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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I thank the myriad of Wyoming officials and citizens too numerous to list who variously helped with me information and advice since 1998.
Huge appreciation goes to my several local proofreaders, one of whom was also my graphic artist and produced the stunning cover. Thanks for working so hard under such a cruel holiday deadline! I'm vastly in your debt.
I'm very grateful for the help of Doug and Ancha Casey, Jim Gibbons, Lobo and Sunni, Hunter, and the many good friends of Pablo, Tony, Dr. K, and Mr. Stubbs.
Muchas gracias to the two Marks (and their families) in Wyoming for their editing, and for converting bedrooms (spare and not) into "Boston T. Party Suites" during my visits. The state is in great hands with such men as you!
Science-fiction author Fran Van Cleave in particular was a huge help, and often went above and beyond the call of duty. Molôn Labé! became a much better story because of her invaluable assistance in training this fledgling novelist. Some of her many suggestions are personified in Chapter 2011's character Louella Davis.
Thanks, Fran, for often urging me to "show it" versus "tell it"! (Not that I still don't need gobs of work on that...)
Finally, I thank the support and interest of my dear readers and valued distributors, who waited soooo long for Molôn Labé! to come out. I hope you'll deem it worth the wait.
DEDICATION
I dedicate Molôn Labé! to the many freedom-loving Americans in Wyoming, present and future. See you there!
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FOREWORD
Nach dem Spiel After the game
ist vor dem Spiel. is before the game.
— S. Herberger
The big things in life can't be seen if you're standing too nearby. The dots can't be connected if you're still seeing dots. The opthamological term for this phenomenon is neural lateral inhibition. Not that we seem to notice, as it's something we were born with. Unless you happen to have been born an historian.
For the historically astute, the years 1992-2020 evoked an eerie, though unmistakable, sense of dejα vu. For the keen mind capable of standing back from the current events swirling about him—calmly contemplating an abstract painting across the gallery floor — two dates clearly materialized from the haze. From an historian's ethereal perspective, it was, all over again, 1775 and 1929.
Both dates resembled tidal waves which left behind great swathes of destruction, forever altering the social, political, legal, and economic landscapes. Such is the nature of tidal waves, but ironically, both waves seemed to take the people of their day by nearly total surprise. Perhaps it was because they'd had so many years of gathering swell behind them. The people of 1775 had suffered a lean decade of increasing governmental rules and oppression, while the people of 1929 had rejoiced during a fat decade of swollen false prosperity and bacchanalia.
After each wave crashed, things would get worse—much worse—before they began to get better. But when you're stunned with the weight of the crash and roiling about in its foam, you don't know that then.
In retrospect, the waves of 1775 and 1929 were a sort of cosmic regurgitation—timely aspirations of festering toxicity which threatened the national corpus. But, it didn't last. Proverbs 26:11 was amply demonstrated:
As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly.
The fool of 1775 eventually returned to political despotism; the fool of 1929 inexorably returned to economic witchcraft. In 1992 the dog had returned to both strains of vomit, simultaneously. The heaving was unparalleled. By 2014 a return to political despotism had summoned economic witchcraft, and a return to economic witchcraft had beckoned political despotism.
Will 1992-2020 simply become yet another tidal wave only for future historians to recognize through their unique lack of neural lateral inhibition? Probably, not that this will make their events less surprising, less poignant, less terrifying, or less hopeful for those who lived them.
We could have seen all this coming, but since we could, we did not. The human blind spot is the same for rabbits—straight ahead. To see the obvious, we mustn't look quite at it. And t
his is why we miss the obvious, the looming, every time—because we're always staring right at it. The harder it runs us over, the more determined we become to really focus on it the next time, so that we don't miss it again.
Which is why it will keep hitting us smack in the face, forever. Unless. Unless we learn to step back and use peripheral vision.
Unless we take hockey great Wayne Gretzky's fine advice:
. . . skate to where the puck is going to be, not where it has been.
The Nazis lost WWII with the best mechanical computers of the mid-1940s. The Allies won WWII with the best electronic computers of the mid-1940s. The Nazis skated to where the puck had been. We skated to where it was going to be. The battle goes not just to the swift or the strong; it goes to whichever side first arrives at the next juncture.
Longbows trump swords. Rifles trump smoothbores. Panzers trump Maginot Lines. Dive bombers trump battleships. Atomic bombs trump TNT. Microsoft trumps IBM.
PGP trumps NSA.
(For now. Rumor is they'll soon have a working quantum computer.)
In Western films, we call the next juncture "the pass." We must, for once, "head them off at the pass."
And, finally, we will soon have our chance. We absolutely must catch this bus, as the next one won't be along for a very, very long time.
And where is that band, that so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country shall leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps pollution!
No refuge could save the hireling and slave,
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave.
And the star bangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh thus be it ever when free men shall stand,
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the h'ven rescued land,
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must,
When our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: 'In God is our trust!'
And the star bangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
— verses 3 and 4 of the Star Spangled Banner
You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate
As reek o' th' rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air — I banish you.
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts;
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
To banish your defenders, till at length
Your ignorance — which finds not till it feels,
Making but reservation of yourselves
Still your own foes — deliver you
As most abated captives to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising
For you the city, thus I turn my back;
There is a world elsewhere.
— Coriolanus, Act Three, Scene III
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Introduction
Prologue
1995
2002
2003
2004
2005
2006
2007
2008
2009
2010
2011
2012
2013
2014
2015
2016
2017
2018
2019
2020
2021
Wyoming Report
INTRODUCTION
Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom. As nations become corrupt and vicious, they have more need of masters.
— Benjamin Franklin
Molôn Labé! was postulated on several concurrent premises. While any or all of them could be unrealized in near future events, I view the chance of this as dim. Such is, evidently, my lot to write about unpleasant matters.
The first premise is that the Federal Government will — in the name of fighting the "War Against Terrorism" — unwisely continue to squeeze an increasingly incompressible core, most of whom are politically conservative (Christian, Republican, Libertarian, Independent, etc.). Most of them are gunowners, and many of them are "damn-the-torpedoes" Patriots. Thus, the escalating federal barbarity will eventually encounter a very resolved and highly prepared segment of the populace who will never docilely accept CS gas "inserted" by tanks into their homes, or FBI snipers shooting their nursing wives in the face. Once the gun confiscation raids commence, the Government will have at last crossed that "line in the sand" for 100s of thousands of Patriots. I would give up nearly everything for that day never to arrive, however, the feds apparently believe they can pull it off, so they're going for it.
The second premise requires a market and currency crash, and a subsequently very sharp recession, to which the Government grossly overreacts —causing a depression. Washington, D.C. will make things worse — on purpose. Government is a disease masquerading as its own cure. (The Federal Reserve did exactly this in the 1930s by the hypercontraction of credit when it should have relaxed things instead. But, the Insiders had to make conditions bad enough by 1932 for the masses to clamor for their White Knight, FDR.)
In fact, the fear of a crash may be enough to cause one. Remember, the market is primarily mass perception. Although the stock market has no logical reason to be so bullish (PE ratios of 25-to-infinity are absurd), most speculators (who imagine themselves investors) disagree, so they keep buying stocks. (Besides, all those IRA and 401(k) savings must go somewhere.) Fear, however, is three times more powerful than greed, as bear markets prove by being three times more intense than bull markets.
Another major premise, sequential to the first two, is that America will soon begin to unravel at her seams. As I wrote in Hologram of Liberty (pp. 9/26-33), we are no longer a workably homogenous people. Cultures, values, religions, and politics have splintered and are quickly polarizing. Great clumps of Americans no longer have anything significant in common with each other. We have become two (if not several) countries within an artificial whole. Just because half the country wants blue and the other half yellow, the political solution is not green. No "midway moderate" candidate can win. The 2000 Election clearly proved that future presidential elections must necessarily see-saw between fairly diametrically opposed candidates, resulting in alternating halves of voter bitterness.
The least-worst solution to this awful mess is a peaceful secession or a "velvet divorce" along the lines of 1994 Czechoslovakia (which divided into Slovakia and the Czech Republic). This idea is more and more being discussed. Even the nationally-syndicated columnist Walter E. Williams called for secession in his wonderful essay "It's Time To Part Company":
If one group of people prefers government control and management of people's lives, and another prefers liberty and a desire to be left alone, should they be required to fight, antagonize one another, and risk bloodshed and loss of life in order to impose their preferences, or should they be able to peaceably part company and go their separate ways?
Like a marriage that has gone bad, I believe there are enough irreconcilable differences between those who want to control and those who want to be left alone that divorce is the only peaceable alternative. Just as in a marriage, where vows are broken, our human rights protections guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution have been grossly violated by a government instituted to protect them. Americans who are responsible for and support constitutional abrogation have no intention of mending their ways.
...Americans who wish to live free have two options: We can resist, fight and risk bloodshed to force America's tyrants to respect ou
r liberties and human rights, or we can seek a peaceful resolution of our irreconcilable differences by separating. That can be done by people in different states, say Texas and Louisiana, controlling their legislatures and then issuing a unilateral declaration of independence just as the Founders did in 1776.
...Some independence or secessionist movements, such as our 1776 war with England and our 1861 War Between the States, have been violent, but they need not be. In 1905, Norway seceded from Sweden, Panama seceded from Colombia (1903), and West Virginia from Virginia (1863).
The bottom line question for all of us is should we part company or continue to forcibly impose our wills on one another?
— 13 September 2000, World Net Daily
Do I believe that the USG would willingly allow a national mitosis? No, I think the Federal Government would try to crush any such attempt, as it did in the 1860s. (Note the modern antipathy towards the Confederacy and its flag.) Once, however, the Crash hits and the welfare checks become increasingly worthless through inflation, and federal troops are patrolling the streets, we will become the Yugoslavia of the Western Hemisphere. Then, secession will finally have its chance.
I firmly believe that the Rocky Mountain states will be the place to weather out this imminent "Rainy Decade." They are geographically defensible, beautiful, abundant in wildlife, and are generally populated by honest, "salt of the earth" folks. I highly recommend that you seek high ground now, while it's early and affordable to do so. Relocate to an area with solid, hardworking people, plenty of sunshine, and ample water. Learn a few valuable skills, such as carpentry, welding, gardening, ranching, auto repair, etc., because your "high-falutin" city skills probably will be of little worth for a while. Granted, we will climb our way up and out and rebuild what was lost, however, for a season, things may be pretty basic. (My book Boston on Surviving Y2K covered all this pretty thoroughly, and copies are available from Javelin Press for a real bargain price after Y2æQué?)
The final premise is that the Government will view this alpine convergence of self-reliant Americans as too embarrassing a contrast to the liberal urbanites who stand in soup lines. As the West becomes stronger and stronger, and the East becomes weaker and weaker, the Government will feel forced to act. Partition, much less secession, indicates to the world that Washington, D.C. has failed, and the politicians will do whatever they can to prevent the secession of a state. I expect they'd even call in foreign UN troops (as did the 1960s Congo Communists to forcibly regain the independent and prosperous Katanga region). This is where the "fun" begins.
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