I just got a voicemail from one special agent Delligan (sp? And why are they almost always Irish?) in DC about a 'post you made in April', and he wanted a callback. On calling I got a voicemail box that sounded legit but I still suspected a FB phishing expedition. So I dialed the same number but instead of the last 2 digits I dialed 00... Fast busy. So I dial 01, and get a senator's office. Not a Phishing trip... I left a rather rude voicemail at the phone number and got a callback about 10 minutes later. The post in question, from April was in regard to the Congressional Baseball game, which had a shooter drop in if you'll recall. My post was just before they tried have their ballgame again and RollCall was commenting on the security. In the post I basically suggested that there's no foolproof way to protect a congressman on an open air ballfield from a sniper at 300 yard with a bolt action rifle. Apparently the Capitol Police ARE worried about such a possibility and were 'assessing' all possible threat scenarios made on social media. After a five minute chat he assumed I wasn't intending to be a 'shooter' nor instructing anyone how to be one, or even suggesting anyone should be one, and here is the post:
"Tight security. Use a good high power Bolt Action legal-in-all-50-states hunting rifle... Bedded in and checked at the range any ol' bolt action ought to be good for 300 yards anyway.
"Republicans’ First Congressional Baseball Practice After Shooting Set for April 25"
https://www.rollcall.com/news/hoh/republicans-congressional-baseball/ "
Rr. Ps. "I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad!"