There’s a Mad Man Down in Waco

David Koresh

Once, not long ago, there was a mad man down in Waco. Over many articles my readers have become used to my views on life, religion, and my struggle to understand those views. I didn’t arrive at these without some consideration, but one event seems pivotal to my evolution into a realist. I’m not going to call myself a secular humanist because my friend, Mikee Bee has pointed out to me that the term is more anti-Christian, and that is not my intent, so I’m inventing a new term. I’m hereby initiating the faith of “Wilburism.” There! That makes me my own Pope, so I make all the rules and speak ex catherdra!

I wasn’t going to touch the events in Oregon last night. I have firm views on what’s going on in Burns, but remember that I’m Tex-Centric, and that provides a bias to my reasoning on things like that. I listened to the live feed last night, and was amazed at the number of prayers said, but more amazed as the situation went from lost to found. No angel came down and chased the FBI off, but something did change the hearts and minds of all involved, and the situation went from “lock and load” to rest until tomorrow. Now, this article is going to be long and deep so bear with me. I have a decided point, so those with ears, let them hear.

Man is driven by right, and wrong, legal, and illegal. If you go looking for justice you’ll go crazy. Some turn to philosophy, and some to the Bible. The Bible is a compilation of writings, and books over a period of time spanning from two thousand to three thousand years ago, depending on how you date the original documents, of which there are no longer any original documents. Those are called “autographs,” and it’s very hard to get sheep skin and paper made from reeds to hold up that long. You have the Torah, the five books of Moses, and frankly that’s the most solid documentation I’ve found. The Jews have a number system to verify the accuracy of the Torah, and Jews don’t deviate much, so I’ll go with their system. These books all seem pretty straight forward. Rules to live by, some kind of explanation of who we are and where we came from, and a little outright history of a people trying to carve out their existence in a dry and thirsty land. Then there’s some poetry, a few old guys fussing about the good old days, and a few prophets trying to make sense of it all.

Spring forward about four hundred years and we have the “New” Testament. Now for Christians this collection is a clarification of the Old Testament, for fundamental Christians this replaces the Old Testament. Now, never mind that Yeshua (that’s right, that was his name) was a practicing Jew, up to observing his last Passover a few hours before his death. Rabbi Yeshua even said he didn’t come to change anything. He believed in the Torah down to the last little dot on the scroll. What he didn’t believe in was huge financial empires disguising themselves as religion and selling salvation by the shilling. His message was very simple. What you sow you shall surely reap!

Yeshua never wrote a grocery list, but that’s ok because he had a whole flock of people following after him that we’re more than happy to take on that job. And if he didn’t say it, no problem, they would just put the words in his mouth. Religious scholars pretty much agree that the story of the stoning of the sinful woman probably never happened, but the statement, “He who among you is without sin cast the first stone,” was something that sounds so “Christ like” he SHOULD’VE said it! And the last verses of the book of Mark are such an obvious addition it’s laughable, but that doesn’t stop hillbillies in the back woods reaches of the United States from kissing rattlesnakes!  They pray to God that the snakes don’t kiss back.

There are four gospels. Actually, there were many more, but all the others didn’t get enough votes at the Council of Nicaea and got pushed out. There is Matthew, Mark, Luke, and then some hippy called John. None of these were written by any if the Apostles, but rather by understudies of understudies a couple of centuries later. And since the copies of the copies of the copies were all made by semi-illiterate scribes with agendas we don’t know WHAT they really said!  It is interesting to note that if you look in most Bibles, they say, “The Gospel According to Mark, etc.” You see, in the first century all believers thought Jesus would be back the day after tomorrow so they didn’t bother to write anything down. Couple hundred years later even the slowest of them began to wise up and scurried around trying to assemble the “Gospel.”

The original effort to clarify what Yeshua really meant was a guy named Paul. Now Paul never met him, but he said he saw him on a lonely road, got slapped blind and saw the light. After that, anything that Yeahua really said that was a bit too Jewish for the Greeks and Romans he just fixed it and everyone called it “Pauline.” We all live in a yellow submarine. If you read between the lines of Paul’s letters you’ll see statements like, “See how large I make my letters,” and “If they could have, they would have pulled their own eyes out and given them to me.” Paul was not completely healed on Straight Street, he never lost the spots before his eyes, and in that moment he knelt before the sword, the spots told him that he had seen something! Hence we have hundreds, if not thousands of different Christian sects, all dancing to a different drummer that only they can hear. And, let’s not forget our friends the Mormons, who gave up on the entire proposition and just wrote their own!  I’m not going to get in a screaming debate with these people, but let me just ask, do you honestly believe that an angel appeared to some kid in the woods and gave him ancient tablets?  As a 21st century, thinking man or woman, with toilette paper and an iPad, do you REALLY believe that?  If you do, I will take checks or money orders for that bridge I have on sale. Nuff said.

And we have Islam. Put the fatwas down, I’m not making this an attack on Islam but it’s the same deal. Now, I’m not going to run Mohammed down much because that would take an entire article, but think about it. A cave, an angel, a book, or recitations, ever how you buy it. He was probably an ok guy when he was selling rugs, and whipping camels across the desert, and he certainly had a good gig, but there seems to be a pattern here, ok? Angels get around a LOT! If I ever see an angel I’m gonna ask him, “If you stand before God, don’t give me any book, they’re just misunderstand it anyway, just let the cards fall where they will.” This is because what happened to Mohammed is what happened to Yeshua, what happened to Moses and good ol’ Joseph Smith. You start out with God, give it a couple hundred years, a little theology, and you get God Damn!  One thing, no one can write a book of rules that will apply universally for ever and ever. Times and conditions change, but some people will hold on to the old, kiss them snakes, stone teenage girls, and wear funny underwear. If the “draws” fit, wear ‘em.

I can’t even get into the Hindu faith because it’s just downright silly. The only contribution they ever made from that culture was the Karma Sutra. I have a copy of that. I don’t buy into a single syllable of that faith except for the girls in silk belly dancing outfits, which give me a warm fuzzy, and I guess in a way that is a bit spiritual.

The Creator, if there is a Creator, and I think there probably is, has simply got to be smarter than all that. He, she or it does not go by our rules and I’ll assure you that the originator of everything from atoms to galaxies is so far beyond us that we will never understand it no matter how hard we try. In my book, Sharon, she tells the preacher that theology is man’s feeble attempt to explain the unexplainable. When man runs up against this wall he works around it by accepting dogma. He feels comfortable being boxed in, so long as the box is small, and he doesn’t have to think. And people kill for this. People die for this. People burn people, cut their heads off, bury them up to their necks and stone them to death because God had a friend of a friend who told them to do it. Do I think man has a soul? Yes!  If that soul survives death I don’t know, haven’t been there. One part of me hopes that there is something after the last heartbeat, but that nasty old common sense tells me that five minutes after I die I will probably know just about as much as I did five minutes before I was conceived. I don’t believe men, but I’m not stupid enough to deny Christ.

Why do I think like this? Because God doesn’t own me a thing. When that doctor slapped my butt, and I drew my first breath that was more than I’d earned, and every breath after that was a bonus, so if there is darkness in the great beyond, God hasn’t welched one little bit. Thank you God! That’s a depressing thought, isn’t it?  Not really. Not if you realize that you’ve already been there, done that. And between been there, done that, and do that again, do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Get along with each other. A tribe of MONKEYS can do that. In one handful of dirt in Waco I completely realized the full extent of man’s inhumanity to man.

Now, what does all this have to do with last night? There are three kinds of people in this world, spiritualists, and realists, and a combination thereof. Spiritualists gaze toward the skies and hope for the best. Realists stare at the ground and hope for the rest. Activists see the spiritual, reach to the ground, and hurl the dust into the faces of their oppressors. I am such an activist. I listened intently last night as the YouTube feed broadcast the event in Oregon. It was almost like the Orson Wells “War of the Worlds” radio broadcast. After three hours I was waiting for a commercial. There were four against many, a protagonist, Michelle, and the antagonist, some guy on a bull horn screaming at the people in the building, who were running around like chickens with their heads cut off dropping “F” bombs like they were working for Richard Pryor. Hey, folks, that’s the truth, I’m sorry, ok?

Notwithstanding the gravity of the situation, and most certainly not taking away from the patriotism of LaVoy Finicum, I’d just like to say that we in Texas have “been there, done that.” I went to Waco a few years ago, out on Highway 6, where there’s a vacant lot. It’s not impressive. Kinda sneaks up on you, and you’d be surprised how close it really is to town. I was there setting up the sale of some adjacent land for a group of people, and as part of my trip I wanted to see this particular track of land. If you bend down, and scratch deep enough, even to this day, there are little black flecks mixed in with the caliche. The ashes of Mount Carmel. In the blink of an eye I knew that actions, such as Burns, Oregon will not change anything except the bank accounts of a few movie producers.

Not one supporter showed up in Burns last night to even spit on the FBI. There were up to seventy thousand listeners to the live feed, but the four in the Reserve were there alone. We in Texas know that if we are going to change this we will have to be organized. The FBI, counts on the reluctance of “patriots.” If only two hundred ranchers had showed up last night with deer rifles that situation would have turned around, and the FED would have adjourned for a donut, and brothers and sisters, that’s a fact!

No one came to Mount Carmel either. There weren’t any YouTube feeds back then. The mad man down in Waco, and his little band hung bed sheets out of the windows trying to deliver messages to the media, who had no intention of delivering them to the people, just like last night, and that is a point of interest, because I don’t recall any Main stream Media in Burns last night either. They weren’t even there! This is the part where the realist reaches for the ground, and when I stared at the ground that day, long ago, I saw ashes! And neighbors, until we organize, and get out from behind our keyboards, the FBI and its fellows will bid the ashes multiply!

In conclusion, pie in the sky rhetoric and starry eyed ideals will not win this fight. It’s going to take men and women willing to throw the ashes into the eyes of the oppressors. Ask yourself, what if only one percent of those listening on YouTube last night had walked up to the FBI and just said, “NO?” They can’t shoot us all. Lots of answers in a hand full of ashes.

Patterns

Everyone has a God hole in their head. The theist fills it with whatever brand of God they subscribe to, the atheist with laughing gas. Religion is the ultimate “connect the dots” game. The more apparent the connections, the more faith is reinforced. People love patterns, in fact, we look for them. Man stared up at the stars and saw bulls, archers, virgins and fish. He divided the cosmos into sections, the sections separated the seasons and the wheat grew right on time.

Everybody hopes for something better than this life, and the closer to death’s door we get, the more real the promise of heaven becomes. The funny thing is the minute you get a promise of heaven’s gate, someone comes up with a key that they, and only they possess, and you must abstain, detain, and rearrange in order to use that key. It’s great to go to heaven, but it’s almost as good to see someone else not make it. So we come up hell, lakes of lava, devils, pitchforks, and cantankerous ex-wives to harass and torture those who were denied the key.

The ideas that stem from religion are sometimes astounding to the ones outside the blessed circle. Ideas ranging from eating fish on Friday to holy underwear, caps, shawls and little boxes attached to someone’s forehead. Some of these rituals took centuries to develop. Others just popped out of thin air, like the revival of the faith in the mid 1800s. We Americans were particularly crazy. Everyone suddenly became convinced that the end of the world was just around the corner.

People look for a master pattern of life. The closer to that pattern, the better they feel. When the pattern rips they either leave the pattern, or they repent, effectively mending the pattern. Verily, verily I say unto thee, all patterns are man made. The older, more vetted patterns last a long time. The newer ones, stemming from the original last a while. These are “on sale.” The Catholic faith is tried and true for generations of believers. Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and Westview Baptist church are “on sale.”

You have to stand back and ask what you really believe. Did Mohammed really fly a winged horse to heaven, was David Koresh really a prophet, did Joseph Smith really find anything on that hill? Believers get mad when you challenge their beliefs. You’re ripping at their pattern. To the logical mind all of these things are blatantly false, but you’ll never get past the warm fuzzy they generate for the faithful.

In most religious arguments, unless I’m drunk, I’ll keep a low profile. It upsets me listening to someone argue about something they cannot prove. And it depends on what they’re arguing. If someone tells me they speak in tongues I realize that such an event is between the mind of the believer and the mind of God. When they start with the winged horses and golden tablets I hope they took their medication on time.

I know how the Qu’ran, Book of Mormon, and the Karma Sutra were written. I’m a writer. And the reasoning is always the same. How could this person have composed such a work? How did Thomas Aquinas write Summa Theologica? We count degrees and judge intelligence accordingly but a well read, or experienced person can shame someone with a master’s degree. Smith read extensively, Mohammed traveled widely and Koresh memorized the Bible. Never doubt the power of the human spirit.

Then, there is Jesus. Wanna see how real Jesus is? Just look at all the people trying to rip and tear, and IMPROVE on His pattern. Jesus walked everywhere, never wrote a grocery list, wised off at the high priest, and got himself killed. For two thousand years learned scholars have labored, trying to prove He didn’t just get up and walk out of his grave like he had good sense.

I’m not going to pick apart anyone’s pattern with thus article. What would I win? The pattern they hold to is all they have, and they’re not hurting anyone, so you don’t take that away. What do I believe? I believe there’s a great big spark in the sky that caused it all. There is no tornado through a junk yard producing a Buick. You can’t possibly look at creation and not perceive a creator. Can we understand the spark, moreover can any book or pattern fit? No! The Kingdom is within you. Do unto others . . . If you just do that one thing it will be enough. If books, garments, and winged horses make it for you, that’s cool, just don’t put your horse in my stable. When someone tries to fit their religion on you it won’t work any better than borrowing their false teeth.

The American brands of religion are mostly “out there.” Freedom of religion is like baptizing a cat. They sit at opposing ends to the religions playing field, and they’ve all got “the truth!” Joseph Smith received a revelation telling him all the churches were false. So did Mohammed, David Koresh, Jim Jones and every sidewalk, soapbox preacher looking forward to the end of the world. The true believers go to church, pray, talk in tongues, and try to follow their pattern doing unto others. As the Master said, “Know them by their fruits.”

Do I have the answers? Will my teeth fit your mouth? Probably not. This is hard to talk about because you end up ripping at the fabric of someone’s life, and that’s never good. So, by and large, I keep my understandings to myself. I tell my dog. She’s a Lutheran. Most of the time I just keep my mouth shut as they try to dip me in that lake of fire they’re so proud of. Peace out!

There’s a Mad Man Down in Waco

“There’s a Madman down in Waco!” So were the words to one of David Koresh’s songs. I’m going to examine here who the mad men really were. We will examine the human mind, the events in Waco in 1993, and the facts! I’ve found that it becomes easy to ascertain facts by going backwards. You look at what you know happened, and work back from there. Where you surmise a theory, and then make it try to fit, the shoe invariably will not fit. Better to look at the end, and then try to find out how we got there. The end; the federal government burned alive eighty some odd men, women, and children in Waco on April 19, 1993. What led us to that point? How did the government, by the people, of the people, and for the people end up burning up the people?
You’ve been told that David Koresh was the fanatic leader of a cult called the Branch Davidians, camped out just off Highway 6 in Waco, Texas. You’ve been told that he was a pedophile, a terrorist, a danger to society. You’ve been told the ATF just strolled up to the door of Mount Carmel one Sunday morning to serve a warrant for some infraction involving paying a fee for certain weapons within the compound. For some reason the people inside the compound decided to declare war and take on the United States while their leader babbled insane ramblings about seven seals. You’ve been told American Idol is an honest show where the best of the best rises to the top. All of these suppositions are a lie!
First, let’s talk about religion. We all struggle with the meaning of life, why we are here, what are we doing, and where are we going when we leave here? Some people look to faith to explain this. Simple faith is a wonderful thing. Did you know that in order to properly hit a golf ball you have to imagine hitting through that ball? You have to have faith that the ball is going to fly properly and land in the middle of the green, and brothers and sisters, if you have that faith, why God will just miracle that little puppy into a par four quicker than spit! I’ve seen it done. Can I have an amen? It’s when you try to justify faith with scripture that things get tricky. The deeper one digs into scriptures the more obtuse it becomes. People get ideas of what they think the end product should be, and what started out as Jesus is coming soon ends with seven trumpets, seven seals, seven vials, seven headed horses, and a partridge in a pear tree. There’s even a pretty girl running off across the desert getting chased by a rattlesnake, and all of this fits into some grand scheme of “Jesus is coming soon,” but if any part of it doesn’t fit the walls come a tumbling down. Then comes along someone who connects all them crazy dots just a little bit better and starts a “religion.” Now, so long as Jesus is coming “soon,” and not “now,” you got no problem. Imminence is the problem. So long as the second coming is an abstract theological idea that’s all well and good, but when you become convinced that the next knock on the door is the Almighty Himself if takes on a whole new perspective. Every thought, every Bible read, every conversation adds to, and supports the anticipated event, but like I said, so long as said event is “out there,” and not “in here,” what does it hurt? Build a better house, cook a better pot of beans, BE your brother’s keeper, for you never know at what hour the Master will return.
When you have a group of people waiting for that, so long as it never comes you sell a lot of Tums to them and chuckle dryly. But, what happens when you have a knock at the door, and it’s not Jesus, but an out of control government with a whole new perspective on who the Master is? This Master won’t tolerate back talk from anyone, especially those kooks out there on Highway 6 who don’t want anything to do with them as they wait for that seventh seal to be opened ushering in the new Jerusalem, according to David Koresh 1:1! Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition! And, we have the perfect storm of, please excuse the pun, “Biblical” proportions.
You know, the Bill of Rights is a funny thing. Fairly simple, direct, written to solidify the rights given by God to people from time immemorial, and codified by God Fearing men who had just taken on the most powerful empire in the world. Let’s start working back from there. The right of the people to bear arms shall not be infringed. Ok, the Branch Davidians were people, right. Now, it’s hard to tell after Janet Reno and Bill (send a pizza to 1600) Clinton finished cremating them, but in all appearances they were people. Consider this: If the second amendment meant what it said, could it be possible that every “gun control” law since then is illegal? You Think? Now, Google how many times the Branch Davidians attacked Waco since 1934. It is said that they failed to pay a $200 tax for a fully automatic weapon. Well, again, not constitutional, but what would the ATF do to a gun shop who didn’t pay that fee? Uh, maybe send an agent to take the license (still a crock) and MAYBE arrest the owner? So why the cattle cars at Mount Carmel that day? THERE’S your mad men down in Waco, right there!
You think David Koresh was crazy? Give a cop a set of circumstances, a study, a few bugs on a phone, a snitch, and watch out! You think the Davidian belief in the second coming was out there? Try a theory that a bunch of zoned out religious nuts making cornbread and beans are about to over throw the government, AND, they DID owe $200 for God’s sake! “Oh, Wilbur, they was little girls involved and he was a raping on them!” Uh, were those the same little girls the ATF opened fire on in the initial assault? In the next fifty days they fixed that, now didn’t they? You can get all them there raped little girls very comfortably in an ash tray! Swat them bees! I’ve spent the better part of a week studying video, and reading reports and I SAW the ATF shooting during that initial assault. I SAW them firing indiscriminately into the building with PISTOLS! Boys and girls, now I don’t want to go all Texan on you here, but them Yankee Nancy boys weren’t THAT good of a shot. There were CHILDREN in there!
The REAL problem! The Branch Davidians did not submit, nor conform. And one more thing, they really believed. It doesn’t matter if their belief was sound, they believed. Now I’m going to tell you why they died. Be prepared, you will be shocked. You will disagree, you will hate, then you will think, and cry. They died because they all believed they had to die to announce the end of the world. David Koresh suddenly realized that he, and his people would never come out, that they were to be an example to demonstrate a maniacal, out of control empire that would kill children if need be to achieve their means. Mount Carmel was the Davidian’s Garden of Gethsemane, and their beliefs would not allow them to refuse the cup. Good or bad, that’s what they held to. David and all his people knew that the United States had become corrupt and knew that if they stood up that seventh seal would be opened and you would see the “beast” for what it really was because those FBI, Cops, ATF, and all the rest would KILL those children before they would relinquish one iota of power back to the people! They made the free choice to drink the cup of poison. They KNEW that they had done no wrong. What if there had been no raid? What if David had just been arrested at Walmart? Why the attack? I’ll tell you why. Maybe that “Beast” David saw was real. Maybe that beast was intolerant of everything not conforming with its abomination. It would have been more convenient to just cut Jesus’ head off the night before as King Herod had done to John the Baptist, but a crucifixion would send a clear message to anyone out there who was of the same mind as the itinerant Rabbi from Nazareth.
There were mad men in Waco that day. They made sure the ashes of Mount Carmel would never be sifted. They made sure the truth would never be known, but there is one truth. For all the rhetoric, all the talk, all the spin, could it be that David Koresh was more afraid of his God, than he was the ATF? And those mad men. . . they’re still among us, and we still have to finish the job. Perhaps the seventh seal David warned us about has been opened, and with all we are seeing now, Ruby Ridge, Mount Carmel, ISIS, Ebola, and all the rest, is the result of that seal. The lies are ever present. Wanna see one? Consider this; If the government is of the people, by the people, and for the people, why did it become status quo that only the government has the right to have to bear ceertain arms that the people can never have? At that point the government ceases to be the servant, and becomes the master. You only need superior weapons when confronting an enemy, or a slave! Where is your freedom of religion when the government can decide who can marry whom. Where’s your separation of church and state now? How private is your property when long after you own it you must still pay the King’s ransom to keep it? And your freedom of speech? Tell that to the kid thrown out of school because he said he didn’t like the president. All these questions smolder in the ashes of Mount Carmel.
Think about this; What if that “beast” raises its head again, and this time the people also raise their heads, and twenty or thirty truckloads of militia come over the hill to confront the AFT, FBI, CPS, and all the other S’s. What then? Oh, you say that won’t work, the government will just bring more and more, until it enforces the “law?” Well, friend, if you accept that, then we are truly lost! Here’s YOUR cup of poison.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

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The Problem With Waco

After my sterling, Pulitzer Prize winning conclusion to yesterday’s article, if you understood that I have no love for Waco, you’d be right. As a matter of fact, if ISIS were to hit Waco I’d probably just say, “Good shot!” I have reasons for this. I didn’t just pick Waco because I got a speeding ticket there. For all its Baylor University, and that silly bridge, Waco is the most convoluted, screwed up mess I’ve ever seen.

After my article yesterday I did my usual research. As you may or may not know, I’m going to Waco to support the victims of the latest perversion of justice perpetrated by that thin blue line we’ve all come to know and love. I alluded to the “other” little adventure back in ’93 not all that far from Twin Peaks. A place called Mount Carmel.

Now, before I get started I’d like to set things straight. David Koresh was a weirded out soap box preacher looking forward to the end of the world. He had his own explanation for the Book of Revelation. So did Joseph Smith, Charles Russell, Jerry Falwell, and every Pentecostal preacher who ever talked in tongues. When you take a highly encrypted work, in Greek no less, written by a guy who didn’t want to get crucified, that’s what you get. Nowhere in the work does it say, “Jesus will return at seven o’clock, April 16, 2017, right after the nightly news.” It says things like, “Know the signs,” and right THERE is the rub! Early Christians were so busy looking up for the “return in this generation,” that they failed to notice those lions spilling out into the arena for the entertainment of the unwashed masses of Rome. So, for over two thousand years Christians have been pouring over Revelation trying to pinpoint the date, which was EXACTLY what Jesus told them NOT to do. David Koresh was no different. If you want to gain followers just tell a bunch of people that Jesus is going to pick up the mortgage. A little wine always helps.

Let’s be frank. Religious freedom in America is a myth. You are religiously free so long as you conform. You can have church on Sunday morning, and eat fried chicken that afternoon, but if you are Mormon, and bring TWO wives to dinner Uncle Sam will declare war on your whole friggin’ state! And the Muslims rant and rave about how we don’t respect their “prophet,” well get in line buddy. That path to persecution has been well worn by thousands before you! I have observed that when some group claims that God is on their side their will invariably be an opposing group claiming sole ownership of the Deity, leading free thinkers, such as myself to conclude that God simply MUST be bi-polar. Is He? Well, of course He isn’t. Religion is! Religion is man’s feeble attempt to explain the unexplainable. Write that down, there’ll be a quiz later.

All this having been said, was David Koresh any crazier than a Hare Krishna banging those gongs at LAX, begging for change? Well, no he wasn’t. But, the Hare Krishna has one thing going for him that David overlooked. The guy at the airport is in California, and David chose to live in bat-crap crazy Waco, the epicenter of knowledge, mom’s apple pie, and law enforcement who wouldn’t know what the constitution was if it ran up and bit them in the leg!

So, what was so wrong with the Branch Davidians? They believed the end was upon us. (So do the Mormons.) They held to the Old Testament and restricted their diet. (So do the Jews.) It is alleged they dabbled in polygamy. (Allah anyone?) So what was so bad up at Mount Carmel that the United States government had to mount an attack not seen in Texas since the Alamo? Well, them preacher boys had some guns. And they were holed up in a compound built from shipping crates believing when the end DID come that the government would attack Christians. Uh, if you will note, that building ain’t there no mo’!

The right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed! Even Joseph Smith didn’t have to put up with being told that he couldn’t protect himself. Without going into a lengthy discussion of if David was “legally” licensed to bear arms I refer you to this site:

http://www.constitution.org/2ll/2ndschol/135wac.htm

Please remember the First Amendment, número UNO, says, “shall not be infringed!” So why did David and his band of merry men feel that they needed guns? Could it be that good ol’ “religious freedom” thing, and crazy right wing fanatics out there sending them hate mail on almost a daily basis? You think? Did the Davidians mount a militia and attack Waco? Nope. They fed the poor who dropped by and for the food the guests had to put up with David’s preaching.

If you take a hog, flip him over, and examine those little bumps running along his belly, well, those bumps are far more useful than the ATF! I had thought there were perhaps ten or fifteen agents involved in that attack. There were TRUCKS full!! Old David MIGHT have had fully automatic weapons, the ATF DID have them and charged Mount Carmel reminiscent of the siege of the Alamo. One big difference, though. Generalissimo Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna was a seasoned army officer, and the ATF was a band of fools who got their tails blown off by a bunch of preachers on a Sunday morning! Bad hair day for the DIS-United States! When they embarked on this Tom foolery the federal agents invited the media, indeed, giving some of them rides! When they were begging the Branch Davidians to at least let them collect their dead from the battle field their opinion of the press was, shall we say, “Modified?” When I was reviewing file footage taken right after the initial assault I heard “MFer” so many times I thought I was watching a Richard Pryor routine!

So, here we had the ATF licking their wounds, herky-jerky Janet Reno trying to wipe that omelette off her face, and about eighty religious nuts thumbing their noses from the windows of the Best Little Church House in Texas! Bring in the snipers! There was this one guy. He popped the wife/mother up at Ruby Ridge. Chris Kyle he was NOT! Well, this idiot was positioned as a part of not one but three teams set up to shoot at anyone daring to look out a window. Now, bear in mind, this is STILL a church, and there are STILL women and children within said church. Did these people believe David’s prophesy about the end times? Just look out the window . . . carefully, there’s snipers out there!

It took Santa Anna thirteen days to neutralize the Alamo. On day fifty-two the ATF finally devised a plan to end the Battle of Mount Carmel. They were gonna gas ’em! Hitler would be so proud. Oh, I watched the FBI guy going on and on about “low doses” of CS gas, but I have two problems with that. One, CS gas! You know, that stuff you throw under a tank to make the guys inside puke and exit? Yeah, THAT stuff. Low dose? That’s like being a “little bit pregnant.” The occupants inside the compound sent the women and children to a concrete bunker for safety. The ATF pumped “low doses” of CS gas into that bunker for FOUR hours! I can’t stand a smoky BAR for four hours. And, oh yes, the attackers knew where everyone was because they HAD people INSIDE planting bugs so as to hear what was going on. At one point these spies were even at grabbing distance of David himself but we’re told to “Stand down” because Janet had “another” plan!

Bring in the tanks! That’s right, tanks. Pumping these “low doses,” pushing down walls and, oh yes, firing fully automatic fire from helicopters. Inside we had people who had been deprived of sleep, hungry, cold, restricted to about eight ounces of rain water per day, totally believing that this was the apocalyptic battle David had warned them about. We all know how it ended, and we all had to put up with the government spin regurgitated for YEARS after. There was even a congressional hearing, with all the congressmen showing righteous indignation, and do you want to know what came out of those hearings? NADA! Now one arrest of any FBI, ATF, not even ONE missed paycheck, indeed PROMOTIONS!

So why do I hate Waco? I hate Waco because the Sheriff, police, DPS, and all the rest just stood by and WATCHED this happen! Just like they did on May 17th at Twin Peaks! Just like Mount Carmel they stood by until the situation blew completely up, and then over reacted in true Waco fashion. Two bikers got into a fight in a bar. Some preacher-boy’s paperwork wasn’t in order. See the pattern? The ATF could have arrested David Koresh at Walmart. Four cops could have handcuffed two bikers that day in the parking lot. It’s that simple, but then, I’m just a Simple Ol’ Boy from Austin so what do I know? One image is burned into my mind. I saw, yesterday, an ATF agent after the fall of Mount Carmel holding up a toddler’s sleeper. It was the exact same one from Walmart that my grandson, NewBaby wears! I will NEVER forgive Waco!