Mobile data terminal in a patrol car, May 17, 2015, click for full size
Waco – Somewhere, William Anderson is alive and well, even though the words of the indictment of more than one hundred people insist that “and/or William Anderson” died, murdered on May 17, 2015 “by shooting and/or stabbing and/or cutting and/or striking him.” Do tell, oh, ye People of the State of Texas…
But that was just a “clerical error,” according to District Attorney Abel Reyna, who insists there is no way he can go to trial without a lot more “analyses” of video, physical crime scene detritus, and witness statements, ballistics reports, autopsy records – whatever.
About what? About a classic L-shaped ambush, a military tactic as old as the Alps, something out of the caves and ravines of forgotten epochs, played out by men and women only vaguely resembling today’s humanity.
We’re talking about the kind of small unit infantry tactic that has been used everywhere from Lexington Green to Calcutta, Cairo to Cape Town, Vietnam to Malaysia – and every other European colonial toilet in between.
In short, the advance party obtains intelligence, identifies the players and their numbers, and puts signalmen in the crowd, taking up positions on the perimeter well in advance.
No matter the occasion – wedding reception, political rally, protest march, political meeting – some prearranged event signals the onset of hostilities with a pistol shot, loud arguments, whatever.
As people panic and the fighters square away to defend themselves, the armed proponents of law and order on the perimeter lay down suppressing fire.
This way, most people begin to flee, mostly crawling to keep out of the line of fire, and the targets who remain standing to keep from getting hurt any worse, are cut down.
So mote it be.
Couple this with the U.S. Department of Defense Special Operations Command announcement in early spring of 2015 of the grand scheme, JADE HELM – 15 (Joint Assistant Defense Executive – Homeland Elimination Local Militants – 2015), an operation that would play out on the streets and highways, pastures and deserts, swamps and mountain passes of the American southwest, Texas to California, Florida to Louisiana.
One is reminded of Jerry Della Femina, the Mad Ave pitch man who wrote the memoir, “From Those Wonderful People Who Gave You Pearl Harbor,” complete with the picture of the Japanese Imperial Army Samurai leaning on a huge console model color television, complete with Coke bottle bi-focals and a big, toothy grin.
The really frightening thing, the dude said, was when he got back stateside, he learned the inscrutable corporate types of Nippon had gone for the presentation, hook, line, and sinker. Without knowing it, he had signed the deal. They ate it up. Couldn’t get enough, and they wound up selling a lot of home entertainment centers than they would had he never boarded the jet in New York, bound for Tokyo.
Why wouldn’t they? Think about it. After all, he wasn’t selling advertising, he was selling products – their products, built with American electronic devices such as transistors and other semiconductors – miniaturized and made to work in a cabinet no bigger than a sideboard or a buffet. The Bushido were here, and they had the inside track on shrinking the globe, putting America front and center in the avant global electronic village, to take us from the linear, train-track era of communications by telegraph and telephone and into the future, spherical pattern of talking heads and instant streaming “news” events. The TV’s? Imported under the new rules. We’re talking dinosaur age tech, here. Today, the stuff comes from everywhere out east – Korea, China, Malaysia, Vietnam – and it’s big, bouncy, meaty, beaty, and better than ever.
Cheap? Not so much. But they liberalized credit terms to sell it because it’s “new and improved,” meaning what you have already is “old,” and “inferior.” Feel that itch? They got the calamine, right there on the Wally World website – you see here.
They say when Lyndon B. Johnson saw the first television at the New York World’s Fair, way back before World War Two in the midst of the Depression, he exclaimed, “You could sell anything – ANYTHING – with that!” He spent the rest of his life trying to prove it.
So, when it comes to the Twin Peaks story, what is for sale, here?
These dudes – a city police force’s SWAT unit – were armed with Armalite AR-15-style “assault weapons,” firing the deadly little .223 Remington round through an extremely accurate 16-inch barrel from a rapid fire action capable of both full auto and semiautomatic cycling, using variable electronic sights from a range of 150 feet, or less. Point, shoot, repeat. A recoil compensator and muzzle flash suppressor work to keep the weapon on point and ready for the next shot. Weapons of war? You bet. Battle tested in the green hell of everywhere.
Take a world map, color every part of it that isn’t Europe or America “Vietnam.” End of story. Now you has jazz.
The cops admit to a kill ratio of four out of 9 dead and haven’t yet released reports on the 20 wounded. The folks at the DA’s office don’t want to go to trial, not just yet – there’s so much to do – and the judges concur. What information is really available? Not so much.
Mostly gibberish in the dialect of high glaze – figures that won’t stand up to a grammar school-age kid’s arithmetic skills – and the stone-faced assurance that the matter is “under investigation.”
Like George Carlin said in one of his last appearances, ranting about the “owners – the real owners of this country” and what they don’t want.
“I’ll tell you what they don’t want,” said Carlin, speaking painfully out of an old man’s semi-crouch from a darkened set. “They don’t want people capable of critical thinking. What they do want is people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork – work, and pay taxes…” As the stage lights came up, the audience realized he was standing in a graveyard surrounded by high rise buildings, simulated snow drifts all around him.
Carlin’s words include the media. They keep saying three cops fired a total of 12 shots, according to Waco Police Chief Stroman, who said all this at a highly restricted, invitation-only news conference, written material from which was limited to only those media outlets trusted enough to take it all in with a smile of gratitude and a noted absence of questions.
It’s all clear as the muddy waters of the Mighty Mississippi or the chocolate-toned flow of the Buffalo Bayou: Said Stroman, “…there are a total of 44 shell casings recovered from the Twin Peaks scene. This number does not include the revolver rounds fired by non-law enforcement shooters. Those casings are still being counted. 12 of those casings were from the rifles of 3 Waco Officers who discharged their weapons in defense of their selves (sic) or a third party. The Waco SWAT Officers’ weapons are .223 caliber rifles that are capable of full-auto fire; Officers only fired in semi-auto mode during the incident. There was no full-auto gunfire from any of the Officers at the scene. As is normal practice, rifles carried by the Waco SWAT Officers were deployed with sound suppressors. No other Officers fired rounds from any other weapon during the incident. The Officers involved in the shooting have been assigned administrative duties pending the outcome of the investigation…
“The involved firearms have been transferred to the ATF for analysis. Videos of the incident have been transferred to FBI Investigators for analysis. Full autopsy and ballistics analysis is being conducted by outside labs and the completed and final results have not been returned to us as of this release.”
There you have it. This man has transferred everything out of the house for “analysis” of other, federal agencies. In fact, the entire affair is an FBI investigation into the idea that the Bandidos Motorcycle Club “declared war” on the Cossacks, that the conflict is all about a rivalry over who gets to control dues paid to a lobbying organization known as the Confederation of Clubs and Independents. Naturally, the ATF is the lead agency on the crime scene investigation.
The operant part of speech, the past tense verb “recovered,” is key to the statement. Recovered from whom, from where, how? No word on that, you see. Nothing further to say, except the cases have not yet been counted. How do you count them? By twos, like sheep jumping over a wicket, or “a-one, and a-two, and a-three…?”
Most of this kind of “information” was peddled to the American public via satellite within an hour after the smoking guns went silent and 177 people stood around in the parking lot in zip-tie handcuffs, awaiting their transportation to the “Waco Convention Center” downtown.
But, wait, there’s more.
More from Stroman: “The number of officers initially assigned to the Twin Peaks event on 5-17-15 are as follows: There were 16 uniformed Waco Police Department Officers to include 5 Supervisors (3 Sergeants, 1 Commander and an Assistant Chief). Included in that number was a Tactical Element (SWAT Officers) assigned and present. None of the Officers were assigned in a sniper capacity and all Officers were in their vehicles at the time the suspects began the shooting. Those Officers were stationed in the parking lots adjacent to the Twin Peaks and were visible to patrons entering the Twin Peaks parking lot. There were 6 marked Waco Police units and 4 unmarked Waco Police vehicles. This does not include DPS vehicles. There were also Texas Department of Public Safety Officers assigned to the event as well.”
Wait, I thought there were 14 officers? No, you said at first there were twelve?
Things just get curiouser and curiouser – “also…as well” – you see.
In examining hearings, the defense attorneys were able to pry the testimony out of the Department of Public Safety commander on the scene at Twin Peaks that he and his men had installed a “pole camera” at the pivotal point, the apex of the L-shaped formation that overlooks both the patio and parking lot area on the eastern side of the former “Breastaurant” and its front elevation, which faces the frontage road for scenic State Hwy. 6.
His answers showed the meticulous planning that went into their end of the operation, and he was allowed to testify on direct examination to many things which he admitted he has no direct knowledge, in spite of the Texas Rules of Criminal Evidence.
More mirrors and blue smoke. The judge, a retired jurist visiting from downtown Comanche, Texas named James Morgan, finally, in exasperation, to defense counsel’s numerous objections, said, “He was the one doing the arresting; I’m going to allow his testimony.” And that was that.
No one was counting on a retired Houston homicide detective’s daughter, Paula Carroll Swann, who went to the crime scene as soon as it was released and stepped off the distances based on where the officers are depicted standing in video both leaked and made by spectators. Using the same techniques as investigators who studied the Zapruder film of the Kennedy assassination, she made an approximate study of the sequence of events through correlation with dispatch audio made at the time, the recollections of eye witnesses, officers’ incident reports – all that stuff.
The numbers just don’t add up, and Paula won’t let them forget it.
“…I keep pointing out stuff that others are overlooking…I don’t understand why people are not getting it…If 14 officers fired, and were placed on administrative leave. .then how is it the cops fired 12 shots. And why isn’t anyone doing anything about these indictments of the 106 people being charged with 10 peoples’ murder? William Anderson was not only not even there, but is alive and well?
“I just want people to understand the facts. Of 14 officer’s fired 44 shots. 3 officer’s fired 12 of the 44 shots. Leaving 32 rounds of 11 officer’s. . BINGO… THE BIKER ROUNDS HADN’T BEEN COUNTED…”
All that and more is awaiting further “analyses” at headquarters, back in D.C., Houston, San Antonio, and other points up the food chain from Jerusalem-on-the-Brazos.
Bet on it? Yeah, do that. The big house. The ranch. Just leave mama the homestead, her mink and her stones, and go head on, throw them bones, Junior.
Baby needs new shoes.
So mote it be.
– The Legendary
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