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A fwiw comment about the original song: I knew it had come out decades ago, but was surprised to discover (after checking Wikipedia) it was Bowie's breakthrough and first commercial success, hitting the top 5 in the U.K. when it was released on July 11th, 1969 -- for myself, a date close enough to the Apollo 11's moon landing to making it interestingly appropriate.

Although the comment in the film didn't feel right when I heard it--due to being under the impression that just about every guy in Tennessee during the 1940's owned some type of firearm--I shrugged it off as having something to do with the story pointing out some of the guys in this situation were returning veterans from the second World War and perhaps were connected to the National Guard (which is usually--based on my own experience--a part of the mustering out process [at their time called the "Mustering-out Payment Act"]) .

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to see the film from beginning to end and don't know the connection with the armory. For now, I'll have to assume, and shouldn't have any reason to think otherwise, the production company making the film either doesn't have an agenda to alter the story for political reasons or didn't fail somewhere in the back story to accurately elaborate that this was an additional way to back up their own fire power to insure a winning result. If that was the case, then I probably should concede you're correct. However, perhaps fudging on the definition in the original post's question on how the citizenry became armed, they did become armed and succeeded in stopping the rogue elements.

The Battle of Athens (10:01)

Matewan: The Problem (5:40)
Matewan: The Setup (3:40)
Matewan: The Shootout (6:40)

I originally thought there might have been a missing option: "What is this Friends/Family thing you speak of?"

Give the problem to Google, Microsoft and Mozilla--the constant one-upmanship in this recreation could turn out to be interesting.

Or ... learn how to Kickstart your product? However, using it to "sell" a completed product makes it more of a project; marketing it might make it an issuue.

Instead of the dry M(48), could one of those cool names, at the least, include something about The Gimp? This one is their 14th.

(Just for fun) here's a scene from a movie written a couple of years before it was released in 1968 in which the protagonist tries to politely beg to differ -- a strange time when one company (TPC) owned all the phones, when all the phones were land line and telephone numbers had 3 character letters for the prefix denoting the locality of the person being called. If this (fictional) scenario comes to pass, will there be anyone with enough will to resist, requiring that the phone be pried from their cold dead hands?

munsoned (v.) - To have the whole world in the palm of your hand and blow it. The ones responsible, through actions of their own, of "Being on 'a Gravy train with Biscuit Wheels' and falling off."

It's hubris, pure and simple -- well deserved, imho.

Imagine there are no corporations, it's easy if you try; no copyright hell below us, above us only sky. Imagine -- people only being people, living for today. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one; I hope some day everyone will join us, and the world will be as one.

... where do I apply for one of these blog-shilling jobs--getting paid cash for troll posting comments on the Internet all day. Sounds kind of sweet, especially if it's a living wage.

... to the substance of my existence and being able to separate it from the mortal ball and chain of my biological matter---avoiding the philosophical aspects, I'm implying something sort of ... technological.