Most of the people here couldn't survive without welfare and grocery stores.
They can't tell the difference between Hollywood and the real world.

Know what? A few years ago, I was just like you. 22 magnum derringer in a
leather sleeve in my front pocket. Knife in my boot. Scoped 270  in the trunk,
38 in the glove box. Got my limit every deer season and thought I was really
tough and wise.

One day I let myself get really pissed off at this leftist weenie on the usenet
and decided to teach that punk a lesson. Took me 3 weeks and a lot of dough
and a private investigator to track him down.

Played it smart and left my rig miles down the forest service road and went
in before dawn with map,compass, and penlight  in full camo. I really meant to
kill him. It is the middle of fucking nowhere, and I can get away with it.
Will just bury the piece I actually use to do the job.

Suddenly, this little arrow, more like a dart, nails me in the leg. I hit the
ground and there is nobody there. I silently slip into a thicket and just sit
with my senses peeled. Pull the thing out, but the tip is in deep and it seems
to be barbed.

A few minutes pass, and I start to get dreamy and groggy. This woman comes up
and I just look at her. She's in full camo too, and smiling. I can't move or
do anything except in slow motion. I feel good...She's a fox.

Then there's some other people and I am on a stretcher. They never say a word
and don't make any noise at all. I realize that they think I am not alone. I
want to say something but I can't.

When I woke up, I was wearing a loose robe, nice and soft and someone had given
me a bath. There was a tray of food beside me and I was fokking hungry.

The same woman came into the room and told me that I would be staying with them
for two weeks. Because I had come intending violence, my Power Wagon and
weapons were history. I said "you can't do that!" and tried to grab her. She
put me right down on the floor in a blink! Then she said "You came here to kill.
The people down the creek would put you in the ground. Don't you think that
a two week all expenses paid vacation is a better punishment?"

To make a very long story short, I have been here every since. I have realized
that I had always lived before on the un-substantiated word of others. They
told me that the world and nature and people were dangerous and evil and I
believed them. Now I know better.

People aren't evil. They are ignorant. Ignorance IS an excuse.

They told me I had to obey laws passed without consulting me. Now I know better.

I learned that my life belongs to me. It doesn't matter what ANYBODY thinks.
I can do what I damned well please. And what pleases me is to dink around
in the gardens, make things with my hands, play in the forest, play music
with my friends, and so forth. So that's what I do. The fact that I have to
hide how I live from the Americans says a lot more about them than it does me.

(Free Country? Right...)

THAT'S why you people piss me off. It scares the hell out of me to  remember
that I once bought the bullshit you live on, hook, line and sinker.

There. Now you know. Big deal.

alanc