Sipsey Street Irregulars: Terror Alert Silliness. Cardboard boxes and weedeater line shuts down Texas town. I thought Texans had more sense.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Terror Alert Silliness. Cardboard boxes and weedeater line shuts down Texas town. I thought Texans had more sense.

Windblown trash sparks scare in Shallowater.

What turned out to be windblown trash sparked a scare in Shallowater Friday morning.

Shallowater police joined by the Lubbock County Bomb Squad, ATF officers, and postal inspectors were called out to First State Bank off Highway 84 to investigate a suspicious package outside.

As a precaution, employees of the bank and the post office next door were evacuated and Shallowater schools about a mile away were locked down.

At about 10:30 a.m. the all-clear was issued.

David Turner, with the Lubbock County Sheriff's Office, said, "A long piece of red weed-eater line had somehow managed to attach to the bottom of the bag and there was another little cardboard box that just all probably from the wind overnight attached to each other and then hung up in the equipment there under the drive thru window."

Turner said all the precautions paid off as a good training scenario.

9 comments:

Female III said...: This is as good a place as I could find to post this: http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/world_now/2011/10/my-entry.html

The possibilities are endless.; October 29, 2011 at 9:11 AM
Mark Matis said...: Well, quite frankly, if they hadn't so responded, that might have been a good idea for rigging an IED for the upcoming unpleasantness...; October 29, 2011 at 9:14 AM
Kent McManigal said...: Most Texans are infected with Americanism just as badly as people elsewhere, and this "panicking over phantoms" is just a part of that. It shows Master that they are good citizens; alert to the things Master has said to watch out for. It makes me sick. Brains are cheap; use them.; October 29, 2011 at 10:26 AM
Anonymous said...: Sorry - I'm not with you on this one. You see what looks like a box with coiled wire coming out of it, which appears wedged unnaturally to the side of your house.

And you're against calling the local sheriff for that? I hate the government as much as anyone, but that's bordering on weird.; October 29, 2011 at 11:09 AM
Anonymous said...: Imagine the excitement you could generate with come cardboard tubes, some coiled wire, and a box with a switch and a blinking light. Doesn't even have to go boom. A cheap diversion at a minimum. Spread 20 or so of these around and watch the party.; October 29, 2011 at 12:47 PM
Anonymous said...: BOO!!!!; October 29, 2011 at 9:06 PM
We the people... said...: We do have more sense. Probably a yankee working there...; October 30, 2011 at 1:10 AM
Anonymous said...: Shallowwater. . . .
Tenant serfs from the shallow end of the gene pool?

B Woodman
III-per; October 30, 2011 at 10:47 AM
Mark Matis said...: For Anonymous at 10:47 AM:

Better not try that if you've ever had a job with enough responsibility that you were fingerprinted as part of the hiring process. Remember that your fingerprints stay in their records FOREVER.

That is ALSO a downside of using a semi-automatic during the upcoming unpleasantness. They should be able to pull prints from expended brass...; October 30, 2011 at 12:31 PM

"Progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress."

I believe that liberty is the only genuinely valuable thing that men have invented, at least in the field of government, in a thousand years. I believe that it is better to be free than to be not free, even when the former is dangerous and the latter safe. I believe that the finest qualities of man can flourish only in free air – that progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress, and of no permanent value. I believe that any man who takes the liberty of another into his keeping is bound to become a tyrant, and that any man who yields up his liberty, in however slight the measure, is bound to become a slave. -- H.L. Mencken

"The Fate of Unborn Millions. . ."

"The time is now near at hand which must probably determine, whether Americans are to be, Freemen, or Slaves; whether they are to have any property they can call their own; whether their Houses, and Farms, are to be pillaged and destroyed, and they consigned to a State of Wretchedness from which no human efforts will probably deliver them. The fate of unborn Millions will now depend, under God, on the Courage and Conduct of this army-Our cruel and unrelenting Enemy leaves us no choice but a brave resistance, or the most abject submission; that is all we can expect-We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die." -- George Washington to his troops before the Battle of Long Island.

"We will not go gently . . ."

This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can't be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won't be done. The Founders' Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.

But I tell you this: We will not go gently into that bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, we will make with our defiance such a sound as ALL history from that day forward will be forced to note, even if they despise us in the writing of it.

And when we are gone, the scattered, free survivors hiding in the ruins of our once-great republic will sing of our deeds in forbidden songs, tending the flickering flame of individual liberty until it bursts forth again, as it must, generations later. We will live forever, like the Spartans at Thermopylae, in sacred memory.

-- Mike Vanderboegh, The Lessons of Mumbai:Death Cults, the "Socialism of Imbeciles" and Refusing to Submit, 1 December 2008

"A common language of resistance . . ."

"Colonial rebellions throughout the modern world have been acts of shared political imagination. Unless unhappy people develop the capacity to trust other unhappy people, protest remains a local affair easily silenced by traditional authority. Usually, however, a moment arrives when large numbers of men and women realize for the first time that they enjoy the support of strangers, ordinary people much like themselves who happen to live in distant places and whom under normal circumstances they would never meet. It is an intoxicating discovery. A common language of resistance suddenly opens to those who are most vulnerable to painful retribution the possibility of creating a new community. As the conviction of solidarity grows, parochial issues and aspirations merge imperceptibly with a compelling national agenda which only a short time before may have been the dream of only a few. For many Americans colonists this moment occurred late in the spring of 1774." -- T.H. Breen, The Marketplace of Revolution: How Consumer Politics Shaped American Independence, Oxford University Press, 2004, p.1.

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Saturday, October 29, 2011

Terror Alert Silliness. Cardboard boxes and weedeater line shuts down Texas town. I thought Texans had more sense.

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