You know, I consider myself to be just about the farthest thing from a radical that exists.  My former, spectacularly undistinguished career wearing Our Nation's Uniform notwithstanding, I'm really a rather inherently non-violent person; an Opus Dei Catholic and all that, who has been known to almost wreck his car to avoid hitting a chipmunk in the road, and such.

And I'm pretty darn sure everyone who knows me personally would agree.

Yet after reading stuff like this, in the context of this and this, I find myself with visions of sharpening pitchforks, cleaning shotguns and mixing Molotov cocktails constantly dancing through my head lately.  And I'm finding that my long-stored Army field manuals are becoming a pretty good read - for the first time, in many cases.

And if that's the case, I can only wonder what's going through the minds of my fellow morons who may be a bit less - ahem - subtle in their preferred approach to solving political problems.

Methinks none of this will end well.  At all.

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