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Secularists submit!

Having mentioned Bill Kristol in my column today, I was reminded of a really cool copy of Oriana Fallacci’s The Rage and the Pride the Weekly Standard sent me after I reviewed the book for the magazine.

“Always love your country — but never trust your government!” If every journalist lived by Robert Novak’s credo, this nation would be a far more entertaining, enlightened and admirable place.

My weekend with the kids.

Instapundit posts on the recent scary* ABC News story — “Fear for Obama’s Safety Grows as Hate Groups Thrive on Racial Backlash” — and notes that “we didn’t see this kind of concern when people were saying the same kinds of things about Bush.”

I suspect that’s true. And it reminded me of the threat of eco-terrorism.

For nearly seven years, the nation has turned its terror focus on Al Qaeda and the hunt for Usama bin Laden. But there is a domestic terror threat that federal officials still consider priority No. 1 — eco-terrorism …

FBI estimates place damages from these attacks at well over $100 million. So far, no one has been killed.

It’s a problem that’s unlikely to go away.

If Rush Limbaugh “legitimizes people who are on the edge to go do something or say something,” as the ABC piece points out, couldn’t others make a strong case that people like Al Gore, or other global warming hyperalarmists, are legitimizing environmental extremists? After all, if you incessantly preach that humans are destroying the earth for our children with mansions, beef and gratuitous energy use, isn’t it our moral obligation to do something?

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*”The Paranoids Are Out to Get Me!” Jesse Walker at Reason has a great piece on the militia scares.

“If anybody did escape, they’d have a surprise,” he said. “We’re a community of hunters. Just about everybody has guns.”

Though his obsessive habit of denigrating anyone he disagrees with can become grating, there is no getting around the fact that James Wolcott is a tremendously talented writer*. I read him all the time.

But this post hit me as both humorous and logically unstable.

Glenn Beck Must Love Hitler, He Has Him on the Show So Much

So while I was writing the post below, I had Fox News on mute, and glanced up at one point to see Hitler’s face staring back at me in closeup. Then a three-quarter shot of Hitler, montaging into another evil, menacing closeup.

It was Glenn Beck’s show, of course. And not the first time I’ve seen him parade the Fuhrer across the screen.

Glenn Beck must love Hitler, he has him on the show so much. Those mesmerizing eyes, staring at us from the deathly depths of psychopathic depravity, yes there’s something about those twin dark pools that Glenn Beck can’t resist.

If we allow that Glenn Beck “must love” Hitler because Glenn Beck purportedly features the notorious despot repeatedly on his television show, certainly we can deduce that James Wolcott must love Rush Limbaugh ( at least 96 mentions on his blog), Sarah Palin (276), Michelle Malkin (39), Jonah Goldberg (56) and Glenn Reynolds (28)/Instapundit (13) .

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*by “talented,” I am referring to prose style not substance.

“… except for eight kids called the Wolverines.”

Isn’t it about time someone produced a remake of Red Dawn? In this somewhat (convoluted) new version, the Chinese will be invading the United States.

Judging from some of the casting news, I’m comforted in the fact that the remake will feature the same type of top-notch talent that make the original such a classic.

All this Red Dawn excitement reminded me that four years ago I had worked the movie into a piece I wrote for the Denver Post about a survivalist shop near my home (no link available).

Speeding south on Broadway recently, I spotted a compelling storefront sign. It read “Don’t be scared, be prepared!” The slogan made so much sense that I decided to investigate Farris Survival in Englewood at some future time. I am now a devout survivalist.

Years ago, profoundly influenced by the classic 1984 flick, “Red Dawn,” which detailed the invasion of Colorado by, yep, the Nicaraguan and Cuban armies, I swore I’d be prepared for the worst. My heroes, those defiant Wolverines, battling the commie tanks and helicopters on horses with BB guns. (Tagline: “The invading armies planned for everything – except for eight kids called the Wolverines.”)

Was it Patrick Swayze’s masterful Jed Eckert or the perplexing Matt, played by Charlie Sheen, that made “Red Dawn” so realistic and prophetic? I simply don’t know. But just read the paper. Some of the international players may have changed, sure, but the peril is real. North Korea has nukes. Russia has a yen for the good old days. That
thug in Cuba is probably still planning a Colorado invasion. Yet, it turns out, survival is tricky. My homeowners association won’t allow me to paint my own house, so I can only assume that a request to construct an underground high-protection shelter in my 200-square-foot “backyard” will be pending indefinitely.

What’s more, the wife stubbornly maintains that recruiting my 3-year-old daughter for a well-digging project is idiotic, immoral and almost certainly illegal. Would C. Thomas Howell be deterred? Of course not. Somewhat disappointed, there is no peevish bearded fellow silhouetted by confederate flag. No cranky Vietnam vet flipping through an underlined copy of “The Turner Diaries” at Farris Survival.

There is, nonetheless, a gracious young woman named Shantel Farris. “How ya doing? May I help you find something?” she asks. Well, I’m going to need some food. Shantel directs me toward the Chicken a la King No. 10 can, which weighs 2 pounds and has a 30-year shelf life. With a family of four and an obese cat, I’ll probably need a few thousand cases. They go for $32.10 a pop. Maybe the “Just In Case Unit,” which includes 28 packages of freeze-dried meals – pasta primavera, beef stroganoff with noodles, turkey tetrazzini – is more my speed. It’s on sale. (If the packaging on this stuff is any indication of the taste, it’s going to be a long nuclear winter.)

“My father-in-law, Bob, started this place two years ago,” Shantel explains as I examine a gas mask with a gas filter and a PVC hood. “He’s a survivalist, but he’s not paranoid or anything.” But what about reading material? You have to get “Total Resistance: Swiss Army Guide to Guerrilla Warfare and Underground Operations,” written by Major H. von Dach. The book is full of tactical information that remains “invaluable even today.”

One Amazon.com reviewer writes that the book is “useful against oppresive (sic) tyrants everywhere.” I also should grab a copy of “The U.S. Armed Forces Nuclear, Biological and Chemical Survival Manual” and “Nuclear War Survival Skills” for some supplementary educational reading. Before I head out, Shantel wonders if I might be interested in some potassium iodide pills, which are protection against radioactive water poisoning. No? High-powered binoculars? A knife? Wait, is that a machete? Wow. All of this surviving is a remarkably expensive. Is it worth it?

Well, remember this poignant moment in “Red Dawn,” when Powers Boothe grunts to a Wolverine: “You think you’re tough? You eat beans every day? There’s a handful of scarecrows left in Denver give anything for a mouthful of what you got.”

Think about that when you make fun of my Luggable Loo.

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