And so it goes. Every day the hammer of big government can be heard in every state in the land, chip, chip, chipping away at the very foundation of our democracy. And though the militias don t always get it right, they are at least alert enough to recognize the smell. Your neighbor belongs. Your friend down the road.
Professional people belong.
Good ole boys and yankees belong. They are young men, old men, and every age in between. The militias have folks with high expertise in every area of the military arts they have others who wouldn t recognize the business end of a rifle. They have folks who can shoot the eye out of a squirrel at a hundred yards, and they have folks who couldn t hit the broad side of a barn with an M-16 on full auto. There are fat militiamen, skinny ones, white ones and black ones.