Relax – And Get Happy In It

Reporting from the Occupied Bayou City – Our sources say sub-freezing temperatures notwithstanding, Chief of Police Art Acevedo’s troopers have confiscated all tents, blankets, extra warm clothing, and food supplies from the homeless.

It is now illegal to feed those made desperate by poor hydraulics and the manipulation of the actuarial 100-year flood plain, illegal to sleep on the sidewalk, illegal to live in the…Why go  on?

Turning to – the good news – At Jerusalem-On-The-Brazos, activist bikers who briefed Barry Johnson, a Republican Primary candidate who opposes incumbent Criminal District Attorney Abel Reyna in March, the challenger is fully on board with the image of members of the Confederation of Clubs fighting back in the political trenches.

It was at their meeting at Twin Peaks on May 17, 2015, that a small faction of Cossacks crashed, jerked out the pistolas, and got rude.

His attraction to them is simple enough.

They will put out the yard signs, make the phone calls, register voters, drive folks to the polls, assist the elderly and shut-ins with early voting and absentee voting – and all the other myriad tasks it takes to get elected in a county-wide race.

Their attraction to Barry Johnson, a Republican attorney who built his career in Dallas, the son of a Waco State District Judge, is even more easy to understand.

Johnson has a better idea, and his declaration of Job One is powerful; it carries a message of hope to a beleaguered community riding on two wheels and traveling in cages up and down what Henry Miller termed “the bridal paths of the iron monsters.”

There is no way in hell, Johnson told his new biker friends, that two criminal district courts can hear 155 organized criminal conspiracy cases against We The People when in all but less than a dozen cases, the State has not the requisite evidence to obtain convictions.

The winner take nothing mistrial judgment against Dallas Bandido Chapter President Jake Carrizal, which was obtained after five weeks at trial and a month of pre-trial wrangling following two-and-a-half years of legal limbo at a cost of $600,000 in security and administrative costs, proved the point.

Just like the classic line Jim Hightower always attributed to his Aunt Ida, “Hog’s in the ditch…”

Johnson’s plan is even easier to understand.

Said Sons of Liberty Motorcycle Club President Butch “Popeye” Moss when he emerged from talks with the candidate, supportive members of the bar, and disaffected GOP functionaries left, right and indifferent, “He says his opponent has lots of support from organized crime, you know – eight line spin and win parlors, drugs – all that.

“But the cops in Waco tell him there are only about five or nine guys you can make a case for murder or aggravated assault against in the Twin Peaks deal. He’s got to put together a team of prosecutors who can sort through the evidence, and then prosecute them.”

NOW, we’re getting somewhere, as Dr. Hannibal Lecter would say.

What about the other cases?

You know, the ones where there really isn’t any evidence other than the accused was there, flying a patch, and in some cases, actually fought back against assailants?

Why were they there? Politics. They wanted to hear about the Legislative Session in progress, find out the status on five open carry handgun bills then being considered. Little things like that.

“They’ll have to clear them.”

And the Legendary say:

Right on, Professor, get on the box and rock the flocks. 

This is the day that the Lord Hath Made. Relax, get in happy in it, and start making some kind of hallelujah when you walk that walk and you talk that talk.

Like the fella said, “Ain’t that good news, man, ain’t that news.”

It’s either that, or, like the other fella said, “Just strap a bomb to your wheelchair and…”

We gone.

So mote it be.

  • Legendary Jim