Anyone who thinks the guys in the top couldn't become the guys on the bottom doesn't know Cajuns and Texans.
Anyone who thinks they won't HAVE to become the guys on the bottom, doesn't know history.
So, FO put up a post. We replied. Then WRSA picked it up.
And FO followed up with this gift-wrapped present: What Role Will Militias Play In The Coming Unpleasantness?
And then follow the follow-ups as they come.
Because Knowledge is Power.
And if things get sporty at some point, as some of us suspect to one degree or another, high-quality local intelligence about any number of things may well mean the difference between you living or dying.
And you can't run down to Costco or Walmart and buy of case of that.
You have to plant that garden now, and harvest the fruit regularly and constantly, otherwise when you need it, you ain't got it.
Best takeaway: If your team isn't planning on becoming part of the return of rightful ROL in a WROL scenario, you will quickly become the bug, not the windshield.
If you have some anarcho-libertarian self-masturbatory fantasy mental world you plan on living in, contrary to every lesson of 6000 years of recorded human history, spare the electrons of a reply, and go elsewhere.
Man is a social animal. Playing Batman In The Boondocks is a Hobbesian State of Nature:
solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
The freest form of individual existence is to be a libertarian. You mind your business, and let everyone else mind theirs, as much as humanly possible. But the freest form of community is a republic. Not a commune, and not a democracy. If you've got something better, because you're the philosophical superior of Franklin, Adams, Jefferson, and Madison combined, and the world has cruelly ignored your unacknowledged expertise in the matter, by all means lay it out, convince the neighborhood, and they'll subscribe to your newsletter and march in your parade. Give them anything less than what a republic delivers, and you'll be out.
Ponder: If the current nominal republic was delivering on its advertising to any great degree, the likelihood of ANY future Unpleasantness would be precisely nil. Crime and terrorism would still happen, because human nature, certainly, but in a functioning republic, we'd do as a former LAPD police chief suggested, and string those sumbitches up at the airport between the runways, and that would be the end of that.
So you'll possibly be strung up. (Depends rather much on the mood of the crowd, and what you do, did do, or tried to do.) Try to dictate your policies out of the barrel of a gun? You're nearly certain to end up strapped athwart the muzzle of a loaded cannon, while they cast lots for the honor of touching it off. Which, in all likelihood, is exactly what you'll deserve.
Learn to work and play well with others now, and be ready to do the right things for the right reasons then, or you won't be around afterwards long enough to matter.
You get a vote.
The enemy gets a vote.
The neighborhood gets a vote.
And this ain't the movies, and you ain't John Wayne.
You sure as f**k better not think you're going to be Negan.
Your lifespan would be measured in the flight speed of bullets at muzzle velocity.
And that'd just be from your own cohort. (Hollywood ignores reality for ratings in that respect.) Consult Khruschev's memoirs or the biography of Mussolini for how things work out in the real world.
The rest of the world won't even be that friendly or sympathetic to your fate.
Wrap your head around that fundamental human reality, or else prepare to learn that particular lesson the hard way.