In memoriam, a veteran of the Infowars buried here

William Cowper Brann

William Cowper Brann’s tombstone bears a one-word epitaph, “Truth”

Six Shooter Junction – Behold, the gravestone of William Cowper Brann, a veteran of the Infowars, who lost his life to a cowardly back shooter on the Courthouse Square in 1899, following the demise of his employment as a staff writer at the Waco “Tribune” and an extended series of stories and editorials he published about his contempt for Baptist ministers.

Mr. Brann, as editor and publisher of the Crawford “Iconoclast,” alleged that numerous “Magdalenes” were in attendance at Baylor University, many of them native girls from the jungles of Brazil, whom he said were held as virtual sex slaves while they served as housemaids for prominent Waco families. Following an incident in 1899 in which Baylor students staged a lynching of Brann, then carried out a mock hanging, he was only days later shot in the back by an insurance man as he promenaded the Square with a friend.

Wounded, Brann spun around and got off a shot at his attacker, killing him with a single shot from his 1873 Colt Peacemaker, before peace officers made him walk to a hospital for rudimentary first aid, and then home, where he expired after suffering a prolonged agony from his wound.

His newspaper, which was distributed by rail from a siding at Crawford, had wide circulation in all states and 20 foreign countries.  He is buried in Block 9, Lot 19, at Oakwood Cemetery, where an unknown party marred his gravestone with a pistol shot on the night of its erection following his interment in 1899.

Hence, the vandalism bears an entirely inaccurate epitaph to the demise of Brann, whose gravestone bears only the single word, “Truth.” He lost his life following a .45 caliber pistol shot to his back.

He was a yankee, a native of the state of Illinois, an abolitionist stronghold, and the object of Mark Twain’s epic novel Huckleberry Finn, in which the bard of Hannibal, Missouri, satirized Huck and Jim’s journey downriver to New Orleans where Jim could really be free – when all along, they needed only to steal a canoe and cross the Mississippi to the craggy, hardscrabble region of Southern Illinois known as “Little Egypt,” in the free state of Illinois.

Twain inscribed the frontspiece of the book, termed by Ernest Hemingway the first truly modern American novel and Moby Dick the last of the ancient works of American fiction, with an admonition from the “Sheriff,” that anyone caught trying to make any sense of his highly episodic, picaresque tale would be “shot.”






Annals of the star chamber – pick-a-pal grand jury system

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Ostentatious – Now comes We The People and would humbly show unto the House of Representatives that the system of Grand Jury selection in current practice under the authority of Art. 19.01 (a) of the Texas Code of Criminal Procedure is patently unfair in its present “pick-a-pal” method, both de facto and de jure.

House Bill 282 is up for fierce debate today, Sunday, May 24, before the full membership, and the burning question is this.

Should the bill, which would eliminate the discretionary power of a District Judge to appoint Grand Jury Commissioners to recommend the names of persons who would make good Grand Jurors and have the time to serve, be eliminated altogether, or be amended to allow the practice to continue in Judicial Districts with less than 500,000 population.

Local reform-minded citizens at the confluence of the Brazos and the Bosque are holding out for a number more realistic to Central Texas communities of less than half a million – 250,000 – in favor of a system of pre-selection of a venire of between 20 and 125, to be selected at random from the rolls of registered voters, the alternative method of selection as presently authorized in the Code, Art. 19.01 (b).

District Judges in jurisdictions more sparsely populated object strenuously to the complete elimination of the commissioner system of selection because of the scant number of qualified Grand Jury veniremen. When half the county is kin to one another, and one adds to the mix the current system of law enforcement tournament catch and release police work, one may quickly reach the point of absurdio ad reductum. 

Tweaking the bill thusly would preclude the present practice of persons with means and the right connections escaping prosecution through the Grand Jurors’ judgment that there is no real probable cause to compel the attention of a petit jury in open court.

Justice obtained in this fashion – after all, the accused have received a form of punishment hard to ignore, have often had their names dragged through the mud, their mugshots posing in county orange, and dashcam videos of their alleged misdeeds, taken thence and published to the world through the blogosphere – is at best lopsided and totally biased in favor of the high and mighty over the body politic and lumpen proletariat, who, out of bullets and barefoot, are thereby both efficiently and systematically coerced into pleading out to lesser, sometimes nonexistent offenses, against the peace and dignity of we the people of the State of Texas.

All hail the State of Texas!

After all, a plea bargain is no bargain at all when it involves an entry of the plea of guilty to a charge that represents an offense no one really committed because it did not, really and truly, ever take place.

A classic line, often repeated, regarding the proceedings of Grand Jury panels is that, “Were the people not ignorant of the powers of the Grand Jury, they would not allow it to be empaneled.” The practice was forced on a defeated and bankrupt weakling, King John, following the Battle of Runnymede in 1215, and was once aptly described by the Danish King, “Eithered the Unready,” in his charge to a Grand Jury “…that it should go about its duty by accusing no innocent person, and sheltering no guilty one…”

Here are a two recent cases in point in which Grand Jurors returned no bill of indictment:

The school Superintendent of Mart, Texas, swerved in a congested area of Bellmead on his way home from a downtown Six Shooter Junction bistro where and his wife had been imbibing and barely bruising the fenders of a State Trooper’s bear-mobile. When the Grand Jury got hold it of, he was no billed – pronto – following a disciplinary session with the board of trustees of the school district. Such a deal. The offense is only a misdemeanor, but District Attorneys are allowed to present petty crimes to Grand Juries at their discretion. The accused prevailed upon YouTube honchos to have the dashcam video suppressed in a national blog published at Arlington, Virginia, by a conservative watchdog group with strong ties to the Tea Party, Americans for Prosperity. 

The proprietor of a local water skiing and wake-boarding resort became enraged when guests at his establishment used a water slide he had declared off limits.

Though he admitted to McLennan County Sheriff’s deputies he had been drinking, he was no-billed after  “security” guards who work for him attacked his patrons with fists and flying feet in a beat-down that took place at a rented cabin where they were partying after he corrected them. The evidence items obtained by The Legendary Reporter R.S. Gates following the Grand Jurors’ return of no bill are gruesome to behold. It’s a sad comment in full color digital photography, what a heavily muscled bruiser’s techniques can do to the human face.

It’s even worse to hear an audio recording of a drunken business man threatening deputies, saying “I’m gonna get (Sheriff) Parnell (McNamara) and Steve (Capt. Smith) out here to straighten this thing out.” You couldn’t sell it as dialogue in the bungalow of a backlot producer of Hollywood B-grade melodramas.

Grand Jurors no-billed he and his staff for felony and misdemeanor assault charges following much publicity about the alcohol-scented, violent affair in the local daily.

We obviously are extremely excited to get this situation behind us,” said Parsons’ attorney, Jason Darling. “We appreciate the work of the district attorney’s office and the sheriff’s office in investigating this, and we respect the decision of the grand jury. Under the facts and under the law, we feel it is an appropriate decision by the grand jury.”

So mote it be. Verily.

– The Legendary

Assault victim, Parsons case

My head’s in the hurt locker, but I’m looking right straight at y’all

Exploring the curves of the politics of the patch


Historians often disagree on whether to attribute this quotation to Silence Dogood or Constance Makepeace…

Waco – “Realistic Military Training” (RMT) started a little early in Six Shooter Junction – on May 17. Originally slated for the southern tier of states between July 15 and the ides of September, the military bumped the schedule up a little – way behind, no time, etc. You know the drill.

Jade Helm 15 is some kind of ultra-spooky government gobbledygook for martial law in which it is assumed Texas and Utah are hostile, California, Colorado, Nevada and New Mexico are blue states, and Arizona a wild card. Louisiana is a swamp, and Florida is already busy with “extraction” drills a la Blackhawk Downtown.

And then there’s Waco.

The deal is this. There was an organization called Texas Motorcycle Rights Association, another named ABATE, which battled helmet laws against giving the motorcycle enthusiast the perfect right to bash his own God-given brains in against curbs, abutments, fenders and bumpers, and all manner of outlandish outfits flying patches not under the domination and control of Los Bandidos de San Antonio, colors, red on yellow. Red and yella killed a fella, Marine Corps, etc.

Moving right along. There is an organization known as the Confederation of Clubs, dominated and controlled by the Bandidos, which – ah – corrects errant outfits who schedule rallies, runs, festivals, group gropes and passion plays on days when the Bandidos have something else going on. We talking the San Antonio de Bexar situated a convenient 150 miles from the Rio Bravo at Laredo, yes. That San Antonio.

Unity. It’s a very desirable trait among loyal adherents to the Bandidos creed.

The Bandidos had a little series of confabulations at Six Shooter Junction to discuss pending legislation and other matters of biker concern.


One area of concern is a national motorcycle club known as the Cossacks, who wish to emblazon their yellow on black colors with a “Texas” rocker claimed as the exclusive territorial imperative of the Bandidos, a club spawned in the aftermath of a jarhead’s opium war in 1966.

The Cossacks came to the party – uninvited – not once, but several times over the past couple of months, and the Waco Police Department objected to the – ah – sticky, prickly, uncomfortable – vibes produced at the Twin Peaks “breastaurant” located just across the parking lot from Cabela’s mountain man and old sourdough show, down the block from the Harley-Davidson dealership, and catty cornered from a dozen other high traffic, mega-cashflow outfits for dudes and dudettes with disposable income.

All the foregoing was a little low-rent for the powers that be. They wanted to place uniformed cops in the bar – just in case – to check ID’s, check attitudes, look for weapons, dope, all the things no biker in his right mind would leave home without.

No dice. The local managing partner is a man named Patel, which is a Hindu word for “inn keeper.” Patel said he liked what all this was doing for his business. He objected to the placement of police officers in his establishment, though he has issued a statement claiming he cooperated fully with police. The cop shop flack, Swanton called that “an absolute fabrication.” Harumph!

Word on the street amongst professional wait staff and managers, chefs – the hospitality industry of Jerusalem-on-the-Brazos. Next stop was a jingle to the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission at Ostentatious. We talking time out, here. Twenty-eight days. Etc.

Waco Police spokesman W. Patrick Swanton doesn’t see it that way. He blames Patel. For what happened. When the guns of Sunday began to fire. No matter who fired first.

Patel has video. It shows who did what – and when – and where, but he only showed it to the mainstream media. Kind of reminds one of fee-fi-fo-fum. He doesn’t necessarily have any plans for We The People to see it. Where is the court order?


Very political.

So mote it be.

– The Legendary

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Outlaws threw down their guns and ran

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“We would like to remind our citizens you are safe. There have been no credible threats towards you.” – Sgt. W. Patrick Swanton, Waco Police public information officer.

Waco – Just as the churches let out a little after high noon on a Sunday, someone got mad about where someone parked, someone shoved someone in a restroom, or sneered at someone’s colors, and the fight was on between rival biker clubs.

And then out came the weapons and someone shouted they should take it outside, where police with assault rifles at the ready opened up on the antagonists.

Inside the Twin Peaks restaurant, a crowd of more than 200 people panicked. They threw down weapons, stuffed firearms in trash cans and behind toilets, lost brass knuckles and other prohibited badass buttons under tables, behind chairs – and fled.

When the gunsmoke cleared, there were 9 dead – more than half of them shot in the head – 18 wounded, and 170 persons arrested and charged with engaging in organized crime leading to capital murder.

Their vehicles, weapons, anything else used in the alleged crime, has been seized. There are more than 100 motorcycles, every one of them hand assembled in America. There are 118 handguns, an AK-47, and 157 knives. There are an uncounted, unreported number of cars slated for seizure.

A Gunny Sergeant of Marines with a service book of 30 years on active duty sized it up this way.

“A squad of 20 shooters with carbines? One half of them shooting, the other loading? You could have killed all 200 of the people in that restaurant. That’s what you call squad tactics. We use it all the time.”

It’s nothing he has not done before, numerous times. “I wish I could have been there,” he said. “I’d have loved to kill all that trash.”

What was accomplished, what look-see pidgin performed for we the people?

A relatively small force of trained shooters can subdue a crowd with ten times more people, people who are subject to panic, prone to foolish surrender of their weapons – untrained, ill-disciplined people who are thinking about anything and everything other than fighting back.

One could consider the arrestees prisoners of war, those who were detained and questioned as under surveillance. The King’s Men have confiscated all the people had, including their bodies, put them to rout, placed them on their knees.

It’s all been captured on a video surveillance recording. The restaurant’s former owners have allowed the Associated Press a chance to watch it. It’s agreed. Something stampeded some of the baddest of the badasses out the door of that restaurant and into a hail of withering semiautomatic rifle fire, estimated at more than 100 rounds.

“This is just the beginning,” said a former national officer – a sergeant at arms – of an outlaw motorcycle club. “This is just the start of another civil war.”

In Nicaragua, they called them the death squads. In Spain, they were known as fascists, the Civil Guard. Marauders. Commandos. Waffen SS.

America witnessed a military assault with cultural motivations shouted from the rooftops and over the airwaves against people described in dramatic tones as “thugs,” carried out by sworn civil peace officers. America just witnessed the beginning of a civil war – or another installment in a series of similar events that stretches back as far as 1970 at Kent State University, or 1968, at the Chicago Police riots on Lakeshore Drive, the ATF raid on the Branch Davidian Compound, the siege of the Weaver family at Ruby Ridge, Idaho; that grotesque episode in America’s history began with an ATF agent shooting the family dog, and then a young boy, after an undercover agent had persuaded the father of the family to saw the barrels off a shotgun.

Not only are we the people our parents warned us about – as the Bandidos’ founder so aptly put it on his return from Vietnam – but we failed to heed their ample warnings. We have succumbed to tyranny. Hemmed into crowds, regulated by laws that have little regard for constitutional principles, we are at the mercy of callous and cynical psychos who are all too willing to manipulate and control in their lust for power.

The balloon is up, floating free, and sailing merrily on its course.

God bless America.

– The Legendary

Sheriff recalls carnage of gruesome crime scene

Screen Shot 2015-05-20 at 9.24.50 AMMcLennan County Sheriff Parnell McNamara

A Parnell McNamara interview is a real-time experience in out-west cowpoke lore.

Colorful yarns seem to sprout from his brow as fully-woven serapes out of the costume department of a John Ford picture, a man with no name double feature – with a hipshot percussion Clint Squint.

And if you pull a notebook, or reach for an audio recorder, he says you can’t do that. No story. Beats all you ever saw.

Here’s an example.

When he was still on the campaign trail, The Legendary asked him for an idea of what getting a crime story from his operation would resemble.

He put it this way.

As a freshly minted 1970 model rookie Deputy U.S. Marshal, fresh out of Baylor and working alongside his brother Mike under his father’s supervision, he worked backing up a federal undercover operative who was making an illegal gun deal with a firearms bootlegger in a parking lot of a drive-in on North 25th Street.

“We were across the street, watching, and the two of them got out of the car to look at the guns. The old boy had the trunk lid up and they were talking when all of a sudden the seller pulled his piece and they got to circling around the turtle and edging each other. Then the old boy took a shot,  and it was all over in just a short.

“When I got there – came across the street – I was just in time to see the gun dealer – shot right square between the eyes – flat on his back, taking his last breath. He said, ‘Oh – my – God.’ And then he died.”

A couple of weeks went by, and McNamara received a phone call from the U.S. Marshal for the Western District of Texas at San Antonio, the boss man his daddy, Thomas P. McNamara, Sr., the U.S. Deputy Marshal In Charge, reported to. “He wanted to know where my report was. I hadn’t written one.”

McNamara remembered he told the man he didn’t know so much about writing reports, and the man reassured him by saying, “Well, is there anything in the paper, something written about it, a news account they already published?”

He agreed to send him the news clipping. “He said, ‘I’ll write it for you. Everybody’s got to learn.'”

That’s what a Parnell McNamara interview sounds like. It comes complete with a technicolor backdrop in cinematic terms, and there’s definitely a point to the story. In this case, it’s called we’ve all got to be on the same page. Understood.

Shot between the running lights is a hell of a deal, very serious business.

And it goes way, way back – a lifetime of experience. It’s always the same message. That’s my story, but it’s off the record – after you’ve heard the story – and it’s dynamite.

Say what?

Talk about a broken rice bowl. Ooh, la la, and right now.

So when I asked him about the Bandidos v. Cossacks with intervention from Waco P.D., et. al., he shook his head, got that old far-away look in his eyes, and said, “Well…it’s got to be the worst crime scene I’ve ever seen. The bloodiest, just the worst.

“I’m standing there, looking at seven dead men, and off to the side is another one, and they’re all laying in the position they fell in. Then I got to hunting the last one and he had run plumb over to the Don Carlos Restaurant and around to the other side, and he’s laying up against the building there, shot, sprawled out like this…”

He shook his head.

I asked if he could give me that statement on-mic, and he said no. Absolutely not.

Why not?

“It’s not my crime scene.”

Behold, an old-time lawman with a lot of experience at seizure of motorcycles, guns, money – drugs – that once belonged to outlaw 1% clubs, and were declared contraband, because they were used in the commission of a crime, or while the defendant was engaged in organized crime.

It’s just another skirmish in a long-term war.

“This thing is as bad as the gunfight at the OK Corral,” said I.

“It’s worse. That one only got three. This deal got 9, and there are 18 wounded.”

So mote it be.

– The Legendary





Of the moving parts of a ‘Murder conspiracy’

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“Well, a knife and a gun don’t need no understanding…” Tucker Peterson, singer-songwriter, “The Ballad of Billy Joe”

Six Shooter Junction – The rhetoric marches across the page, timed to the Texas Code of Criminal Procedure; it details why the cops think the gunfight at Twin Peaks was all part of a conspiracy to commit capital murder, all part of an enterprise of organized crime.

 All the affidavits of probable cause, numbering somewhere in the neighborhood of 170, read the same, minted from the same boiler plate presented to Precinct 1 Justice of the Peace Pete Peterson by Manuel Chavez of the Waco Police Department.

To obtain a copy of each would cost more than $500 at a cost of $1 per page of certified copy. That’s the only form of copies Judge Peterson will release. He is a retired State Trooper whom County Commissioners appointed following the resignation of long-term office holder Billy Martin, a retired agent of the U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency.

Three or more members and associates of the Cossacks Motorcycle Club” and “three or more members of the Bandidos Motorcycle Club” arrived in the parking lot of Twin Peaks, fresh from a pushing and shoving, fist swinging, cuss fighting match in the men’s room. There, they “engaged in an altercation with the members and associates of the Cossacks,” where they all “brandished and used firearms, knives or other unknown edged weapons, batons, clubs, brass knuckles” that were used to “threaten and/or assault the opposing factions. Cossacks and Bandidos discharged firearms at one another.”

When members of the Waco Police Department attempted to stop the fracas, they “were fired upon,” so they “returned fire, striking multiple gang members. During the exchange of gunfire, multiple persons where (sic) shot. Nine people died as a result of the shooting between members of the biker gangs. Multiple other people were injured as a result of the altercation.”

All the members of the motorcycle clubs, which are identified in a database compiled by the Texas Department of Public Safety as criminal street gangs, “were wearing common identifying distinctive signs or symbols and/or had an identifiable leadership and/or continuously or regularly associate in the commission of criminal activities.”

That’s putting it mildly.

Bond is set in the amount of $1 million on each of the arrestees. That should net them a minimum of 90 days behind McLennan County bars, the number of days required by the Code of Criminal Procedure for a judge to entertain a writ of habeas corpus for release upon personal recognizance, during which time every law man in 254 counties and 50 states will have a chance to make a pass at them with paperwork and propositions to come clean and do the time.

That’s what you call a heap of trouble. What I mean. Certified. Wrapped up in ledger paper, signed, sealed with genuine sealing wax, and decorated with a little bit of red, white, and blue ribbon.

So mote it be.

– The Legendary

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Twin Peaks Crime Scene preserved exactly as at the time of the gunfight

Crime Scene


Hundreds of motorcycles remain exactly where their riders parked them prior to the deadly melee that erupted during a motorcycle club summit meeting over colors, turf, and earning potential…

Waco – Dozens of crime scene investigators, including agents from ATF and DPS, are poring over a crime scene where 9 men lost their lives in a desperate gunfight for dominance and control of crime syndicate income throughout the Lone Star State.

Until a person regards the hundreds of motorcycles left parked exactly where their owners left them before the deadly melee broke into gunfire, there is no real comprehension of what a large gathering of outlaw motorcycle enthusiasts had been assembled on this suburban shopping mall parking lot to address concerns of just who may and may not claim the entire state of Texas as their turf.

Many businesses remain closed, including Cabela’s, Best Products, and Office Depot at the I-35 and Hwy. 6 service roads interchange, where police keep a vigil to prevent traffic from stopping to acommodate gawkers. A lone helicopter circles like a hawk, and as many as 20 satellite trucks, their crews and reporters, are standing by, waiting for the slightest news break.

One interesting aspect of the investigation are the three-dimensional crime scene imaging devices set up on tripods on the sprawling crime scene at the bar and grill where a Confederation of Clubs summit meeting erupted in a gunfight to rival the most savage recorded in wild west days – legendary shootouts such as the gunfight at the OK Corral, or the Lincoln County Range Wars of Billy the Kid fame.

The imaging equipment will depict an ultra-precise shooting diagram of where each shot was fired, its direction, and the impact point of the bullet strike. In days of the past, all investigators and detectives had to work with were chalk lines, twine, measuring tapes, triangles, protractors, pencil and paper.

Security is tight as all media representatives, photographers and producers’ identification is checked and re-checked before they are admitted to the parking lot about 100 yards distant from the crime scene.

So mote it be.

– The Legendary

3D Imaging Device


Crime Scene Technicians are using a three-dimensional imaging device to pinpoint the exact locations of where shots were fired, in what direction, and to locate the exact position of the bullet strike…



Restaurateur’s Statement an ‘absolute fabrication’

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Waco – The police flack’s voice contrasted with the nasal whine of the local CBS outlet newscaster as he called a restaurant operator a liar in a sound byte following the mass shooting at Twin Peaks restaurant.

According to a Mr. Patel, a managing partner in the operation, his organization has cooperated fully with police during the months of escalating tensions that accompanied Confederation of Clubs meetings held there.

Earlier, Sgt. Patrick Swanton, public information officer for the Waco Police Department, has implied that the department’s suggestion was to insert officers into the club to help quell any disturbance that may have arisen.

He called Patel’s statement, “A complete fabrication.”

In many cities, local officers work in uniform – off duty – for an hourly wage serving operators of clubs who serve alcoholic beverages. There is a good reason for that.

If excessive disturbance calls mar the experience of the operation, an automatic suspension of the beer, wine and liquor permit is mandatory pending a 28-day investigation process by the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission. Few club and restaurant owners in the hospitality industry can stand such an interruption of their business. With police on hand, all such disturbances are handled in a more discreet fashion, one that does not result in reports to the commission.

It is not clear what the exact ramifications of the police department’s offer may have been. It’s all very vague, and access to official statements are stymied by a 10-day rule in which a local government may seek an opinion from the Attorney General’s Open Records Division. There is a fine but very discernible line between history and news.

Other news organizations such as KWTX, whose reporter John Carroll posed the question in an impromptu parking lot news conference, have no such restrictions. Reporters for that organization and the Waco “Tribune-Herald” were given free access to the crime scene as the emergency unfolded. They were able to cross over the crime scene tape boundaries and speak directly to Swanton.

Upon arrival, Swanton warned The Legendary that the potential for “catching a round” in the back was huge, since “We don’t know who is here, whether they are armed, and what are their intentions.”

Intense, to say the least. He later relented, and through an intermediary officer, allowed safe passage to a photo area set up for out of town media approximately 100 yards distant from the crime scene. Nevertheless, as soon as pictures were made, The Legendary beat feet to a neutral corner in a local filling station to file copy and make calls. There’s no place like home. Back to gasoline alley, where we started from, y’all..

Anonymous sources who were present during the violent shooting melee say that when the gunfight erupted, members of the Cossacks Motorcycle Club, an outlaw organization, were caught in a crossfire between police officers standing by and members of the Bandidos Motorcycle Club.

There is no word yet as to who shot who, or the exact sequence of events that led to gunfire. It is known that more than 160 persons have been detained for questioning, either as material witnesses or persons of interest in the investigation.

The brewing dispute centered around the Cossacks once and future use of a “rocker” on their colors proclaiming that they ride out of “Texas.”

That honor had been claimed in 1966 by the Bandidos as their exclusive territory, constituting what is generally agreed upon in the outlaw biker community as a clear sign of disrespect. They have fought all comers, including the rival California motorcycle club, Hell’s Angels, to retain their exclusive stake holding. A long-standing truce exists between the Angels and the Bandidos. California is the exclusive territory of the Angels; Texas belongs to the Bandidos.

Hence, the source of the friction.

Support clubs affiliated with both the Bandidos and the Cossacks were in attendance at the Confederation of Clubs conference that erupted into a violent gun fight. The confrontation was not unexpected.

It has been learned that Bandidos patch holders who ride out of Waco have a patch with an outline map of Texas on their colors vest, inscribed with H.O.T. – an abbreviation for Heart of Texas, which is referred to in conversations amongst the outlaw fraternity and two-wheel cognoscenti as the “Heart Chapter.”

So mote it be.

– The Legendary

Biker vendetta brewed for months at area mall

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Six Shooter Junction – In the classic sense of the true connotation of the Sicilian dialect, the eruption of gun violence that occurred today at an area shopping mall bar and grill is the culmination of the vendetta in the classic sense of the word.

Bandidos Motor Cycle club is a self-described  worldwide outlaw biker band founded in 1966 with the motto, “We’re the people our parents warned us about.” Their colors are on a field of yellow with an inscription in red embroidered letters on a black background. The central device is a picture of a man in a sombrero with a machete in one hand and a handgun in the other. They affect as a logo the spelling, “Bandidos” instead of the proper Spanish spelling of Banditos.

Their 1% status is that of members of society who have lost all means of a normal adjustment to the community, having sacrificed each option one by one through conviction for felonies, incarceration, bad paper military discharges, and arrest records that extend throughout their lives. In a long-ago article, the lobbying organization, the American Motorcycle Association, labeled such outlaw bikers at the 1%.

Their motorcycles, women, colors and in fact, their entire estate is the property of the club, having proven their loyalty over a lengthy and torturous process known as “prospecting.” Patch holders serve at the will and pleasure of the officers. They are expected to earn and to kick up a portion of their earnings to captains. All else is labeled “club business.”

They have long sought a viable chapter located in Waco, only to be frustrated by decades of resistance from law enforcement, the  courts – at one point, even, the National Guard. Various attempts at “patch overs” – a kind of friendly corporate takeover – with other clubs have ended in failure. The Bandidos have not been able to establish a local chapter in Waco, or any other McLennan County community that lasted for more than a few weeks.

For months, the Bandidos, who have no local club house, have been holding meetings at Twin Peaks, a bar and grill chain featuring large-busted waitresses in skimpy costumes with a location at the Central Texas Market, I-35 at Hwy. 6.

An affiliated subordinate club, Los Caballeros, is organized in Waco to serve the Bandidos by “riding bitch” as a sort of subsidiary or secondary group that operates in league with the larger organization. Many of that club’s members would like to some day become full patch holders in the Bandidos.

A similar club, Cossacks, have formed a Waco chapter and have made repeated forays to the Twin Peaks meetings in order to taunt the Bandidos with complaints of where they have parked, remarks about their old ladies, and other provocative behavior.


With law enforcement estimating that members of as many as five motorcycle clubs wearing colors were observed in the parking lot where the gunfight took place, there is little doubt that matters came to a head today in this central Texas city. Either it was a summit meeting gone wrong, or a confrontation that shattered the calm of a late Spring weekend afternoon.

No one is quite sure what, exactly, caused the fist fight between the rival clubs that spilled out into a parking lot in the early afternoon hours of Sunday, May 17, and then turned into a gun fight.

It’s like the CIA or the Mafia. You don’t know; you don’t want to know. The result is that so far 9 persons have died, an additional 16 are hospitalized with their wounds at an area hospital that is closed to trauma and the public,

State Troopers who are stopping, identifying, and turning back hundreds of bikers who have journeyed to Waco following the fight, are manning roadblocks throughout central Texas; and affiliated bikers are contacting wives and girlfriends with advice about which route to take on errands, to work, and shopping – just like ultra-violent Mexican border towns in the grip of cartel violence.

Police spokesman Patrick Swanton blamed the violence on the Twin Peaks management in remarks to television broadcasters. He noted that the police gave the management the option of allowing officers to take up positions inside the restaurant to quell any violent reactions by the patrons. The management spurned the offer.

So, the cops waited outside for the violence they predicted.

More than 160 bikers have been detained for questioning as either material witnesses or persons of interest.

Police are advising everyone to avoid the area, to stay home and stay safe, after demanding that shop owners in the mall close their places of business about 4 p.m. on Sunday.

Just like similar rivalries stretching back in time as far as Tombstone and the OK Corral, or the intense vendetta between the professional Dallas gamblers Henry Noble and Benny Binion during the forties and fifties, the cops have settled down to wait while the outlaw bikers kill each other off.

Banditos gun down Cossacks in raid at Twin Peaks restaurant, Waco

Twin Peaks

Correction: The conflict between the Bandidos Motorcycle Club and the Cossacks M/C was not an attack by one side. It was a result of a long-standing level of tension over the identification of the Cossacks including a bottom “rocker” on their colors that says “Texas.” Following a Confederation of Clubs meeting at the restaurant, a long-standing feud erupted into gun violence.

UPDATE: There are now 9 confirmed dead victims of the gun attack.

Waco – An uncomfirmed death toll of 7 and an unknown number of wounded resulted when members of the Banditos Motorcycle Club entered Twin Peaks, a restaurant similar to Hooters, guns blazing.

An hour later, as a helicopter kept a constant vigil over the parking lots at the Central Market Place, located at the intersection of Highway 6 and I-35, Waco police spokesman W. Patrick Swanton told media and citizens alike, “Y’all need to go home. We have no idea who is here and whether they are armed.” He emphasized the threat of further gunplay as officers made people back far away from the scene of the crime where victims and witnesses were quarantined by officers from DPS, local police and the McLennan County Sheriff’s Department.

Yvonne Reeves

Yvonne Reeves learned from her husband Owen, a member of the local chapter of Cossacks Motorcycle Club, that their son Chain perished in the gun attack.

One sad vigil took place as Yvonne Reeves, mother of a member of the Cossacks Motorcycle Club of Waco, learned from her husband Owen, who was still stuck inside the restaurant awaiting questioning by police, confirmed that their son is dead, a victim of a gunshot wound fired in anger that claimed his life.

I have no idea where they took him, she said of her son “Chain”

…Where would they have taken him?” she cried, as she called members of the family on her cell phone to come to Waco in this time of grief. “Listen, you stop that pickup truck and park it. I can’t hear you,” she yelled at a relative in a plaintive voiced touched with hysteria.

Merchants in the immediate area were requested to close their places of business because of the public safety risk posed as rumors flew mouth to mouth in the crowded parking lot where thousands of people milled around to see what would happen next.

One prevalent rumor was that hundreds of bikers are headed to Waco – among them members of the targeted local chapter of Cossacks.

Cossacks M:C

No information is currently available about arrests or the apprehension of suspects. None of the victims have been officially confirmed dead by authorities.

– The Legendary