If you are interested in joining up, it is totally free. No dues. Just promise you will be angry and you will be nice. Get in touch with us today at militia headquarters, RR2, Heart's Content Road, Egypt, Maine 04047, or call 625-8693, or find us the old-fashioned way. Sundays are best. We'll open the gate for you! We love you! We are your neighbors. Keep your powder dry and your ear to the ground. Let's save the Republic together!
The article is signed.
Militia Secretary: Bree St. Onge
Recruiting Officers: Samantha Butler and Margo St. Onge
Other Officers: Whitney St. Onge, Michelle St. Onge, Dee Dee St. Onge, Carmel St. Onge, Kirk Martin, Tabitha St. Onge, Liddy Soucier, Desiree Haskell, Scotty St. Onge, Heather Monroe, Erin Pinette, Rusty Soucier, Chris Butler, Lorrie Pytko, Jaime Crosman, Shanna St. Onge, Alyson Lessard, Rachel Soucier, Christian Crocker, Buzzy Shaw, Theoden Tarr, Josh Fogg.
And just in case readers need help making the connections, the Record Sun editors have helpfully added a sidebar with a summarized rehash of the publicized Homeschool-Settlement-Border Mountain Militia relationship, as well as a mention of the "36" terrorized-looking governors' wives to whom Gordon St. Onge once gave a talk. And there are two photos. One the rememberable merry-go-round shot, the scary weirdly-lighted face and upper body of Gordon St. Onge that sensationalized all the earlier St. Onge-as-madman articles, and one of the gate and KEEP OUT signs. This boxed piece reads: GATES OF ST. ONGE SETTLEMENT WILL COME DOWN.
Claire St. Onge in a future time tells us of the days following the article.
You could almost feel the ground tremble after that op-ed. The phone rang. It was answered. It rang again as soon as it was back on the hook. Working people wanted to do something. They weren't apt to use the word revolution or call themselves radicals, but they were "coming out." No, these were not just college lefties. These were also regular Mainers. The silent presence, until now. It was sweet. Surprising to me, actually. I never realized how many people were ready, once you put it to them in a way that touched them personally — which our 15-year-old Bree and the other young people, mostly Bree, had done. So young! Our darling insurgents.
So it was people of all kinds calling, writing, leaving messages down by the gate. My gosh, some of us even joked that messages might come in bottles, down the Little Boundary Stream or out of the sky under wee parachutes. People, people, people. It was a chillingly beautiful thing.
That very first day or two, the call-in talk shows were about nothing else, just the True Maine Militia. Radio listeners wanted in. Though some didn't want in as much as a chance to talk on the radio about their fears, and there were plenty who wanted to show off what they thought they knew about democracy and government and corporatism.
Meanwhile, yeah, there were calls to the shows by those warning of the mad prophet and references to his blatant polygamy and child abuse. And some called the True Maine Militia "crazies running through the woods with hand grenades."