When lawmakers don act, can vigilantism be far away?
It would be going too far, I suppose, to call ourselves latter-day vigilantes. We docile and über-friendly Wisconsinites are more Easterners than Westerners that way. Many folks west of the Mississippi are still proud of the fact they once had lots of so-called “vigilance committees.” Dallas even went so far as to recently name its arena football team “The Vigilantes.” A team spokesman told me that’s because they will administer what’s known as “Texas justice.” We have long had Wisconsin justice, too, of course. Wisconsin justice is when, after your 14th OWI, the judge tells you it’s finally time to give up the brandy – and maybe focus on a good lager or stout instead. Here’s the thing, though. People fed up with Wisconsin’s most popular hobby – driving hammered – are starting to act a little like old-time Westerners. Kevin Woodward, who lives in the Town of Platteville, says he was standing in front of his place on Hwy. 81 the other day when he heard something down by the road that tu
