We live about 35 miles from the eastern border of Utah. I was not happy to read about this, but not surprised. There are some weird mentalities there, though maybe not as unusual as they have been, with the proliferation of wing-nuts all over, from news accounts.

My dad's wife used to shoot her shotgun at magpies if they got in her trees, right up against the house and not that far from the road. I hated her for that. She thought nothing of it.

One thing, for sure, the LDS church will close ranks, they do all of the time, if they feel threatened. They don't call it the Beehive State for naught.

This brings to mind Alabama's song "Words at Twenty Paces:"

Artist: Alabama
Song: Words at Twenty Paces
Album: Mountain Music


Just like a western movie
A challenge has been made
A shot fired in anger
And pride stepped off the train
Won't we ever stop this
Killin' me and you
'Til our hearts are up on Boot Hill
And there's nothing we can do

Words at twenty paces
Anger at high noon
This house ain't big enough
For both of us, it's comin' soon
We'll finish off our happiness
And run hope out of town
With words at twenty paces
Lord, it's love we're gunnin' down

How did we ever lose the dreams we used to share
The gentle touch, the words of love, the way we used to care
Sometimes you words cut like a bullet in my side
Oh which is more important, wounded hearts or wounded pride

I've got my ammunition
I know you've got yours too
We know each other's weakness
Lord, the damage we can do
Why can't we just step aside
And put our guns away
Let love come like the cavalry
Ride in and save the day