Red Square Show of ForceTuesday, September 13, 2011
On the LewRockwell.com blog, Laurence Vance mentions the parade in Richmond, Michigan that become the Red Square on 9/11. To quote from Vance’s blog post:
There were the usual state police, county sheriff cruisers, SWAT vans, motorcycle cops, town cops, bicycle cops, dune buggy cops, and other assorted representatives of state sponsored terrorism; but then there were WWII vets, Vietnam vets, a marine corps group, a military school with teenage girls in full camouflage uniforms, a rifle drill team, and National guardsmen.
…But the biggest applause was reserved for a half-track rolling by with a little boy (maybe 6 or 7?) standing behind the mounted 50-caliber machine gun pretending like he was mowing down people in front of him. This was just too much.
I live not too far from Richmond, near the Air National Guard base right on Lake St. Clair. After swearing off the media all day to avoid the 9/11 holy worship, I decided to put in some cycling miles riding around the base area, and then I headed over to our nice, quiet Metro Beach Metropark on the lake. The entire entrance area to this family park was one huge military spectacle, just as described above. I assume that all of those same vehicles and displays went from Richmond to Harrison Township, where they set up shop until the late afternoon.
One could not help but notice that the show of diversity was in full force – camouflaged soldiers who were white, black, hispanic, asian, and of course, young females. Diversity is wonderful when people of both genders and all colors can go to slaughter for the state, eh? Equal opportunity sacrifice. There were county sheriffs, local police, and state police – most of them being the usual fat slobs with military haircuts. Their vehicles and artillery equipment and mounted machine guns were scatted all over the park. The most appalling thing, however, was the fact that the Marines, Navy, Air Force, and Army all had recruiting tables where this diversity task force was hoping to sell the romantic vision of the war machine to youngsters with no better alternatives. Here is one of the pictures I took at the spectacle.