The Anti-Militia Law
Leftist Democrats in Congress have introduced a bill, HR-6981, the so-called “Preventing Private Paramilitary Act of 2024.” It is the “brainchild” of Rep. Jamie Raskin (D-Maryland), he of the so-called “select committee” that investigated the Jan. 6 siege at the US Capitol.
If passed, it would effectively criminalize (not that Democrats typically worry about actual crime) so-called “unauthorized paramilitary activity.”
How is that defined?
§2742. Unauthorized private paramilitary activity
This law would circumvent the Second Amendment’s clause of a “well-regulated militia.” The only exception under the proposal defines an exception as any regularly organized State militia, or any unorganized or reserve militia called into service by a State or the United States.
The last part of that clause could actually prove a saving grace for patriots who would wish to assist in a state like Texas since any such militia could be “called into service by a State…”
What is a “private paramilitary organization” as proposed in the bill?
PRIVATE PARAMILITARY ORGANIZATION–The term “private paramilitary organization” means any group of 3 or more persons associating under a command structure for the purpose of functioning in public or training to function in public as a combat, combat support, law enforcement, or security services unit.
- IN GENERAL–Any person who violates subsection (a) shall forfeit to the United States any property, personal or real, involved in, used, or intended to be used, in any manner or part, to commit or to facilitate the commission of, the violation, or that constitutes or is derived from proceeds traceable to the violation.
This is fodder for campaign fundraising, and it gives the communists something to bloviate about when they’re on the stump talking about how dangerous patriots are.
Tortuga developed as a stronghold for pirates operating throughout the Caribbean. Christopher Columbus mentioned Tortuga during his first voyage because the island resembled a turtle’s shell. The Spanish settled the island a century later, in 1598, to cultivate sugar and tobacco.
In the early 1600s, the French settled on Tortuga, with the island becoming divided between French and English colonists from 1630 onward.
Tortuga developed as a stronghold for pirates operating throughout the Caribbean. Christopher Columbus mentioned Tortuga during his first voyage because the island resembled a turtle’s shell. The Spanish formally settled the island in 1598 to cultivate sugar and tobacco.
In the early 1600s, the French settled on Tortuga, with the island becoming divided between French and Colonists from 1630 onward.
During this period, buccaneers (from the French word boucanes – to describe huts for making ‘viande boucanée’ – jerked meat or jerky) hunted the wild boars and cattle in the largely uninhabited areas of Tortuga. The name would later be applied to describe the corsairs or privateers authorized to conduct raids on Spanish in the Caribbean.
After a rapid period of succession between the Spanish and several nations over the dominion of Tortuga, the French Engineer Jean La Vasseur raided the island during the early 1640s, quickly taking control of the island’s major ports and establishing himself as the governor. La Vasseur was also credited with constructing the Fort de Rocher, which overlooked the island’s main harbor to prevent further encroachment by the Spanish.
The official lawlessness of Tortuga under La Vasseur’s governorship made the island an appealing base for piracy to operate freely. La Vasseur opened the port to privateers of all nations in exchange for a percentage of the wealth of every vessel anchoring there.
A new Original Fictional Short
As I signed the disclaimers with a giddy sense of impending adventure, I noted an asterisked caveat that reminded the signator that firearms in the 1640s were notoriously unreliable. The .56 caliber flintlock pistols were provided in a brace of two by the travel service, along with 3F black powder in a sealed flask and a dozen lead balls. The muskets they handed out were of the British Land Pattern in .75 caliber. We each received two cartridge boxes with the rounds pre-packaged. I hefted the weapon, a reproduction naturally.
“It’s artilleryman’s fusil, shorter than the standard, but still no sights. Line up the rear tang screw and the bayonet lug, and if the target is close enough, you might hit it.” This from the armorer who went by the name of Crim.
“Not short for Criminal,” he said in a New England accent. “You can also call me Sonny.” We shook hands.
I asked, “Crim?”
“My family was part of Ananda Marga, the Crimson Path, or the Path of Bliss. Somebody pulled Crim out of that, and it stuck.”
His eyes, almond in shade and shape, were non-commital as if he had a secret he didn’t plan to share. His mouth formed a straight line, and his face was shaped vaguely like an inverted isosceles triangle without being reptilian, blunted at its corners to provide a solid chin and wide forehead. He wore his black hair longer on top, combed back with tight sidewalls.
“Have you been across the event horizon?”
“Yeah, I was there and back now. I don’t want to ruin your fun, so don’t ask me what to expect. You have had the same briefing as every other client.”
“We have a lot of firepower here,” I commented.
Crim or Sonny handed me a cutlass in a scabbard. I withdrew the weapon and tested the blade. You could shave with it. “I don’t want to bring a knife to a gunfight.”
“Look,” Sonny scrutinized my nametag, “Tony, the timeline changes with each transport. You’re actually going backward in time, and the A.I. will try to drop you on the land in an open field, but it’s been known to screw up and dump you in the ocean. If that happens, the flimsy life jacket won’t keep you afloat. Dump the musket and ammo and save the cutlass. The powder will be wet. The blade is not made of period steel. It’s very high-quality metal and will hold an edge no matter what you cut with it.
Wardrobe fitted our little company out with period clothing and injected us with an RFID homing capsule that would be used to retrieve us. Once kitted out, we looked like typical time travel nerds with gear poking out at all angles. You can’t say that they went cheap on the equipment, and then again, we each paid a king’s ransom to drop back in time to the days of the Spanish Main, gold doubloons, and pieces of eight. We planned to bring priceless artifacts back with us.
It’s not as if we hadn’t sword-fought with virtual reality goggles on our heads in the Pirate’s Treasure first-person shooter game. My top score had been near legendary in the gaming community.
I knew all about the French Calvinists who settled in Tortuga. I studied the psych profiles of the buccaneers, and I sailed on the Bloody Shame, a simulated pirate brigantine of eighteen six-pound brass guns. I learned to shimmy up and down the rigging to help the simulated crew set the sheets. Of course, we all knew that if we were lucky enough to board an actual pirate’s ship, it would be much like the game-designed Bloody Shame.
Nine bold adventurers, most of whom had only lived in their parent’s or grandparent’s basements, stepped from the ready room into the transportation chamber. From there, all smiles, we crossed the horizon and into somewhere.
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