As most of us know, Kansas City, Missouri is a haven for international
and domestic terrorists. Pakistan and Afghanistan are small potatoes
compared to this insurgency stomping ground. The kooks who tend to
flourish in Missouri are young, law-abiding liberty-seekers who advocate
Ron Paul’s limited-government ideas; third-party proponents
who supported Bob Barr’s presidential bid; and constitutionalists
who stand behind Chuck Baldwin’s push to inform the masses of
the menace posed by our unconstitutional government.
Recently, a Freeman in Missouri pointed out a website to me that he
saw advertised on the local tube: PrepareMetro KC. The purpose of
the website-courtesy of the Metropolitan Emergency Managers Committee-is
to convince the comfortably numb among the masses that they can “help
detect and prevent terrorism.” The website reports:
Terrorist operations begin with extensive planning. You can help prevent and detect terrorism—and other types of crime—by watching out for suspicious activities and reporting them to the proper authorities. Watch for the Seven Signs of Terrorism:
* Surveillance
* Seeking Information
* Testing Security
* Acquiring Supplies
* Suspicious Behavior
* Trial Runs
* Getting into Position
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The Metropolitan Emergency Managers Committee is kind enough to include
a video version of “Identifying Terrorists for Dummies.”
In the video, actors play out the seven signs so you can learn what
a terrorist looks like. Accordingly, “anything out of the ordinary”
is deemed a “possible terrorist plot or threat,” and it
is stressed that such abnormal behavior must be seriously assessed
and investigated. At 3:55 of the propaganda production, a jogger runs
by a man on a park bench writing in his notepad.
I looked for signs of grenades, big ole bombs ‘neath the bench,
or an assemblage of scary-looking darkies toting box cutters in the
background, but no such thing is apparent. However, since spending
time alone to write in a notepad outdoors is a highly suspicious,
deviant, and subversive activity, the jogger, disturbed by the sinister
notebook, stops to pull out her cell phone and call the police. She’s
being a good girl, executing the kind of response the chief fearmongers
desire from a model citizen. This stuff is like chicken soup for the
loyalist soul. We’re all Soviet snitches now.
