Friday, June 5, 2015

The Ghosts of Mount Carmel

     I spent a huge investment of time last night trying to get a handle on this Twin Peaks thing, and I think I've just about got it. Now, to read this, you're gonna have to open your mind a little bit, liberals don't worry about it, just read the latest on Bruce Jenner instead. First off, remember that we're dealing with  human beings, the bikers, not the cops. I'm gonna just come out and be up front with you, the cops are out of control. At some point they became militarized and we the people became them the targets. That's one factor in the equation. 

     The other factor are motorcyclists. Just like all Italians aren't in the Mafia, all motorcyclists are not in a gang. We've all seen the Hollywood version of Biker Clubs, tooling up and down the freeway with names like "Animal," running station wagons of nuns off the road and raping everything in sight. Of course you get the image from the loyal opposition on the other side pointing out Christian Bike Clubs and the Patriot Guard. The truth is somewhere in the middle. 

     The most violent Biker "Gang" is far and above the vermin running around the streets of Baltimore. I dare say "Animal" would make a better Mayor than that city has right now. Most, not all, are Veterans. The fundamental belief of all motorcycle enthusiasts is freedom. The idea to pick up and go on the spur of a moment. The problem is that when you lay a foundation you invariably construct a building, and the idea of biker freedom becomes clouded with rules, imposed to maintain some sort of "order" which is the main reason for getting on a Harley in the first place. 

     The oxymoron is that people who have basically rejected American Corporate culture would lay out rules and territorial claims, diving right back into the very quagmire they rode away from in the first place. Laying out standards for jackets, and symbols, charging fees for registering clubs, and the more dominant of the clubs ruling with an iron fist over late comers. Time to move farther west, Cowboy Bob! 

     So let set the stage at Twin Peaks on May 17th. There were two main groups, the Cossacks, and them nasty old Bandidos. Then there were other groups, but they were really like that little prick hiding in the wrinkles of Jabba the Hutt back in the old Star Wars days. So, they all show up at this beer joint for a big meeting, the invited, and the not so invited. And who is out in the parking lot, but Barney and the twelve Fifes, loaded for bear, and hating anything on two wheels.  It doesn't MATTER what was discussed in the bar. It doesn't MATTER what "territories" we're "infringed" upon, what matters is a fight broke out between a bunch of bikers drinking beer in a Bresturant. Of course this has never happened before, and the police, taken quite by surprise but the event, we're consulting their procedures and guidelines right up until the first shot was fired. Of course the snipers opened up and shot everyone who wasn't smart enough to zig zag as they ran from the fire. 

     The police then proceeded to arrest everybody, save the priest giving last rights, and giving statements to the press. They DID find that in the manual, under "spin." They then took all of the arrestees down to the jailhouse where a Justice of the Peace slapped a one million dollar bond on one and all to send a "message" to the populace, which it did. The good people in New York now have confirmation that Texas is overrun with Hell's Angels, and redneck judges who look like Roy Bean. Oh, good job Sparky! 

     Fact: A biker fired the first shot. Happens! Happens here in Killeen all the time. Fact: Before this there was a fight. Fact: The cops ate donuts and watched said fight. Aren't they supposed to serve and protect. There were OTHER people in that bar just eating. Fact: No cops were harmed, not even heat stroke. Now the cops will fall back on this so-called "investigation" they conducted in the preceding months constructing this picture of an enormous criminal empire, run by the Bandidos that controlled the flow of dope across the border. I'm not saying some bikers don't do dope. Some cops don't eat donuts. What I am saying is after the event public information was virtually cut off, even autopsy results and privately owned security video. PUTIN is more transparent! 

     What should the cops have done? Uh, move in and break up the fight? You think? Sometime BEFORE the first shot was fired. Wouldn't this have been a better headline: EIGHT BIKERS ARRESTED YESTERDAY AFTER SCUFFLE AT TWIN PEAKS. We need to see where those bullets came from, we need to see that video footage, and we need a REAL judge to become involved, because I'll assure you, every lawyer worth his salt is wearing out horses to book a room in Waco right now. 

     Waco has always been two bubbles short of plumb. If God were to give the world an enema He'd stick the hose right in the middle of Waco, Texas! I don't like Waco. I won't drink Dr Pepper to this day because it came from Waco. If there were a nuclear war and me and a girl from Baylor were the only two people left on the planet the human race would be doomed! You can't even pray in Waco. A bunch tried, and they burned 'em up. The clubs involved that Sunday did so to be fair to the other regions. Usually they would meet in Dallas or Austin. Maybe should've sniffed the ground out at Mount Carmel before ordering that first beer . . . You think?

     

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