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lbmdispatch: Mel “The Dragon Man” Bernstein’s compound. Colorado Springs. The gravel road leading to the heavily fortified compound of The Dragon Man is strewn with wrecked and overturned cars —most of them heavily pocked with bullet holes— and bloody mannequins. There are signs at these scenes of carnage: “Is there life after death? Trespass here and find out!” “This gang banger was playing his RAP music too loud!” “Don’t piss me off! I am running out of places to bury the bodies!” “This guy was a registered Democrat.” “Robbers welcome! I need the target practice!” There is another sign near the gate at the end of the driveway: “The owner of this property has the right to shoot to kill all trespassers. ‘Make my day law’.” Nearby, a mannequin with a shovel stands over an empty grave, and yet another sign reads, “This spot could be yours.” The Dragon Man is a gun dealer who runs a sprawling adventure land —gun range, paintball park, military museum, and dirt bike track—for the Second Amendment crowd. The compound was closed on the day of our visit, and we surmised that it was likely ill advised to encroach any further on the Dragon Man’s property.  Just up the road we encountered a man and two young boys squatting in the dirt lot of a weathered ranch house. The three figures were situated at some distance from one another, and all of them were hacking at the earth. The man was using a hammer; the two boys were wielding screwdrivers. I walked toward them up a long gravel driveway, but they were intent on their labors and, despite the barking of a dog that was scurrying around the yard, they didn’t seem to note my approach. I walked right up to the man and said hello, but he still didn’t look up or acknowledge my presence. He kept right on pounding with his hammer until a cell phone chirped in his jacket pocket. The man answered the phone, listened intently for a moment, and then said, “Oh, you know how it is. Dazed and confused.” He then stood up and walked away toward a truck at the back of the house. I tried my luck with one of the boys. “What are you guys doing?” I asked. “Attacking ants,” he said. “They attack us, so we’re attacking them.” I asked the boy if he knew the Dragon Man. He allowed that he occasionally saw the Dragon Man at the Wal-Mart, and then he pointed his screwdriver back down the road. “That’s his place over there,” he said. “He’s a shooter.” And then he went right back to attacking ants. Preorder Colorado. $18: 
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