"In every war, no matter how great a government's power, its rule is never absolute. In every war, no matter how allegedly righteous the cause, the effort is never total. No campaign has ever or will ever be fought with the leadership united in favor of it and with the rank and file unitedly behind them. Always there is a disgruntled minority that opposes a war for a multitude of reasons such as reluctance to make necessary sacrifices, fear of personal loss or suffering, philosophical and ethical objection to warfare as a method of settling disputes, lack of confidence in the ability of the leadership, resentment at being called upon to play a subordinate role, pessimistic belief that victory is far from certain and defeat very possible, egoistic satisfaction of refusing to run with the herd, psychological opposition to being yelled at on any and every petty pretext, a thousand and one other reasons. No political or military dictatorship ever has been one hundred percent successful in identifying and suppressing the malcontents who, typically, conceal themselves behind a veil of silence and bide their time." Eric Frank Russell, "The Wasp"Sometime in the near future… The Antifa bus convoy was a motley sight indeed. Ever since the entire movement had evolved from the now relapsed Occupy movement, the Soviet Bolshevik flavor of the adherents had become more apparent in both their garb and street theater. They’d even co-opted the militia element with armed rebels posting on the web and creating video docs of training with firearms in remote locations. The red bandanas and hammer and sickle were becoming far more common than before mixed in with the masked heroes parading about. The Red militias appeared to be just as corpulent and motley as the conservative variant that appeared in the 1980s and 1990s. The three buses and various vehicles came to a stop outside the small remote town of Courtville in southern Utah. A tiny memorial to Chief Walkara who was a licensed slave trader in the territory, was located near the town square. The Antifa were expanding their guerrilla theater to the rural enclaves now emboldened by the spectacular success and cover provided by the media in big cities across the country. Charlie glassed the colorful convoy and whispered into the mike: “On their way.” He got a squelch in reply. The staties had set up a cordon but were half-hearted at best. The Mormon community was intensely gun-shy about engaging the Antifa crowds in Utah. Salt Lake City had seen some action but the local police tended to turn the other cheek and let the Antifa agitators have their way. The police briefly stopped the convoy but apparently the “permits” onboard were good to go. The buses continued into the tiny town and rallied ‘round the square where the statue to the aboriginal chief was standing.