taken or on-camera interviews done. His commanding officer Floyd Breshears joined us for coffee in a small fried chicken franchise, and said, “I really would appreciate it if you don’t talk to my men. They don’t know what to say.”

No problem. Cujo – his war name – would be Soldier 1 and Floyd, the honorary Lieutenant Colonel, Soldier 2.  Within the hour, I learned that the two of them were fighting about anything and everything, the younger man, Cujo, attempting to intimidate the older man, Floyd, with his actions.

It wasn’t working. Floyd kept his Model 10 Smith & Wesson .38 special revolver handy, his AR-15 clone under lock and key, and his ancient Browning automatic shotgun at arm’s length.

Within a day, Cujo was wanting to be on his way. But before he left, he arranged for me to receive a phone call from another lady in another chat room, someone who would not identify herself, or say for whom she had placed the call.

“Your orders have been changed, Mr. Parks. You have new orders,” she said.

Well, now, blow me down. Here I am an unemployable, disabled veteran on a pension, and suddenly some militia commander is ordering me to drive Cujo to Nogales, Arizona, get a nightly cross-border firefight at a power plant on video, and report for further duty? All of this because I drove from my home in central Texas to a spot near the border? Shoot, we’ve all done that just to get the taste of a cold Mexican beer, back in the day.

At least, I didn’t laugh in her face. I returned to my cabin at the Cotulla campground, where the two-man militia expeditionary force had decided to headquarter for the time being. Cujo soon knocked on my door. His phone had a message for me that said, “Mr. Parks, it has come to our attention that you have been claiming to have involvement with R-4. Please call and explain yourself. And so, I did. The same woman put me on the phone with someone called GPC, who told me he is in command of some black ops troopers, etc., etc.

I told him, “Well, sir, I’m mighty surprised at what you’ve heard. I just asked Cujo about an hour ago what exactly is R-4. He talks about it a lot.” We ended our conversation cordially.

That evening another man showed up to drive Cujo to the San Antonio headquarters at the rural rancho in Von Ormy. I heard nothing of him again until the bombastic and sensationalist blog talk radio host Chuck Smith contacted me from his home near Ft. Worth at Crowley to let me know that he had his knife out for the militiamen, Barbie Rogers, who operates the conference call room for the militia commander who put out the call to action, and, most especially, Stewart Rhodes, whom he accused of desertion in the face of the enemy at the Bundy Ranch stand-off.

Say what? No, I hadn’t heard about all that, etc., etc.

Later, as Barbie and I chatted, she told me that it was Chuck Smith himself who propagated the rumor that the federal forces were planning a drone attack on the patriotic throng who opposed them at the Bundy Ranch in Nevada.

Ugly rumor, but there it is. There were denunciations of “infiltrators,” provocateurs, and the like.

For a YouTube video report on the situation at the time, follow this link:

Talking with Barbie Rogers in the conference call room, she said, in her own defense, “He gets that way when he’s drinking.He calls me at five o’clock in the morning, drunk, and I tell him to sober up. ”

For his part, Smith called her a liar on the air many times during the rambling 3-hour radio show he did a couple of days later.

As border skirmishing proceeds in Arizona and Texas, the denunciations follow, fast and furiously, in the blogs and chat rooms. Here is a sample:

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Chuck Smith, blog talking radio host from Crowley, TX , who claims to have eviscerated a man with a Buck knife during a dispute in Germany. The police, he said, had no real case against him. And so, the Army put another man on the road… – Walk on, world, you got The Legendary

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