Pick up your pitch forks

I was eating breakfast the other day up at Mullins, you know, Mullins Restaurant on Andrew Jackson. I overheard the folks in the next table talking about when it would be time to pick up the pitch forks and assault Washington DC.

That started me thinking. I have heard that sort of thing before. I understand the anger that prompts such talk but what would a civil war in these times look like? Think about Venezuela or Afghanistan. In the movie, The Outlaw Josie Wales, we saw the Missouri Redlegs come riding in on horseback to do their deeds. And the men who were attacked rode off in a pack, on horseback to defend their way of life.

So we don't have horses. We will probably see three men in pick up trucks with Bubba Joe in the truck bed along with a 50 cal. machine gun on a try pod. It will look like the rebels in the countries I mentioned. The only difference is we have people of larger size.

As soon as the rebels begin their work, we will become instantly poor. Bubba Joe can't just fight on Saturday afternoon and go back to unloading trucks at Wal-Mart on Monday. Things just won't get done. Commerce will slow to a crawl and there will be shortages everywhere. It will not take long for the American landscape to be nothing but blown out buildings and rusting hulks of vehicles littering the streets.

This is really what the person means when he speaks of taking up the pitch forks. I do not sit here and tell anyone which way to choose, but I felt I should paint the picture so you can decide if what you want to do is worth what I have described.