Not in My Back Yard?

Given our town’s proximity to larger cities, I suppose that it was bound to happen. And, I’ve known for a long time that the “Flying Fickle Finger of Fate” spares few. Plus, it makes sense now that I think about it; a weapons cache in a smallish south-central San Joaquin Valley town. Nestled at the base of the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountain, my modest home town typifies America. Our people are hard-working and industrious and most are the friendly sort. What a perfect place to hide AK-47’s and other assault weapons.

The local newspaper advised that the FBI located a storage trailer on the business property that had been stuffed with a “large number” of weapons and at least one “device” that had what appeared to be a timer or some sort attached to it. No, the “Feds” were not at all forthcoming with any information on the event other than it had been an “ongoing investigation”. Seems they had been watching the owner of the mini-mart for some time and finally served the arrest and search warrants. He has been denied a lower bail so will be in the slammer for awhile.

About all the info the local press could gather was that the executors of the warrants were members of the “Joint Terrorism Task Force”. Local authorities were only apprised of the matter after the warrants were served. For those who had been paying even remote attention to current events, such scant information actually spelled out as much as the the paper would likely have written had it been given anything to work with.

I never really liked the dingy, dark, run-of-the-mill stop-and-rob. But they had the cheapest gasoline in town (and I forgot to win the state lottery so was shopping for cheap gas). The place saw a brisk business despite being in a notibly inconvenient location.

The “Urban Dictionary” defines “hinky” as: “Something as yet indefinable is wrong, out of place; not quite right” and “A cop's version of ‘I've got a bad feeling about that’”. It’s that gut feeling of ill boding you get when you meet someone or perhaps when you are about to go somewhere. There’s something amiss but it’s not immediately evident. Your gut says “No!” but then your head will often dismiss the matter. So it was when I met the owner who was later arrested.

The owner seemed a bit “hinky” to me (no doubt a vestigial awareness from my having served as a police officer). I spoke an Arabic greeting to him a couple of times when getting gas there. The first time I did that he asked me, "Are you CIA?". Though somewhat humbled by the fact that someone could confuse an overweight middle-aged white guy with being a CIA operative, I simply grinned and said, "No", and that I merely enjoyed languages. Nevertheless, that should have been a clue. But, alas, my naivety hampered my thinking skills and I developed perceptual blocking. After all; what could possibly happen in our laid-back burg? Hadn't there been peace for all these years? How could something tragic come to this largely agrarian part of our spinning spitball in space? Could anything evil come from our “All-America City” (1994)? Could there possibly be a larger conspiracy to help destroy my country lurking in an Arab’s back yard in my hometown? My answer; “Nope; not in my back yard. It ain’t happening here”. But, it almost did happen.

Human frailty; what can you say. It comes with the umbilical chord and is not wont to leak out or depart despite powerful persistent pleas. It is difficult to purge this insidious seducing conspirator that lures man into not trusting their intuition, experience, and thinking; and that can often place him beyond his limitations..

We’ll probably never know about the “sleeper cell” here and how large it is. The members will likely scurry off like exposed cockroaches and take up camp in some other small town. We probably won’t know exactly when or where the weapons were to be used other than that they were to be given to “insurgents”. But, we do know that they were going to be used to destroy lives and shatter the dreams of Americans whether here or abroad. They were going to spill our blood with no thought given to human life but only to their sick perverted religion and cause.

Even ten years ago that I know of, truth criers were trying to tell anyone who would listen that there were more than 3,000 “students” who had simply disappeared in this country and no one knew where they were. They shouted from the housetops that “sleeper cells” were being established across the nation. The alarm largely fell on deaf ears. How many cells are there now because no one in leadership listened? Why are so few eyes in Washington DC opened to the truth in light of overwhelming evidence that there can easily be a threat in everyone’s backyard?

The ship is sinking and our leadership hasn’t even picked up a bucket with which to bail water. If that isn’t spooky enough; I have been across this nation and back and have only seen a handful of convenience marts/gas stations that didn’t belong to a foreigner. Most of them were, in fact, of Arabic descent (with many others Indian or Pakistani who haven’t an ounce of sympathy toward the "Great Satan").

If it can happen in my backyard, it can happen in others' backyard and we all need to address this issue with all gravity. This is not a game. Our adversary is as cold blooded as a python and even more determined for prey.

We need to be alert; not paranoid. Paranoia plays into the hands of the enemy. Every small town needs to apprise its people that this is a national emergency and that they shouldn’t be found “asleep at the wheel”. Naivety needs to be eradicated as if it were a virulent plague and replaced with wise and trained thought that doesn’t jump to conclusion (or to “concussions”, for that matter).

Our proclivity for human frailty must be overcome to the best of our ability so that we are not blind-sided by a ruthless foe. Fear needs to be weeded out for the faith choking thorn bush that it is so that it cannot be used against us. There needs to be a national cohesiveness on this matter so that we don’t defeat our selves with petty squabbling and infighting while the enemy slaughters our children and prepares to bomb our dreams into countless funeral pyres dotting the country. Our national symbol is the bald eagle so let us all watch with an eagle eye the movements of an enemy who is already camped in our back yard. And, we need to make sure that the government doesn’t take away our Constitutional right to defend ourselves with our own weapons.

Then, we need to let the leaders of our country that they need to make thinks happen and do it now. If they don’t (and the ones who are in office now have proven to be most recalcitrant in hearing our pleas to protect America and her future), we need to boot them out and elect “real” Americans who will protect us (the primary responsibility of the government, in fact). We need to stop following after socialist lackeys (like that nobody Barak Obama who has become the socialist’s poster child and savior) and turn our eyes and hearts toward true Americans (like Ron Paul) who will stand firm to the law and the Constitution.

Let us pray that those in leadership across this nation have a revelation that they will have to stand before the living God. They need to know that they will have to explain to Him why they didn’t place a moratorium on immigration and why they continued to allow terrorists into this country by the thousands.

Let us also pray for them that they and we may have peace (in accordance to scripture). Finally, we need to pray for a manifestation of George Washington’s dream of the Lord bringing great revival and cleansing and healing to our land. If we do not, there will be weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.

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