to him, "You see where out'n Oregon a militia group threw a stink bomb in their IRS office?"
"A stink bomb," Jared said, his eyes holding on the road , the view all trees, sky and semis. He said, "Shit, throw a pip e bomb in there, a grenade, you want to get their attention."
It sounded good, but did he mean it? Boyd had his doubt s about this Jared from Oklahoma.
They had come out of deep woods five hours ago and wer e now following 75 on its approach to Covington and the Ohi o River. Riding with them in back, covered in plastic wrap , were a pair of Chinese AKs, ammo and an RPG-7 antitan k grenade launcher, another Chink weapon Boyd had used i n the Nam, a little honey that fired a 40-millimeter hollowcharge rocket grenade.
He said to Jared, "I want you to tell me if there's something you don't understand about what you been learning."
Jared moved his shoulders in kind of a shrug, eyes straigh t ahead as they came up on a line of big diesel haulers. He ha d that lazy manner skinheads put on to show they were cool. H e said, "Well, a couple of things. I don't understand all tha t Christian Identity stuff, their calling Jews the progeny of Satan and niggers subhuman."
Boyd said, "Hell, it's right in the Bible, I'll show it to yo u we get back. Okay, what're the Jews behind?"
"They control the Federal Reserve."
"What else?"
Jared said, "ZOG?" not sounding too sure.
"You betcha ZOG, the Zionist Occupational Govern-W m ent," Boyd said, "the ones set to rule us we let the govermint take away our guns. You see Chuck Heston on TV? Chuck said they'd have to take his out of his cold dead hand."
"Yeah, I saw him," Jared said, not sounding moved or inspired. Then saying, "There's Cincinnati up ahead. You see it before you get to the bridge."
This Jared had come recommended from an Oklahom a group, the Aryan Knights of Freedom, Jared saying he hear d of Crowder's Commandos he couldn't wait to drive his ne w SUV over to Kentucky and join up. Saying he was anxious t o get into high explosives 'stead of chasing niggers down alley s and spray-painting synagogues; shit. He said he was in Oklahoma City for the Murrah Federal Building, got there just a few minutes after she blew. He said it had inspired him to ge t in the fight. Sometimes talking about the Murrah Building i t would sound like he had taken part in that mission with Ti m and Terry.
No, Boyd and others weren't all that sold on this Jare d from Oklahoma. How come he didn't have any Aryan tattoos?
How come he was always touching his head? Like wonderin g if his hair would ever grow in again. Boyd didn't personall y care for that bare-skull look, but allowed it since it was wha t they were known as. He preferred an inch on top and shave d sidewalls like his own regulation grunt cut, now mostly gra y at fifty, steel bristles crowning his lean leathery face.
They were coming on to Cincy now, its downtown standing over there against a sky losing its light. A few minutes later they were on the northbound span of the Ohio Rive r bridge. Boyd said, "Get off on Fifth Street."
"Another thing I don't understand," Jared said, "there's al l these white power outfits around but nothing holding 'em together, no kind of plan I ever heard of."
"Except purpose," Boyd said. "Militias, the Klan, you r pissed-off Libertarians and tax protesters, your various Arya n brotherhoods, we're all part of the same patriot movement."
They were on Fifth now passing hotels and that big fountain there.
"Also you have your millions who don't even realize ye t they're part of the revolution. I'm talking about all the peopl e caught up in white flight. You know what that is?"
"Yes sir, people moving out of town."
"White people moving to the suburbs. You think it' s 'cause they're dying to cut grass and have barbecues in th e backyard? Shit no, it's to get away from the niggers an d greasers. And Asiatics, Christ, we got 'em all. Anybody want s in, sure, come on. Look at all the fuckin' Mexicans .
"A stink bomb," Jared said, his eyes holding on the road , the view all trees, sky and semis. He said, "Shit, throw a pip e bomb in there, a grenade, you want to get their attention."
It sounded good, but did he mean it? Boyd had his doubt s about this Jared from Oklahoma.
They had come out of deep woods five hours ago and wer e now following 75 on its approach to Covington and the Ohi o River. Riding with them in back, covered in plastic wrap , were a pair of Chinese AKs, ammo and an RPG-7 antitan k grenade launcher, another Chink weapon Boyd had used i n the Nam, a little honey that fired a 40-millimeter hollowcharge rocket grenade.
He said to Jared, "I want you to tell me if there's something you don't understand about what you been learning."
Jared moved his shoulders in kind of a shrug, eyes straigh t ahead as they came up on a line of big diesel haulers. He ha d that lazy manner skinheads put on to show they were cool. H e said, "Well, a couple of things. I don't understand all tha t Christian Identity stuff, their calling Jews the progeny of Satan and niggers subhuman."
Boyd said, "Hell, it's right in the Bible, I'll show it to yo u we get back. Okay, what're the Jews behind?"
"They control the Federal Reserve."
"What else?"
Jared said, "ZOG?" not sounding too sure.
"You betcha ZOG, the Zionist Occupational Govern-W m ent," Boyd said, "the ones set to rule us we let the govermint take away our guns. You see Chuck Heston on TV? Chuck said they'd have to take his out of his cold dead hand."
"Yeah, I saw him," Jared said, not sounding moved or inspired. Then saying, "There's Cincinnati up ahead. You see it before you get to the bridge."
This Jared had come recommended from an Oklahom a group, the Aryan Knights of Freedom, Jared saying he hear d of Crowder's Commandos he couldn't wait to drive his ne w SUV over to Kentucky and join up. Saying he was anxious t o get into high explosives 'stead of chasing niggers down alley s and spray-painting synagogues; shit. He said he was in Oklahoma City for the Murrah Federal Building, got there just a few minutes after she blew. He said it had inspired him to ge t in the fight. Sometimes talking about the Murrah Building i t would sound like he had taken part in that mission with Ti m and Terry.
No, Boyd and others weren't all that sold on this Jare d from Oklahoma. How come he didn't have any Aryan tattoos?
How come he was always touching his head? Like wonderin g if his hair would ever grow in again. Boyd didn't personall y care for that bare-skull look, but allowed it since it was wha t they were known as. He preferred an inch on top and shave d sidewalls like his own regulation grunt cut, now mostly gra y at fifty, steel bristles crowning his lean leathery face.
They were coming on to Cincy now, its downtown standing over there against a sky losing its light. A few minutes later they were on the northbound span of the Ohio Rive r bridge. Boyd said, "Get off on Fifth Street."
"Another thing I don't understand," Jared said, "there's al l these white power outfits around but nothing holding 'em together, no kind of plan I ever heard of."
"Except purpose," Boyd said. "Militias, the Klan, you r pissed-off Libertarians and tax protesters, your various Arya n brotherhoods, we're all part of the same patriot movement."
They were on Fifth now passing hotels and that big fountain there.
"Also you have your millions who don't even realize ye t they're part of the revolution. I'm talking about all the peopl e caught up in white flight. You know what that is?"
"Yes sir, people moving out of town."
"White people moving to the suburbs. You think it' s 'cause they're dying to cut grass and have barbecues in th e backyard? Shit no, it's to get away from the niggers an d greasers. And Asiatics, Christ, we got 'em all. Anybody want s in, sure, come on. Look at all the fuckin' Mexicans .
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