Posse Incitatus

More Hutaree comedy gold

This just gets better and better.

For those who missed it, the Detroit News has a summary of yesterday's bumbling.

Short version: the judge isn’t buying what the FBI is selling. Naturally, the prosecution has to bring up Oklahoma City:

"With somebody like Timothy McVeigh ... we don't know what would have happened had law enforcement been able to intervene before the events took place."

Waterstreet's comparison of the Hutaree case to the Oklahoma City bombing case drew hisses from relatives of the defendants seated in the courtroom and shouted objections from defense lawyers.

I’m surprised the prosecutors haven’t yet brought up Hitler analogies.  As I noted yesterday, one of the problems the FBI has encountered in selling its story to the judge is that the wild-eyed fanatics didn’t actually have any of the bombs they were going to set off:

The Hutaree members also face charges of attempted use of a weapon of mass destruction. But defense lawyers have noted no bombs were among the large amounts of weapons and ammunition seized from defendants and said the only explosives set off at Hutaree training exercises were supplied and detonated by an undercover FBI agent who infiltrated the group.

Hmmm, so if these guys are the next incarnation of Tim McVeigh, maybe teaching them how to make bombs is a bad idea.

It looks like the prosecution turned to the rocket scientists at the BATFE to answer my question about whether the firearms are illegal, with more hilarious results:

On Wednesday, Waterstreet called Special Agent Brian Leuttke of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives to testify that four of the rifles seized had barrels shorter than what's allowed by law.

But [Judge] Roberts did not allow Leuttke's testimony after defense lawyers complained they had received no notice that the ATF agent from Grand Rapids had been brought in overnight and they had received no copies of his report on the allegedly illegal weapons.

Oops!  Nice to see that the judge isn’t merely going to take the government’s word for it. 

As I noted yesterday, you don’t need a doctorate in physics to determine if a gun is illegal.  Unless it’s stolen, automatic or sawed off, it’s legal. If the barrel is too short, it is considered a handgun and would have to be registered with the Michigan State Police.  Failing to register it is a state, not federal offense.

Michigan's firearms laws are gathered in a handy compilation at the State Police web site.

The question of what counts as a "short-barreled rifle" is a sticky one, and at least from the documents given there, has never actually been nailed down in law (former gun-hating Attorney General Frank Kelley wrote an opinion, but those are a little ambiguous under the state Constitution).

The upshot is that the prosecution's case seems to be pretty thin gruel.

This is perhaps why today the prosecution was reduced to playing scary tape recordings:

In the tape, David Stone says that others talk about taking on the federal government directly but it makes more sense to begin the fight at the local level.

"It's your local PD (police department), morons," he says on the tape. "You know where they live. I know where four county cops live. We can go burn their house down."

Joshua Stone volunteers that he knows "where at least one Hillsdale undercover cop lives." And Sickles says: "I know where half the Huron cops live."

David Stone discusses killing a police officer and then using bombs to attack the scores of officers drawn to the slain officer's funeral.

"I'm thinking' IEDs, and you just blow the whole convoy up. Boom!" he says on the tape.

These guys sound like utter buffoons.  The FBI was correct to keep an eye on them, especially since the other militia types didn't like them much, but that's about all they needed.  My speculation yesterday that this bust was timed to discredit the Tea Party and tap into some of the Oklahoma City anniversary coverage (gee, they keep bringing that up, how convenient) is looking more compelling than ever.

The irony - and possibly tragedy - is that by forcing the issue, the feds may well let these loons walk but with improved explosive and organizational skills.

Another brilliant success for the administration.

Gary Gygax, R.I.P.

I see that Gary Gygax has failed his final saving throw and has lost his last hit point.

I never met the man, in fact I never even went to a convention, but Dungeons and Dragons in various incarnations has consumed thousands of hours of my life.

The thing about D&D that was fascinating was not that it earned some pretty fanatical adherents, it was how quickly it spread into the mainstream.  When I was in middle school, we formed a lunchtime group over the winter and started our own campaign.  It was made up of the usual suspects – the nerds.

The funny thing was how many other people – non-nerds – wanted to join.  Eventually we had to put a cap on new players because the game was simply too big. 

Within the gaming community, Gygax was a controversial figure.  He’s reputed to have “stolen” the copyright on D&D and despite having his name on it, never duplicated its success.

As a system, D&D was clunky, badly edited, horribly laid out and in terms of game balance, it sucked rocks.  Yet millions of teenagers paid for these books – campy artwork and all – because it allowed them access to their inner hero.

With D&D, one could put aside being a middle-class high school kid with all its uncertainty and awkwardness and instead embark upon a glorious career of conquest and adventure.  I agree with Gygax’s assessment that computer games have ruined a lot of what role-playing achieved.  Though its players were famously anti-social, at least you were playing face-to-face with live human beings.

Computer role-playing games, either against a machine or unknown online human players, doesn’t have that.  If anything, our imaginative outcasts are becoming even less able to deal with other people.  It is for this reason that I don’t much care for computer games and have never bothered to do online roleplaying (which in my college days consisted of MUDD or MUSH or some such nonsense).

Now we have World of Warcraft and its competitors, and clearly something is lost in the translation.  Maybe it is a harbinger of things to come: an increasingly impersonal world shaped by technology rather than personal interaction.

But from the 1970s until the mid-1990s, Dungeons and Dragons were the only outlet creative folks could find.  If Gygax didn’t write it, he at least was part of it the creative process and was bright enough to recognize a good thing when it came along. 

So let us pass the dice and roll up a new character in honor of the original Dungeon Master.  Rest in Peace.

Army Strong; Leftist Weak

The Posse was amazed and truly impressed by the Army recruiting video featured over at Blackfive.

Though our first response to the new Army slogan, "Army Strong," was one of deep cynicism, the feature converted us. It is brilliant.

The interesting part about the campaign was not the overwhelmingly positive response the video received in the comments, but the superficial and hateful remarks by anti-war readers.

On one level, they can be disregarded as nothing more than comments-section trolls looking to start a flame war. However, many of their arguments hearken back to the old "chicken hawk" slur that the left has deployed with numbing frequency.

As has been repeatedly pointed out, the "chicken hawk" argument is ultimately no argument at all, but an attempt to end discussion. It is an exclusionary tactic. However, it also bespeaks something deeper - a long-festering contradiction within the anti-war Left that is only now coming to the surface.

Forty years ago, the anti-war Left attempted to make a virtue out of cowardice. "Don't be a hero" was an admonition to survive and a rejection of the traditional value society placed on courage in battle. Indeed, the Left smeared soldiers as "baby-killers" and mindless deathbots whilst elevating slacker middle-class college students as moral exemplars.

To the anti-war movement, sitting at home and smoking pot in your parents' basement was not just physically more convenient, but morally superior to heeding the call of one's country and serving honorably - even valiantly - in the military. This was denounced at the time by traditionalists as "cowardice." But the Left attempted to turn the tables. "No," they argued, "cowards follow orders. Truly brave people do what they believe is right," which apparently involved a lot of student deferments and ski vacations in Colorado.

For the next three decades the Left persisted in this narrative, deriding military men at various times as: brainwashed victims, starving conscripts, repressed homosexual rapists, and mentally unbalanced killers. The strange thing about all of this is that for all its revolutionary thoughts, the Left was still constrained by the "coward/hero" framework. Though explicitly rejecting the notion of physical courage, it could not successfully discard the concept - the best it could do was try to invert it.

This is what makes the Left's use of the term "chicken hawk" so noteworthy. After forty years of trying to eradicate the idea that military service includes the virtue of courage, they are now embracing it in an effort to smear their political opponents. Refusing to serve in time of war is once again "cowardly."

But there is more to this than just an attempt to score political points. What is really going on is that, deep down, the Left is facing a situation where its own moral failings are painfully clear. That is why the use of the "chicken hawk" term has become so wide-ranging as to be meaningless.

For example, it isn't merely enough to smear military-age civilians who simply choose not to enlist. No, serving military members have been called "chicken hawks" because they have not remained in theater on a continuous basis. Essentially, no level of courage is enough for the anti-war Left.

One may counter that they are merely trying to mirror the values of the military community to expose its alleged hypocrisy. But if that is the case, the Left is utterly blind - the military is remarkably at ease with people who support them but don't serve. They also understand that not everyone can be a rifleman kicking in doors 24/7, 365 a year.

Now a slight digression.

Some years ago, the Posse had the incredible honor of meeting Joseph Beyrle and several of the surviving Tuskegee Airmen. Beyrle (who died last year) was the only American to serve in both the U.S. Army and the Red Army during World War II.

A paratrooper with the 101st Airborne, he was captured behind enemy lines and sent to a prison camp in Germany. After making his escape, he linked up with advancing Soviet forces and - since they were allies - served along side them. He was badly wounded and, to make a long story short, returned home after being given up for dead.

Beyrle and the airmen were both scheduled to speak before a group of students and entered the building from different entrances. When he learned the Tuskeegee Airmen were also in the building, he insisted on meeting them.   They were equally insistent on visiting with him.

This meeting was one of the most sublime, powerful things we have ever seen.

The Tuskegee Airmen are legends within the USAF, with an unmatched record for valor and coolness under fire. Here was a gathering of true heroes and the moment of their meeting was profound.

They looked each other over with total respect. They chatted briefly about where they had served and it turned that they knew some of the same prison camps (one of the Airmen, Col. Alexander Jefferson, was shot down and captured).

They then posed for a group photo. Surrounding this august gathering were active and reserve military members. They were utterly in awe, treating their guests with hushed reverence. It was clear that every one of those younger folks were thinking the same thing: here are men that are better than me.

It was said not with pride, or resentment, but complete, selfless admiration.

Many shook their heads at some of the stories, doubting that they could do half as well. As for the Airmen and Beyrle, they radiated the calm of people who have had their mettle tested and have been found worthy. They didn't have to prove anything to anyone. These warriors were in the autumn of their lives and they were at peace.

We mention this because it shows a clear line between the military community (which includes civilian family and friends) and the anti-war movement. The military is often alleged to be close-minded and arrogant, but in fact they are deeply humble.

Even the most swaggering officer is brought up short before a true hero. If you don't believe us, ask Blackfive, or LT Smash, Greyhawks and the others.

At its core, the military understands that there are people out there who are better than you. And they venerate them.

The anti-war Left cannot get over itself in this regard. The cult of self-esteem is so pervasive that they simply will not accept that they are inferior to anyone - yet - and this is the really important part - in their hearts they know this to be true.

And it pisses them off beyond all reason.

That is why they lash out with such venom at every veteran they can find. For all their comforting platitudes, their empty moralizations and their hollow claims of courage, they know that men and women who have worn the uniform and endured hardship in the name of freedom have done something they never can do.

They should admire them, but to do so would utterly upend their precious worldview. So they resort to name-calling instead. We will note that true heroes do not need medals or citations. Indeed, they often don't think of themselves as all that extraordinary. But every one that we've met has had a calmness about them, a sense that they've passed some internal test.

Indeed, we've met more than a few warriors who, while at peace with themselves, avoided the term "hero." "The real heroes are in Arlington," is often a remark we hear. Modest yet at peace with one's own service - this is the model of true valor.

The anti-war Left knows this, and despite itself admires it. And it drives them crazy.

A More Realistic Wargame

The Posse has long partaken of wargaming. In our case, the games involved cardboard counters and miniatures rather than computers, but the intent (to study strategy and have a little fun) is similar.

The U.S.S. Clueless posts a link to the kind of wargame that we don't have but maybe should:

Well, below is my open letter to the Real Time Strategy gaming cartel. I want a War Simulation. A real one. I don't want little cartoon tanks jostling around in a video sandbox chewing down each other's health meters while a preteen opponent insults my sexuality using every key on his keyboard except the ones with letters. I want an RTS game that will give me a stress headache after an hour and an ulcer after a week. I want to identify experienced players on the street by their Thousand-Yard Stares.

Excellent reading.

Shakeup in the gaming world

A couple of modest developments for those with an eye to gaming.

Hot on the heels of i-kore's demise and rebirth (as Urban Mammoth), now comes the news that Andy Chambers, long-time Games Workshop designer, is leaving the company.

For most people, this is of little consequence. But for the Posse Incitatus and his cohorts, this is big.