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Lynn had been dallying in martial arts and spirituality for some time. "I was 30, kind of at that age when you're looking for things. I was definitely looking for some kind of spiritual path."
What she found in Reagan's teachings, she says, is a complete package of martial arts, shooting, healing ceremonies, spiritual and sexual teachings, medicine wheels and teaching circles.
There are five levels of Quodoushka, and Lynn says she has been through them all. "After 20 years of fucking, I should know how to do it." What saddens her, she says, is how out of touch many people are with their sexuality. "The Quodoushka teachers really have to be honored for doing the work they do, going into different cities and teaching people to be more orgiastic, to love their bodies."
She says Reagan has taught her the meaning of life and not to be afraid to die for what she believes in.
Lynn, who won a national pistol championship in 1999, is relaxed and nearly joyous on the shooting range, as she and her boyfriend Angus, a grandmaster ranked fifth in the world, shoot steel with friends.
Reagan, too, seems to let down his guard when he's shooting with the Deer Tribe gun club at the Ben Avery Range near Happy Valley. The air is gritty with dust. Smells of gunpowder mingle with the sweetness of the clove cigarette that dangles from Reagan's chapped lips as he slides bullets into a magazine.
Reagan drops the racist rhetoric and cracks jokes, sipping a Dr. Pepper at his shaded table and shouting encouragement into a bullhorn. Ina's having trouble with her ammo, and it's affecting her time. Another gun club member loaded 500 rounds for her the night before, and they're jamming in the chamber. Reagan allows her to switch ammo and reshoot the target. He's awash in smiles, more like a shopping mall Santa than the war chief he claims to be.
But Reagan can shape-shift from teddy bear to grizzly bear in an instant. Just wind him up on AIM or immigration, and watch him go.
"Look at the whole Latino, viva la raza, re-con-quest-ah," he says. "Look at the population distribution that is going on now, the open immigration, the amnesty, the insistence on bilingual education and, I'm sorry, when your relatives and all of ours came over from Europe, wherever they came from . . . they had to learn English." He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and raises his index finger in the air. "This is America, and we speak English. And we should not allow anyone to come into this country who does not use that as their main language. That frightens me."
He announces that he will now explain his frustrations with AIM and the rest of them in the Cherokee manner with a parable:
"It's like there's a woman who calls up the police department and she says, 'Get over here as quick as you can! There's a man who's masturbating in his bedroom. I can see him through the windows!' The cops arrive and say, 'Can you show us that?' She says, 'Yes, come and look.' The cop looks through the window and says, 'Well, I don't see anything.' She says, 'Well, pull over the chair, stand up on the counter and look out through the window with binoculars, and you can!"
Reagan slips another Dr. Pepper from the cooler, pops it and takes a long sip, letting his wisdom settle before he continues.
"There is always someone that is concerned about what other people are doing to progress themselves, to mature, to become more part of the solution than part of the problem," he says, weary of critics who focus too much attention on him. "They resent the fact that they haven't got the courage to do so. That's what it's about, it's fear-based. Fear is the unknown; it will always be the unknown. They're cowards in heart, spirit and body."
Reagan follows his Cherokee-style masturbation parable with some Gunsite-style brilliance from gun guru Jeff Cooper. "There are four conditions of human kind. The greatest position in the world is to be a living hero. Second is to be a dead hero. Third is to be a dead coward. Fourth is to be a living coward. That pretty much says it all. These people are living cowards, and they're the lowest level of the echelon."
He puffs on a Jakarta and sits back in his chair with an impish smile.
"Now you can see why I'm controversial."