American Insurgency: Another Glimpse at the Near Future by Bill Buppert

Publisher’s Note: Previously, I published a fictional narrative of a very personal nature that painted a grim picture of the possible outcomes police aggression and over-reach in America will look like. I suspect the future holds a much more macabre reality on a larger scale of the insurgency against statist police militarization and misbehavior that is recognizable by anyone in America who is paying attention. On reflection, large swaths of American history are influenced by the machinations and misbehavior of government policing mechanisms like the twenty years of tax and regulatory enforcement by the British Regulars in colonial America and the two Fugitive Slave Acts (1793 and 1850) that created the formative police state in America before the Second American Revolution in 1861.

This isn’t about the misdirection and illusion of the national election of the latest gaseous meat-puppet running to purchase the Offal Office. Want a barometer of political delivery of freedom? Pay attention to the real practice of politics on the streets of America by the enforcers of armed bureaucratic will, the badged thuggery. That’s the true measure of liberty, not your ability to elect yet another feedlot owner in the next quadrennial serial killer beauty contest. Nation-states are nothing more than rather sophisticated plantation combines scattered around the planet.

I would like to press home that I wish this to remain a work of troubled imagination but I fear that the government domestically will keep pushing until the following fictional account becomes a bloody reality. I had promised this chapter would take on a proportion even more dramatic than the last one. There are literally thousands of angered and maligned former vets with very special skills who could pull off much of what I describe in not only one city but many simultaneously and I assure you the police are not prepared and they will respond in a fashion that will bring even more of the same. The most obese occupation in America have all the best kit at tax Helot expense but neither the skills nor discipline to use them to effect. There is a reason they sell regular production “tactical” pants for police with 60′ waists. Five feet…

This is yet another sample chapter from my novel in progress.

In other news, I have just completed five of six parts of a series I am doing with ProfCJ at the Dangerous History Podcast on Irregular Warfare. Due to technical difficulties (on my part), we have yet to complete it but we are working on it. Indeed, we started with one part anticipated and ended with six and potentially more.

I wrote the Foreword for my friend Jim Rawles’ latest book, Land of Promise, which is now available for pre-order on Amazon.

 My books are available on Amazon and I would love some honest reviews if you have the time. -BB

“Jim, what did dispatch say about that accident up ahead?”

“Three miles ahead near mile marker 43.”

“Call that in that we are on the way.”


Wiley listened to the portable police scanner, the older gentleman who had manhandled the steel cover strategically on the overpass that night with his son had a father who was an engineer like himself and had observed the Operation Plumbbob tests in 1957 as a test administrator and had told his young son the story of a 2000 pound steel cap that had been launched into the air during the Pascal-B portion of the test. It gave him an idea. In the opposite direction.

The manhole cover dropped approximately 45 feet from the overpass and weighed about 150 pounds, it cratered into the front windshield of the patrol car and pasted the driver and his companion, they were both dead within minutes. The occupants saw a blur and faded to black in a millisecond. The patrol car actually lost 15 miles per hour in an instant with the impact it was so severe.

Three months ago, Wiley had been stopped for a broken tail light by the very same cops he had just killed. That night they had stopped him for a minor traffic violation and before everything was said and done, he and his wife had been beaten and tazed and he watched as his wife was mauled by both men for coming around the car to defend her husband. She was still traumatized by the event.

Wiley would not let that stand.

He was not alone.


The news was peppered with frothy reporters and other government apologists getting on the “war on cops” bandwagon. Even though the historical incidence of cops killed in the line of duty had increased, the ratio was still seriously skewed on the number of dead Americans on the streets at the hands of the cops. The ratio had rocketed from about 30:1 to 55:1 as frightened cops started shooting and tazing even more innocents than previous records.

For the first time since the 1930s, cops were actually facing a nascent resistance to their occupation on US streets. One could see the emerging trend line of distrust of the police with the 1972 Drug War ratcheting up the war on civilians and the inevitable perverse incentives that slowly militarized and polarized the cop on the street against the ordinary civilians they were allegedly protecting. The police bombing of the MOVE headquarters in 1985, Waco, Ruby Ridge and then finally 9/11 had opened the floodgates for government abuse of even the most mundane variety being escalated to mortal consequences for the slightest resistance to the authority of the police forces.

Newton’s Third Law was going live with a vengeance.


Decker turned to Rourke, his features hardened in a frown. “Alright, Bill, it looks like we have a green light, everyone is in position.”

Bill Rourke: “Roger, I think every infil and exfil is covered.” They hunkered down in the cramped confines of the tunnel below the busy street above. The street wouldn’t be busy for long because the police were cordoning off the parade route for the funeral for six cops slain at Decker’s hand in a raid gone bad a month earlier.

“Decker, once we go, there is no going back.”

Decker nodded morosely.


The delivery trucks looked perfectly ordinary with the famous logo on the side recognizable by anyone who ever received a parcel at their home or business. On close inspection, they were packed with every variety of package and some larger boxes bearing various commercial legends on the cardboard. Rourke had arranged four of the trucks at various points on the parade route. Bill had used the advice of a “long hole miner” to properly synchronize the explosives and the propane tanks. Depending on the side of the street the vehicles were parked, the starboard or port-side axis of the trucks had been strengthened with asymmetrical commercial trailer shocks and thick metal on the same vehicle walls to make the blasts directional. Several of his colleagues had spent time in the sandbox and provided their C-IED expertise. The entire crew involved in the operation had unpleasant encounters with the police or family members had been maimed or killed. Rourke’s own daughter had been murdered by the local Sheriff’s Department.

So far none of the badged malefactors had suffered anything more than administrative leave. That would change this morning.

Rourke knew this was a gambit he would not ultimately survive most likely.

If the cancer doesn’t kill me, the manhunt certainly will.


The Tucson police assistant chief swiveled in his chair and stared at the manifest in front of him. They were conducting a mass funeral for the slain officers from a month previous when the failed raid had cost the lives of the men and the killer, Decker, was still at large but the subject of a nationwide manhunt. They’d been knee-deep in planning this politically important event for the better part of two weeks.

Chief Smith: “How many PD’s have sent representatives?”

Thank God this is the last meeting.

Slater responded: “Sir, 1305 departments have sent a total of 1576 officers to attend the funeral, one of the largest turnouts in recent history. This tragedy has really united the blue line. Here in the department we will have 426 mustered for the funeral to include attendees and traffic control along the route. We also have a fairly sizable contingent of Feds and inter-agency jurisdictional pax coming to the funeral. No total numbers yet.”

“God, that’s a lot of cops in one place. Any chatter on the inter-agency task forces and fusion centers on any threats to the event?”

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When Push Comes to Shove: A Glimpse at the Near Future by Bill Buppert

FreedomFightersouthern-viPublisher’s Note: In the near future, weapons confiscation laws are going to get worse as the blow-back against police misbehavior, over-reach and perennial escalation start to force reactions that the maximum state has not anticipated. This is part of a chapter drawn from the novel that I am currently writing, The Cancer Club.

Per my previous posting, I had mentioned the fictional account creates a sharper narrative to draw some of the lessons out that would otherwise be lost in a dry supposition of what the future may hold. This is one of two fictional accounts I’ve created, this first one personalizes a singular event while the second one will speculate on what a complex attack against police forces in the US may look like in the not too distant future in which the casualties and death toll are much higher.

These are works of fiction and any resemblance to persons alive or dead is a mere coincidence but any similitude to a close future when the government assumes it can maim and murder at will may be a keener harbinger than any one should be comfortable with.

I have mentioned in the past that the US government has done itself no favors with the global wars it has waged that has trained thousands of young men in the myriad miseries of warfare, especially urban fighting. I offer this as a small taste of things to come as the police discover that Newton’s Third Law applies in their sphere too.

Consider this a cautionary tale of the undiscovered country in front of all of us.

In other news, I will be completing the last half of our four-part series on Irregular Warfare (Part I and Part II) with the estimable Prof CJ at the Dangerous History Podcast this weekend. I promise a proper intellectual thrashing of the ever-fashionable COIN-dinistas who have wrought destruction and mayhem globally. -BB

Ed “Chilly” Hernandez had been on the Tucson PD force for eleven years and four years on SWAT. After a National Guard deployment to Afghanistan in 2010, he had been selected to be on SWAT and then commanded a team. He was heavyset but fit and had craggy features that had seen lots of sun in the Arizona desert.

He stood in the ISO room and looked around at the five men gathered around the table. Manning had been stretched thin with the increasing frequency of “high risk” warrant service.

“John Decker is the subject of tonight’s dynamic entry. Per the directive that just came down, we are hitting a number of violators who have been flagged on the DHS list for weapons offenders. He appears to have four unauthorized rifles and two pistols that we are charged with confiscating. He is a military veteran and possesses a CCW for the state of Arizona so we have to consider him armed and dangerous.” He continued. “When we stack, we’ll roll in a four-man stack and Ron and Chico will cover overwatch in the rear.”

He turned to the two men he just mentioned. “Ron, need you on the rear of the house in overwatch with Chico. I need a green light from you once in position. We will be rolling at 0200 and I hope to breach no later than 0245. Questions?”

Chico: “Yeah, what did this old guy do wrong or are we just confiscating his guns?”

Ed sneered at Chico. “Shit-can the NRA bullshit, Chico and do what you’re told. We don’t make the laws, we bust the heads to enforce them. Alright, lads, time hack on my mark.” He stared at his watch and hesitated. “Now, 2335. Okay, lots of preps before we roll. Questions?”

He entertained a few questions and they scattered.

The men left the team room and scattered to their bays to prepare for the operation. Chico hung back.

“Hey boss, I think this is really fucked up. I read through the warrant and it is fucking boilerplate. How many of these have been issued, seems like a mimeograph order.”

“Chico, let me know when you want me to kick your ass off the team because of your silly notions. Otherwise, get to it.”

Chico frowned and stepped out to get his gear prepped and the vehicles ready. They were rolling in a department MRAP and he had a checklist as long as his arm to get it ready to move.

He moved to the back area where the MRAP was parked and put the lights on in the vehicle park. They silhouetted the hulking vehicle. 14 tons of mine resistant armored hardware, the department complained about the fuel mileage but wait until they got the bill for annual maintenance. He lowered the powered rear ramp and stepped inside to PCI the vehicle and get it ready to roll. Despite its size, the interior was cramped and not comfortable by any standard. Chico set to work.


John slept fitfully in the chair, woke up and rolled over to the couch. His watch read 0217. As he laid down, he rolled on his right side and winced as the holstered Glock made the change rather uncomfortable. He leaned into the couch and closed his eyes.

He drifted off again.


All the men on the SWAT team gathered around the vehicles, the MRAP and a chase van. “Alright, men, secure your gear and let’s mount up. Everyone should be clear on the snatch and grab.” Some of the men rolled their eyes at the insipid use of military argot for the night’s crime mission. Ed had always been a hard-ass who liked his job a bit too much. The men grumbled as they struggled aboard the transports and radioed in their departure. The advance patrol unit was already near the apartment complex to recce and make sure all preparations were complete.

The trucks rolled out in one smooth convoy out of the TPD Operations Complex underground parking and continued for the short journey to Decker’s house.


Decker’s eyes flashed open when he heard the neighbor’s dogs go nuts, he didn’t live in the best area but he paid attention to canine alerts. He usually didn’t hear from the bedroom but the living room was much closer to the small yard next door. His hearing just wasn’t what it used to be. He was a terrible housekeeper and did not realize that the pile of clothes in a basket next to the door would save his life in the next few minutes and change it forever.

He heard the dog yelp next door and go silent.


Ron cleaned the knife off on the dog’s coat after he slit its throat. He squelched his mike twice for the all clear. He hated dogs and took pleasure in killing the mongrels. He had left a trail of their bodies scattered around Tucson. He smiled as he slipped the knife into the sheath and Chico frowned at him.

Chico whispered: “That’s fucked up, man, stop smiling like the Cheshire cat. You just creep me the fuck out, psycho.” He grimaced and turned to the apartment in front of them.

Ron gave him the finger and settled into a low prone at the back of the apartment complex. He and Chico were the rear security team so he pressed his cheek into the stock of the surplus M24 the department had gotten from the DoD. Chico sidled next to him and dropped his NODs in place. Ron wasn’t wearing NODs relying on the night vision on the gun platform, another gift from the Pentagon through the 1033 program to TPD.

He spoke into his mike: “All clear, chief.”

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American Policing and the Coming Domestic Insurgency by Bill Buppert

“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?… The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If…if…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation…. We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.”

― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Publisher’s Note: Just finished Part One in a four part series on Irregular Warfare I’m doing with ProfCJ at the Dangerous History Podcast, take a listen. _BB

The federal government apparatus in America has de facto and de jure federalized all police forces. All the cheap talk by the race hooligans of every pigmentation is fatuous and disingenuous at best. It’s done already.

There is no political actor in Washington who has even challenged the narrative and script that every government supremacist edict in America descends from the Feds. From the blunted secession movements like Vermont and Texas to the Drug War to the increasing militarization of the thin black and blue line, one thing becomes crystal clear: the police in the 19,000 departments across America are simply the pointy end (if not intellectually dull and diminished) of all politics. This isn’t simply an American phenomenon. It’s planet-wide and historically correct that absent these armed and uniformed thug forces, no political bad actor could deprive one human being of their liberty and individual volition.

The news and the interwebs are packed with stories and analysis on the emerging violent and capricious police state that is blanketing America. I have written extensively as has the brilliant William Grigg on the morbid details of the police state in all of its grotesque and totalitarian glory.

Now we hear the usual suspects in the government media complex mewling and writing in panic at a “war on police”. No such war exists, yet.

As of this date, the cops have stacked up 846 corpses murdered this year in the streets (this number does not include what I suspect is a much larger corpse-count in the vast Federal and satrap gulag system across the country). I have to make my standard disclaimer that I think this is highly suspect as a lower number due to mis-, under- and non-reporting by the authorities on these Helots murdered across the country. Of course, a British newspaper has to provide the numbers because the fiscally strapped Feds can’t bother with maintaining such a database.

Be very careful combing these numbers, 43 Helots were murdered by police wielding “less than lethal” tasers during this same year and that number just so happens to be a little more than the number of line of duty deaths for cops in America for the year by their own admission. 29 cops have died as a result of criminal mayhem directed toward their person; the remaining figures have nothing to do with this to include 9/11 illnesses and vehicular pursuit. By their own admission, gunfire deaths are down 26% this year. Yet for every cop dead, approximately 30 civilians die for each one.

Also keep in mind that the police will blame others for their own firearms mischief and apparent suicides will be ruled as “negligent discharge” to protect the insurance coverage of fallen armed bureaucrats.

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The Constitution: The God That Failed (To Liberate Us From Big Government)

Publisher’s Note: I thought to conduct my annual savaging of the Constitution on this day. My colleague Paul Bonneau thinks thrashing the slave creed is the wrong idea.  We have a gentleman’s disagreement.

Happy Constitution Day, fellow Helots.

So government is restrained and smaller now?

Constitution Day is the annual homage to one of the most devilishly clever instruments to make a slave people think they are free in Western history. The political coup occurred a mere three years after the divorce proceedings from the United Kingdom in 1783 where thirteen separate nations sat across from the King’s legation in Paris. Imagine such a legation of vassal states today after fighting the central power in DC. We can only dream. The land of the free and home of the brave under current Constitutional constraints solved the question of individual sovereignty at the individual and state level with Lincoln’s clarification on Constitutional totalitarianism in 1865 and further cemented it in the years to follow. The 13th Amendment removed chattel slavery and the 14th Amendment promptly put every human on the landmass in eternal slavery and obeisance to a strong central government. America is just one big happy plantation now.

A quick thought experiment is in order. If the Second Amendment has any meaning, how does one explain the Constitutional imprimatur and stamp of approval on the 1934 NFA, 1939 US v. Miller, 1968 GCA, 1986 FOPA, 1989 Bush prohibition on the importation of cosmetically offensive weapons and the very existence of the BATFE? All government approved and enforced; move along citizen, no infringement here.

The answer is elegantly simple: limited government is impossible and the rulers do as they please using the document that destroyed the state’s individual presumptions and nationalized the edict and issue of executive regulation to the atomistic level. The Federalist project was a means to effectively manage tax cattle and when possible invade the rest of the planet with the contagion the document created to put every human being under its power on a permanent feed lot for the zookeepers in government to harvest as they wish.

There’s a handy chart in my original LRC essay that compares the two documents here.

One additional observation: is it not instructive that in every case where an individual seeks redress against government abuse, they never use the body of the Constitution but the anemic Bill of Rights the Federalists objected to? Read Hamilton’s weak arguments against the Bill of Rights in Federalist #84 for a clue where these scoundrels were headed. Hamilton, who may be appropriately labeled the Original Gangster in the pantheon of home-grown violence brokers who have labeled themselves politicians is Exhibit A in why government should never exist in the first place.

Boston T. Party was a great inspiration to the ideas here. I count Boston as a personal friend and his contribution to the jeremiads against the infernal Constitution are much appreciated. Boston’s brilliantly titled Hologram of Liberty (revised in 2012) is now available on Kindle.

Gary North does a great job tackling the germination the leviathan state in the USSA here.

The government tyranny you witness everyday is what the Anti-Federalists warned you about. But what do they know?

Constitution Day is not a day of celebration but a day of mourning for what could have been. Every tyrant of every stripe across the USSA smiles when they see the American booboisee clamoring to get the Constitution recognized in whatever fictional representation that haunts the aggrieved party advancing the idea. Everyone is getting it good and hard, have no doubt. –BB

“By rendering the labor of one, the property of the other, they cherish pride, luxury, and vanity on one side; on the other, vice and servility, or hatred and revolt.”

~ James Madison

“But whether the Constitution really be one thing, or another, this much is certain — that it has either authorized such a government as we have had, or has been powerless to prevent it. In either case, it is unfit to exist.”

~ Lysander Spooner

Today, 17 September 2014, is Constitution Day. There will be paeans, abundant commentary and church-like observances of the glories of this document in making us the most blessed nation on planet earth. This essay suggests a contrarian thesis. The Constitution is an enabling document for big government. Much like the Wizard of Oz, the man behind the curtain is a fraud. In this case, for all the sanctimonious hand-wringing and the obsequious idolatry of the parchment, it sealed the fate of our liberties and freedoms and has operated for more than 200 years as a cover for massive expansion of the tools and infrastructure of statist expansion and oppression. Among the many intellectual travels I have undertaken, this is one of the most heart-breaking I have ventured on. I want to acknowledge the compass-bearers who sent me on this journey: Kenneth W. Royce (aka Boston T. Party) and his seminal book, The Hologram of Liberty and Kevin Gutzman’s Politically Incorrect Guide to the Constitution. For most of the political spectrum in America, the document represents their interpretation of how to make this mortal coil paradise. Even in libertarian circles, it is taken as an article of faith the Constitution is a brilliant mechanism to enlarge liberty and keep government at bay. That is a lie.

The document was drafted in the summer of 1787 behind closed doors in tremendous secrecy because if word leaked out of the actual contents and intent, the revolution that had just concluded would have been set ablaze again. They were in a race against time and did everything in their power to ensure that the adoption took place as quickly as possible to avoid reflection and contemplation in the public square that would kill the proposal once the consequences of its agenda became apparent. They were insisting that the states ratify first and then propose amendments later. It was a political coup d’état. It was nothing less than an oligarchical coup to ensure that the moneyed interests, banksters and aristocrats could cement their positions and mimic the United Kingdom from which they had been recently divorced.

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The Other Fight: Understanding Conventional Warfare by Bill Buppert

Publisher’s Note: Many worthies, ordinarily self-professed “special operators,” (I never knew so many could exist) have been making much of the American if not Western expertise in building, fighting and dashing enemies with unconventional warfare (UW).

This is a myth.

Per UW, modern post-WWII US special operations forces never do long dwell-time partisan/guerrilla creation and improvement. Foreign Internal Defense (FID) does not a guerrilla make. They didn’t even do it in Vietnam (six month rotations in and out). The 39th Special Forces Detachment, 1st Special Forces Regiment was apparently tasked with this mission in Berlin for partisan activation but demobilized in 1984. The mission never materialized.

Of course, some secret squirrel government apparatchik can huff and puff it’s been done but it’s a state secret, don’t you know. Yeah, right.

I find it most interesting that counterinsurgency dominates all the statist literature on how to prosecute these conflicts. Think of this much like the foolishness of counter improvised explosive device (IED) task forces and think tank bloviations on how to technically defeat mine warfare which has been in existence for millennia. Why haven’t the mandarins bothered to nominate massive brain trusts and expenditures of tens of billions on counter-rifle warfare or such arcana?

As a matter of fact, when things get really sporty in the coming Endarkenment descending on the USSA and the Slave Forces (SLAVFOR) start fighting against the inevitable insurgency that is germinating in the states, watch how well that works out. I assure you it will be much like the bloody Kansas and Missouri conflicts in the South before the War of Northern Aggression where Federal involvement built and motored a southon resistance from scratch with scorched earth tactics.

You should read the interview I appended with the fascinating German General Hermann Balck, which I refer to below in the essay. He proposed that a way to make mines work even better is to emplace dummy mines at a ratio in excess of 50:1 to drain enemy time and resources. Food for thought for the coming festivities.

In order to contest an insurgency, one must understand why they occur and what machinations make them remain afloat and expanding despite the massive influx of First World military technology, manpower and vast treasure. Well, the answer is rather simple: invasion foments insurgency and the more of the former the more robust the latter in response.

The West for all its trillions spent, tens of thousands injured and time and resources utterly wasted can’t seem to grok that rather simple fact.

Want to win a counterinsurgency? Pack up and leave. No Muslim insurgency since the end of the War to Save Josef Stalin has been defeated.

Enough of that, I owe the readership a list on 4GW but today we’ll tackle a top five list of readings in the conventional spectrum and I will not endorse Clausewitz despite his titanic presence in these strategic circles that discuss warfare.

Here’s the bottom line: the US has not won a conventional conflict much less an unconventional conflict despite the trillions spent and the wholesale creation of one of the largest and most technologically advanced armed forces in the history of mankind since the end of the War to Save Josef Stalin.-BB

I have tackled reading lists for military matters before that I crafted. So I wanted to update the list with a more focused addendum that discusses how and why mass conventional armies operating on the full spectrum of conflict behave in success and defeat.

There are plenty of serviceable unconventional/4GW/guerrilla lists out there but I think my readership deserves one I would recommend. That will be forthcoming after completing this one.

But first, I’ve crafted this top five list on a more conventional military perspective of military reading for Second and Third Generation baseline military theory and practice because if you don’t know that, you can’t fight 4GW; how can you guerrilla if you don’t know what are centers of gravity, command echelonments and logistical needs for SLAVFOR in both meat-space and decision cycles? There are many other concerns in addition to these.

I’ve spent a little time in combat zones and can claim no great laurels whatsoever but I have had my eyes open and opened.

Much of IRB/IRA leader Michael Collins’ success is that he had a fair amount of former veterans of the British Army in his flying columns. Not special operators (isn’t every vet nowadays?) but regular mud-boggers who had seen the grinding death-machine of the British Army in France during WWI. Collins was a titan in guerrilla warfare in the 20th century but many of his methodologies were born of observing first hand how conventional units behave.

It’s been December of 2001 in Afghanistan for nearly 14 years, ground-hog day from the Chief of Staff of the Army to the lowest Afghanistan National Army private. The day the last Western boot leaves Afghan soil, Kabul will come under siege and fall in a month. Again, trillions wasted to make the military industrial complex flush with money and the region awash in corpses and mayhem after the Western incursion.

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An Open Letter to Glenn Beck on His Adored Police State

Mr. Beck,

I’ve been both astonished and amused at your success. I think you have taken some courageous steps as a media personality, such as leaving the cesspool of the American northeast to strike your own media brand in Texas. You’ve established your own independent media outlet. You have plumbed history in a way for most folks that they weren’t accustomed to in school. This, in spite of your recent admiration for the historical quack and Evanjellyfish, David Barton who makes Michael Bellesiles look like a model historian.

You didn’t always arrive at the right conclusions, but asked important questions.

But now I suspect you have made a faux pas that puts any of your good works in the hazard.

You’ve become the police apologist that every lover of freedom and liberty in America dreads. Frankly, this is morally monstrous on your part because you’re rationalizing the very worst aspect of any government on Earth throughout history; the notion that you must take a bat or worst to anyone who dares to defy or disobey the state and its armed functionaries in ensuring all statist edicts are obeyed no matter how asinine, immoral or ineffective. You endorse the initiation of force against innocents. It’s much like cheer-leading the Cheka in the USSR. “We need to address a few bad apples on both sides of the line.”

The kind of person who buys the dissembling narrative of the thin black and blue line. You’ve gone so far as to call for a national day of prayer to stand up for the “besieged” police forces nationwide. All 19,000 departments, chock-full of unionized armed Leninists whose only loyalty is to the rulers, and whose only task is to be the pointy and bloody end of all laws across the fetid plain. Apparently, they’re a bloated and self-serving government union you can get behind. Next, you will be a champion for the NEA and AFT.

Cops hit, steal and kidnap for a living, by statist fiat. They employ the impossible moral calculus that immoral means will yield moral ends. They advance the absurd notion that the Nuremberg defense will cover everything they do.

The police are the standing army the Anti-Federalists warned us about.

Some cops get killed, everyone loses their minds and the police fill their pants in fear and fury. Yet for every cop killed in the US, thirty civilians perish at their hands.

Thirty to one. Forty one have died from “non-lethal” tasers alone this year. Forty one, almost twice the number of police dead so far in “criminal” encounters on the job. This nearly twice the number of cops fallen at the hands of “criminals”.

Because the cops have stacked up 787 corpses this year alone, as of now; mostly on pretenses that would put normal mundanes in the hazard in the judicial system. Their special status gives them a license to murder at will.

Mind you, I don’t trust the number and think it is low due to non-, under- and mis-reporting by the legal apparatchiks and their cheerleaders in the media. After all, the Feds don’t maintain a database of civilians killed by police. No, that task falls on a British newspaper and a few dedicated individuals nation-wide who try to track this. This certainly doesn’t include the vast  gulag (largest per capita on Earth) the US maintains in its many cage systems for human livestock, from the local to the Federal level.

Robert Higgs make the cogent case why good cops are merely a chimera and a mirage.

“The whole Good Cop / Bad Cop question can be disposed of much more decisively. We need not enumerate what proportion of cops appears to be good or listen to someone’s anecdote about his uncle Charlie, an allegedly good cop.

We need only consider the following:
(1) A cop’s job is to enforce the laws, all of them;
(2) Many of the laws are manifestly unjust, and some are even cruel and wicked;
(3) Therefore every cop has to agree to act as an enforcer for laws that are manifestly unjust or even cruel and wicked.

There are no good cops.”

All laws.

All malum prohibitum laws that have no victim but the state, and no beneficiary except the government.

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Why Does Anarchy Make Everyone Fill Their Pants in Fear? By Bill Buppert

Publisher’s Note: Please read Paul’s brilliant post on Peak Obedience at his site. It dovetails nicely with the screed below.

You can buy both of my books at Amazon. Just published the second volume on 24 August, the anniversary of the British burning down of the Offal Office, an appropriate date to launch on. -BB

“But this theory of our government is wholly different from the practical fact. The fact is that the government, like a highwayman, says to a man: Your money, or your life. And many, if not most, taxes are paid under the compulsion of that threat.

“The government does not, indeed, waylay a man in a lonely place, spring upon him from the road side, and, holding a pistol to his head, proceed to rifle his pockets. But the robbery is none the less a robbery on that account; and it is far more dastardly and shameful.”

  • Lysander Spooner

Don’t hit and don’t steal. Absent these two things, no government on Earth could exist for an hour much less centuries. Once the state has secured the means to threaten or initiate violence, this prerogative becomes the exclusive preserve of the monopolistic state. Political science is not about elegant ways for humanity to co-exist

an·ar·chy ˈanərkē/ noun noun: anarchy absence of government and absolute freedom of the individual, regarded as a political ideal.

The definition means that rulers don’t exist but rules do. This is not paradoxical but makes perfect sense.

I am the first to admit I embrace a dystopic vision in which human society will be rife with failures, mistakes and foibles, we’re only human after all. And freedom will yield results not endorsed by everyone. But this barking mad idea of taking the worst of humanity and giving them the reigns of power over millions when they can’t even govern their own misbehavior. Th is is insanity.

But the notion of anarchy scares the shit out of Americans across the fetid plain. The notion of not having legions of armed busybodies ready with the bat to apply the wood shampoo or worse at the behest of the ruler de jure makes most American men shiver in terror.

I know the A-word makes most humans quiver in fear and loathing so I employ a less charged word – abolition. I am an abolitionist and opposed to all forms of human slavery whether it be chattel, bondage, indentured, taxation or regulatory.

All of it.

It’s a bit disconcerting to think that one would have to defend the notion of abolition in polite conversation but that is the American salon today. Quivering women of both sexes shaking in trepidation at the thought of not having a master across the political spectrum. Fortunately, I have no place on that spectrum since politician is a nice colloquialism for violence broker and I will not participate in selecting the latest psychotic kakocrat to parade into the Offal Office or its subsidiary satraps.

Think about that.

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Food Insurance by Greyman

Publisher’s Note: Greyman and I have known each other for years and he has some words of wisdom to impart. A few thoughts from my perspective. Gardening of any food is hard, just tough work. If this is something you are considering, you need to start tomorrow morning. My wife is a master gardener and we have had food gardens as large as 2500 square feet in the inland west from the Idaho cold to the arid desert of southeastern Arizona. Every climate zone has its own eccentricities and tailoring farming that needs to take place. In one instance, we put 16 tons of sand in the soil to increase porosity in the desert soil. Your mileage may vary in your location.

There should be a network of master gardeners in your area who will talk for hours on how to do this if you ask. But gardens take years to mature and your first few years will full of legions of mistakes from “volunteer” genetic cantamelons because of proximity planting to acidic soil conditions to learning how to tame tomato plants (20 foot cattle panels bent into an arch solve the problem nicely).

The Internet ‘verse is a huge wealth of information for gardening in your local area. The amount of learning is intimidating for the novice gardener but the satisfaction of delivering your own food is worth it. By the way, there is nothing cheap about gardening.

Learn to can. -BB

As the stock market burns today an oft-predicted day of reckoning seems to be at hand. Perhaps you are ready for this type of catastrophe or perhaps it is taking you completely by surprise. If the present economy does collapse, which it very well can, it will likely set off a chain reaction of events that will lead into a Greater Depression.

Having studied the first Great Depression I have found the most common hardship experienced by that era was that of hunger. Because of this I am proposing a form of “Food Insurance” that may help you weather the coming storms.

There will be a window of opportunity for those that are not prepared and I have a suggestion as to where that opportunity might lie…farming. During the first great depression there was a group of people scarcely affected by the cataclysmic events circling the globe. The rural subsistence farmer had a hard life and during the depression it just continued to be hard. Rural subsistence farmers do well during economic hard times assuming they carry little debt and the bank doesn’t take over their land. They tend to have food in abundance, which is the most important commodity.

If you have the idea to be a subsistence farmer as a hedge against the end of the dollar as we know it there are a few things to keep in mind.

It doesn’t take much land. If you are willing to grow mainly plants and small animals, a family of five can be supported on an acre of land. This is assuming the land has a source of water available. In arid regions more land may be necessary in order to catch the water in man-made earthen features called swales.

Hand tools are more useful than power tools when it comes to small-scale farming: shovels, rakes, saws, axes etc.

Hopefully your land has some dirt on it. It is pretty hard to grow a garden through rocks.

Don’t worry about tilling the soil. Many farmers are practicing “no till” farming with great success. Plants roots are used to break up the soil and make nutrients more available. Worms do an amazing job of keeping soil from being compacted.

Try and pay cash for your subsistence land and never borrow against it.

If you don’t understand gardening and farming try and get help. The learning curve is steep and you will have some failures. If you want to be into food production in a hurry then don’t be shy about asking for assistance.

If your “homestead” will be far from where you work consider getting a “sharecropper.” A sharecropper is someone who works your land for a part of the increase. Free rent for a camper and all of the food they can eat is appealing to certain people. Meanwhile the soil is being developed and will be ready when needed.

Don’t get discouraged if the economy doesn’t collapse right when you thought it would. Do you get discouraged when you don’t cash in on your car insurance policy? How about life insurance, do you want to get your money out of that anytime soon? This is just a form of “hunger insurance.”

Learn form the Permaculture movement. This “natural farming” movement has become mainstream in the past three decades. It is a method of working the land where the least amount of energy is used to get the most amount of food. Type “Permaculture” into YouTube and spend a few weeks learning. Then go out and do what you have learned.

Relax, nothing lasts forever. If you have enough to eat and some kind of roof overhead you’ll be fine.

ZeroGov: A Vision for an Unshackled Humanity by Bill Buppert

Basic RGBToday, I’ve released the new book I just published. The new book is ZeroGov: A Vision for an Unshackled Humanity.

On this day, 24 August, in 1759, William Wilberforce was born; the British abolitionist who put his shoulder to the wheel to derail and destroy the English sponsorship of chattel slavery. He is one of the patron saints of this site.

On this day in 1814, the British burned the Offal Office and White House to the ground. Nearly a quarter century after the ghastly Constitution cast its eye of Mordor over the fruited plain while settlers fled and raced west to escape its grasp. Little did we know the portent the British offered for the sheer loathing the White House would inspire planet-wide in the intervening years.

I can’t think of a more auspicious day to unveil the debut of my new book. The second volume of essays covers the following years of 2012-2015 accompanying the first volume.

I had originally planned to simply expand and revise the first volume but at nearly a thousand pages, even in an electric medium.

Please be sure to pick up the book at 3.99 on Amazon and take the time to leave a review if you see fit. The first volume is here.

The abolitionist project is picking up steam and people are waking up and seeing that the chains are real and the shackles need to be sundered. I hope this book puts steel into the movement and provides a minor intellectual boost to feed the gathering storm.

I am presently working on two additional books, one a novel called The Cancer Club and the other a non-fiction book on applying ancient philosophy to modern business.

Abbey’s Road: The Desert Anarchist and the Joys of Non-Compliance by Bill Buppert

Publisher’s Note: Just discovered a curious cat named Richard Louis “Dick” Proenneke who lived alone in the Alaskan wilderness for 35 years. I’d requested a data cache from friends sent to me of documentaries while I am OCONUS and happened on these. Several documentaries by Bob Swerer were made based on Proenneke’s diaries and homemade film records of his exploits. The journals are a wonderful testament to his skills as a a writer and naturalist if not world-class builder and expedient materials fabricator. Many brag on their wilderness skills but Dick shows how it’s done. Take a look for yourself. -BB

They may torture my body, break my bones, even kill me. Then they will have my dead body, but not my obedience.”

– Gandhi

“Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.”

-Edward Abbey

I am opposed to the government death penalty; I am also pro-life which makes me blessedly consistent.  I don’t trust the government to be able to have the responsibility to mete out the severest penalty and to do it either professionally or with no ill intent.  In the smaller sense, the evidence is massive of the queue of innocents who have been shot, hanged and poisoned for crimes they did not commit.  In the larger sense, government puts us all on death row and it is just a matter of time before the statist cops kill you in your home or vehicle or we suffer a massive die-off in America from an EMP burst that takes us from now to 1850 in one second.

I use this preamble to frame my severe skepticism of the state doing the right thing…ever.

I am not opposed to the death penalty in my house if an intruder comes in to do harm to me or mine.  I am a Flinter in temperament and predisposition.  Most of the laws on the books are noxious, useless and liberty-draining in their essence.  Malum prohibitum is the state saying don’t do that because I told you not to.  A monstrous fallacy whose logic only serves to reduce subject populations to assessed rentals on their freedom that can be wrested away at the drop of the constabulary’s hat.  I daresay that one could throw every statute book into the bonfires across the nation when Americans finally wake up and throw off their shackles of serfdom from the local to the national level and folks would not find themselves in danger but would stumble into prosperity. As a matter of fact: “If US federal regulation–and all the money it receives, generates and spends–were evaluated as a standalone economy, it would be the 10th largest in the world, behind Russia and before India. That’s right, our federal regulations outrank, in terms of overall output, the economy of the second-most populous country on Earth.”

This is simply astonishing. The brakes on civilizational advance imposed by government are incalculable.

Will commerce and everyday living really come to a screeching halt because the cops don’t show up to work or the sloth-like city landscaping crews refuse to shamble from their abodes to dawdle at make-work throughout the burgs of America?  All of a sudden, the economic illiterates peopling the municipalities across the nation go on strike for higher wages and more vacation time for weeks, nay months; will the country stagnate and fold onto itself?

Things would be difficult for about 24 hours and then voluntarism, persuasion and cooperation would emerge as the factors that make life worth living.  No utopia this and there would be scores settled and inevitable failures but only the individuals would be responsible and not the nameless strangers who lord over every facet of our lives like pawns on a macabre chessboard.  The heavy hand of the state and its shambling yoke-tenders would be out of work and the country would revitalize itself.  Tens of thousands of Americans would wake up the next morning and look to the east and exclaim:  “You can go away now; we have awakened from our prison slumber.” Ed Abbey made me say this.

I found Edward Abbey’s 1959 thesis on “Anarchy and the Morality of Violence” over the weekend while reading a small tome entitled “Epitaph for a Desert Anarchist” by James Bishop, Jr.  I have been an Abbey reader most of my adult life and found his books amusing and penetrating.  He held a lifelong distrust of all authority, especially the state and the thesis provides an insight into the flame that burned in him at a rather tender age. In reading the thesis, I am astonished that nearly sixty years ago in an America long gone, he faced the same fears of overweening government and the creeping police state emerging into monstrous being.

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