The eyes of the world are on the Malheur Wildlife Refuge…. where a brave and merry band of freedom loving heroes has had the courage to stand up to the dreadful oppression of the Federal Gubmint. Sure, the actions of the Bundy Gang look a lot like domestic terrorism as defined in Title 18 U.S. Code § 2331
(5) the term “domestic terrorism” means activities that—
(A) involve acts dangerous to human life that are a violation of the criminal laws of the United States or of any State;
(B) appear to be intended…..
(ii) to influence the policy of a government by intimidation or coercion; ...
(C) occur primarily within the territorial jurisdiction of the United States.
There is, however, a less well-reported up close and personal side to the Bundy Stand-off. Who would have guessed that armed men, dwindling snacks and supplies, blustery winter cold and a frozen prairie could be a background for LUV?
A nation of hopeless romantics has undertaken a creative romance project hitherto unexplored in ‘Murica, and the results from the wonder people at #bundyeroticfanfic have tweeted loud and long in praises of male bonding in the Pacific Northwest.
A few of the highlights, but I urge you to visit, nay, to contribute, to a truly ‘Murican art project:
Ammon ran a hand through Ryan's hair, then eased him down, whispering "I grant you unlimited grazing rights."
Ammon hesitated. “Isn’t this against the laws of nature?” “Laws?” panted Dwight, “We make our own laws, Ammon."
Ammon exercised his right to Jed's bare arms, stroking his fingers lightly down until he reached Jed's loaded weapon.
"But they'll hear us," Ammon whispered breathlessly. "No, they will not," Jason replied, "I'm using a silencer."
"Take me the way #DonaldTrumpWantsToBangHisDaughter" Ammon whispered