Oct. 5th, 2009

hradzka: "Trust me, I know what I'm doing." (sledge hammer!)
Dig this: there is a little town called Hardin, Montana. Hardin has a prison that has never been used, despite costing $27 million of your money, because Hardin, Montana. (The town doesn't even have a police force; they get the county sheriffs to do their law enforcing, and it sounds like the kind of place that's small enough that the cops and offenders are all on a first-name basis, so the Man knows who needs to get sent up the river and who just needs a gentle Friday night ass-kicking.) Because they don't use the prison (see: Hardin, Montana), they decide to make a business arrangement with a security company. Cool, right?

Er, a security company that refuses to reveal who owns it, whose representatives arrived in three Mercedes SUVs marked with Hardin Police decals (remember, Hardin *has* no Police), whose logo that turns to be the Serbian coat of arms, that claims to have worked with the US Government which in turn claims to have never heard of them, whose head turns out to be a convicted felon.

Also, their web site says emphatically that "We are NOT a Mercenary Army," but helpfully adds, "We are capable of assembling a up to one special forces battallion [sic] within 72 hours."

Their proofreading ain't so hot.

The best news roundup I've seen on this is via a hard-ish right blog Ironic Surrealism. The Freepers did some pretty good digging on this one, give 'em credit, and the details they've found to supplement press coverage just gets weirder and weirder. For example, if you check out the company's address on Google Street View, apparently the signs are digitally blurred. Not many people with the clout to make that happen. My guess is that the company is a scam trying to get federal contracts; wonder who the dude's powerful friends are, or if he's just dropping tons o' cash from stolen sources. An alternative possibility: they list themselves as international weapons suppliers. For someone with no scruples, that's a potentially lucrative market, but the guy who owns that company can't legally own a gun...

...oh, HOLY SHIT. I just remembered something. but NO WAY. He CAN'T BE CRAZY ENOUGH to be betting on this. Even if it went and held, it'd only apply to stuff made and kept in Montana. No freakin' way.

Man, I hope the diners in Hardin, Montana are packed with friendly, smiling, pie-eatin' FBI agents right about now.

ETA: [personal profile] cheyinka points out on DW that the spokeswoman for this mess is now quitting and is in fear of her life. The article from the Billings Gazette cheyinka links explains why: absolute nut-job Alex Jones is whipping his crowd up on this. Good gravy. Now the only thing we need is an actual amateur superhero deciding to get into the act.
hradzka: Cassidy, from Garth Ennis's PREACHER. (Default)
Some folks like parties and hullabaloo,
and chatter and cocktails galore,
and gossip and gabble and blabber and jabber --
for my life, I can't see what for.
Give me a cabin to stay
that's way out away,
with some books that I like on the shelf,
and I'll leave all that scene
way back where I've been,
for I'm happiest all by myself.

Put me in a room at a great big to-do;
I'll find a small corner alone.
What fun they're all having! They're dancing and laughing,
while I wish that I was at home.
I dream of a place
where there's no human race
I could flounce to, or sneak to in stealth:
I won't moan and groan
If you'll leave me alone
for I'm happiest all by myself.

Bring on the zombies, and bring down the world,
as long as I've bacon and beer,
and bring on the flood and the plague, I'll be fine
in a cabin I've built way out here.
You keep your pop stars,
and posh clubs and hip bars,
and your speakeasies crowded with swells --
and yes, I do fear
that I'll miss you, my dear,
but I'm happiest all by myself.

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