Here lies the body of LaVoy Finicum sprawled across the dreaded double yellow line. Millions of Americans understand, to cross these lines, is certain death, so we don’t do it. However, if you belong to a cult, a sect, and entertain visions of Armageddon, then you are bid by your higher power to cross the line, stir up shit, and get the End Time rolling.

When the dust clears, we are going to hear from LaVoy’s family who will say he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to see the Lord and the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse before he kicks the bucket like us other old men who have trouble taking a pee due to prostate cancer, or, succumb alas to dreaded agent orange. Remember agent orange?

I see the first yellow line as the mortal coil of our mundane existence. Due to the original sin, nothing is right, everything is broken, or…