3.  BILL AND SILENT GUY STRIKE BACK
    by William Stone, III 
    Exclusive to TLE    http://www.webleyweb.com/tle/>     Issue 221

    (With apologies to Kevin Smith - http://www.viewaskew.com>)

"Libertarians always have such cool projects!"

This exclamation escaped my lips on April 6, 2003, when Lynn Atherton
displayed her husband Roger Bloxham's experimental aircraft.

I recently met Lynn and her husband at a dinner party in their home, rather
surprisingly hosted in my honor. It hadn't really started out that way, but
these things tend to take on a life of their own, sometimes.

For years, my uncle Guy and I dreamed of attending Wanenmacher's Tulsa Arms
Show (http://www.tulsarmsshow.com). Guy and I are the Jay and Silent Bob
(http://www.viewaskew.com) of the South Dakota gun show circuit.
Wanenmacher's show seemed like the ultimate shrine to guns and the free
market, and we wanted to make the pilgrimage since I moved back home to
South Dakota.

This year, "Silent Guy" located a bus tour that started in
Minnesota, stopped in Sioux City, Iowa, and then continued to Tulsa. The
cost was a piddling $250 in FRNs and included the bus ride, hotel for the
weekend, and exhibitor passes to the gun show.

We're there, dude.

I usually make a point of trying to meet libertarians when I travel:
they're fun and I like their company. I contacted the Oklahoma Libertarian
Party http://www.oklp.org> and was in turn directed to the Tulsa
Area Libertarians (http://www.tulsalp.org). I introduced myself and
indicated that if the Tulsa Libertarians had a table at the gun show, I'd
be interested in stopping by; alternately, I'd love to go to dinner with
anyone who'd be free Saturday night.

In short order, what I'd assumed would be a quick burger at Denny's became
an amazing dinner party hosted in my honor. I sat flabbergasted as the
event materialized before my eyes -- for a while, I was a bit worried that
I might need to give a speech.

Thus, the "2003 Libertarian Road Trip" was born: a gigantic gun
show with a little politics sprinkled in for good measure.

The gun show was April 4-6, 2003. The bus picked us up at a truck stop
south of Sioux City on Thursday, April 3, at about 10:30pm. We would be
driving all night and arrive about noon on Friday. We'd then have the
afternoon to wander the arena -- a nine-mile hike! -- while exhibitors set
up their tables.

The tone for the trip was set within the first ten minutes, when the movie
_The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly_
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/6304698798/qid=10512841
76/sr=8-2/ref=sr_8_2/002-9829400-2635256?v=glance&s=dvd&n=507846>
was put on the bus VCR.

My uncle and I talked to some of our fellow travelers and gun enthusiasts.
Not surprisingly, some were making this trip for business rather than
pleasure. I did a quick count: there was just under half a million dollars
in FRNs on the bus, distributed among its heavily-armed riders. My uncle
and I were site-seeing dilettantes by comparison.

I've never had any luck sleeping upright, so we arrived rather bleary-eyed
for breakfast in Joplin, Missouri. Being south of Kansas City for the first
time in a couple of years, I had the opportunity to briefly go off my
Atkins Diet (http://www.atkinscenter.com) for a breakfast of grits
http://www.grits.com>. Grits can be something of an acquired taste,
but one I've enjoyed since my business trips to Shreveport, Louisiana in
the 1990s.

Another few hours found us at the J.M. Davis Arms & Historical Museum
http://www.state.ok.us/~jmdavis/> in Claremore, Oklahoma. This is
one of the most impressive firearms museums I've ever seen. If you're
anywhere near Claremore, I heartily recommend it.

Another hour, and we were standing outside the exhibit hall at the Tulsa
fairgrounds. Then the doors opened, and suddenly it was like a scene from a
Kevin Smith movie:

CUT TO: INTERIOR EXHIBIT HALL. BILL and SILENT GUY enter through a side
entrance. Their mouths drop, and they stare in amazement.

The camera DOLLIES IN for a SMASH CLOSE-UP on BILL.

BILL (Awed): Ho. Ly. Crap.

CUT TO: WIDE ANGLE OF ARENA. Bon Jovi's "Bad Medicine"
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/jayandsilentbobstrikeback/badmedicine.htm>
is playing. We zoom up and back, exposing 3,800 tables filled with guns and
related materials. It stretches on and on into the horizon. It is organized
chaos, with EXHIBITORS scurrying up and down the aisles, preparing for the
public opening of the show the next day. There are occasional announcements
on the public address system regarding parking, warnings to unload and then
leave, etc.

BILL and SILENT GUY are utterly dwarfed by the enormity of the arena.

MEDIUM SHOT OF BILL AND SILENT GUY. Next to them is a huge steel
garage door. As they stare in wonder and amazement at
the scene around them the door slides open to reveal a PINZGAUER 712M Troop
Carrier 6x6 all-wheel drive vehicle from Swiss Army Vehicles
http://www.swissarmyvehicles.com>.

Run DMC's "Tougher Than Leather"
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/jayandsilentbobstrikeback/tougherthanl
eather.htm> plays as the 712M rolls past BILL and SILENT GUY.

CLOSE-UP OF BILL AND SILENT GUY. BILL is smiling vacently in the direction
of the PINZGAUER.

BILL: Dude, I think I just filled the cup.

SILENT GUY reacts with disgust and steps back a pace.

One cannot do justice to the size and volume of the space, the number of
guns, and the astounding amount of sheer, raw, unadulterated freedom that
resonated within the arena.

While it's not possible to recount everything that was seen and heard over
three days at this incredible event, a few individual incidents merit note:

Jim Burke of Paris, Texas bills himself as an "Artist in
Leather." He makes the only Western-style holster for M1911-style
pistols I've ever seen (though seminal libertarian author L. Neil Smith
http://www.lneilsmith.com> later informed me he's been making them
for 20 years).

I'm seriously considering campaigning for Senate in 2004 with my Kimber
Customer Classic http://www.kimberamerica.com> strapped to my hip.
If I do, I'd wish to have a stylish leather gunbelt and holster that would
look good with a suit, particularly at the debates. I was expecting to have
to commission a custom rig until I met Jim Burke.

After sitting in the aforementioned Pinzgauer 712M, I was sorely tempted to
buy one. They're not that expensive when compared to the average SUV, and
it would certainly get me in and out of my grandmother's Pedro, South
Dakota property in any weather.

It would also be one up on the doctor who likes to drop his kids off at
school in his Humvee http://www.hummer.com>! I could have the girls
kick open the rear door on the Pinzgauer while screaming at them
Ermey-style http://www.rleeermey.com/>: "Ok, girls,
move! Go, go, go! You little girls wanna be
late for school?! You wanna end up sitting in
detention?! Move!!"

There was a booth that sold faux license plates: hard plastic items the
size and shape of real plates on which anything may be printed. Knowing
that I was to be met for dinner that night by libertarians I'd never met, I
thought it might be useful to have my name on something prominent so that
they could identify me. I had a license plate printed that bore the
American flag in the background and read, "Bill Stone / US Senate 2004
/ South Dakota".

I thought it was rather sharp, so I zip-tied it to my vest and hung it on
my back. The reaction that this provoked amazed me.

People repeatedly stopped to shake my hand. The most common comment was,
"I sure hope you kick that SOB Daschle's ass!" and "I'm
rooting for you, buddy, send that little jerk home!" One vendor
remembered me from a Dakota Territory Gun Collectors Association show in
Yankton, South Dakota, where I'd briefly stood at the Yankton Area
Libertarians' table. He smiled broadly, wishing me every luck sending
Dashle packing.

I even ended up getting a Pager Pal (http://www.pagerpal.com) at cost
because the vendor insisted. I honestly didn't want to, but he said,
"No, you take it. When you get elected, you just tell everyone how you
wear your Pager Pal on the floor of the Senate, ok?"

The Pager Pal has become my new best friend: it will comfortably conceal my
Kimber under almost any clothing, even tight jeans.

It's quite clear that Tom Daschle's days as a United States Senator are
numbered. There's no real likelihood a Libertarian can win (though my uncle
had dinner with some people who thought differently), but he's
very vulnerable. I continue to believe that if the
National LP were to cease funding an expensive and pointless Presidential
campaign and instead focus on a vulnerable candidate from a low-population
state, there might be a realistic
chance that I would become the first Libertarian elected to national office.

Then, of course, was dinner with the Tulsa Area Libertarians.

I was picked up from the fairgrounds by Roger Bloxham. At his home, I met
the other Tulsa Area Libertarians. All were memorable individuals to be
sure, but most impressive was Roger's wife, Lynn Atherton.

Lynn greeted me at the door to her home with a big, friendly hug -- frankly
reminding me of a mother welcoming a child returning home for a visit. It
was quite clear that despite the fact that I was a total stranger, since I
was a philosophical kindred spirit she considered me one of her own.

After a grand dinner prepared by the libertarians, we sat around chatting,
discussing politics and philosophy until nearly four o'clock in the
morning. I'd have stayed all night (and in fact, Lynn and Roger had offered
both myself and my uncle their home for the weekend), but I had to be back
on the bus at 6am.

Prior to my trip, my friend Scott Beiser
http://www.libertyartworx.com> had asked me to say "hi" to
Atherton and Bloxham. Little did I know that not only do they know Scott,
they know everybody.

Lynn has been around a long time. She's forgotten more
about practical politicing than I'll ever learn. Were she not too young for
the title, the people she knows and the things she's seen would mark her as
one of the Grand Dames of the Libertarian Party.

Indeed, Lynn Atherton and Roger Bloxham are the only individuals with whom
I'm personally acquainted who have awards named after them: the Roger
Bloxham Award is given to the Tulsa Area Libertarian who endeavors the most
in campaigning or servicing in public office. The Lynn Atherton Award is
goven to the Tulsa Area Libertarian who best serves to promote the
Libertarian Party.

At about 2:30am, Lynn took me out back to show off her husband's
experimental aircraft. At which point, it really struck me:

Libertarian have cool projects because they're always looking up. We refuse
to believe that the world has placed limits on us. We see the world as a
place of prosperity, of high hopes, and of incredible dreams. We travel
through the world with our heads held high and our eyes focused on the
stars.

Statists -- the right- or left-wing kind, it doesn't matter which -- just
stare down in the mud, impotently whimpering about the raw deal life has
handed them.

I sign my correspondence with L. Neil Smith's battle cry: "Freedom,
Immortality, and the Stars!" Unlike the Statists, we libertarians
mean it. Political defeat after political defeat, Lynn
Atherton comes back undaunted, her head held high, and her husband plying
the skies. She takes total strangers into her home with a hug and kind
words.

This is the world we're fighting for, in which all individuals look at life
as a series of opportunities rather than a litany of mistakes.

Freedom, Immortality, and the Stars!
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William Stone, III is a computer nerd (RHCE, CCNP, CISSP) and Executive
Director of the Zero Aggression Institute (http://www.0ap.org). He seeks
the Libertarian Party's nomination for the 2004 Senate race in South
Dakota.

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