Wednesday, August 10, 2011
3:48 a.m.
Beauregard Fontenot was a very well known man. He was a popular figure among the Cajun community. And there was a reason for that. He was in every essence of the word a terrorist. Organizing gun smuggling, grand theft, large scale drug distribution, and occasionally a bombing. And he did it all through the Cajun Republic Army. The CRA was a terrorist organization, that believed in creating a nation in which the French minority had their old land back, and were seperate from the english speaking invaders. He believed that now was the time to strike. The Cajun Republic must be realized, no matter the cost. That seemed to be the newly developed mindset of the CRA.
Starting this morning a series of bombings throughout the english speaking areas had been planned for this week. A couple of shootings had also been planned. Soon the english would begin to buckle at the knees once the realized the rage of a couple hundred mad Cajuns.
Four teams had been sent to walk the streets of Orem at this time. They were carrying Molotov Cocktails and lighters. Their orders were to set as many cars on fire as possible, then certain members would spray paint the Fluer-de-lis on the nearby buildings. Then they would run away, were they would be picked up by vans and driven into the hills. It would certainly prove to be a hell of a wake up call.
3:48 a.m.
Beauregard Fontenot was a very well known man. He was a popular figure among the Cajun community. And there was a reason for that. He was in every essence of the word a terrorist. Organizing gun smuggling, grand theft, large scale drug distribution, and occasionally a bombing. And he did it all through the Cajun Republic Army. The CRA was a terrorist organization, that believed in creating a nation in which the French minority had their old land back, and were seperate from the english speaking invaders. He believed that now was the time to strike. The Cajun Republic must be realized, no matter the cost. That seemed to be the newly developed mindset of the CRA.
Starting this morning a series of bombings throughout the english speaking areas had been planned for this week. A couple of shootings had also been planned. Soon the english would begin to buckle at the knees once the realized the rage of a couple hundred mad Cajuns.
Four teams had been sent to walk the streets of Orem at this time. They were carrying Molotov Cocktails and lighters. Their orders were to set as many cars on fire as possible, then certain members would spray paint the Fluer-de-lis on the nearby buildings. Then they would run away, were they would be picked up by vans and driven into the hills. It would certainly prove to be a hell of a wake up call.