I tuned in to Radio Fear quite by accident.

The two old boys beaming their show out of a secret location somewhere near Hayden Lake, Idaho, did not call it Radio Fear, of course. They would have never admitted to fearing anything. Their guns were locked, loaded and ready to fire on the enemy.Yes, they have seen the enemy, and it is us.

Well, most of us, anyway, the normal people of the United States of America. Their enemies would include even almost all of the people in Hayden Lake, though that scenic area of the Northwest seems to have a special allure for wackos.

No doubt about it, these boys were preparing for the Big One. The next civil war. It is coming just as surely as those black helicopters are sitting in hangars in Kansas and Colorado. It is just as certain as the commands being given by the hidden One World Government to begin training the troops to take over the United States.

They told their shortwave radio audience repeatedly that "wonna these days" we - I suppose referring to us, the enemy - were all going to be sorry we didn't listen to them sooner. After about five minutes, I was sorry that I had ever listened to them at all.

Radio Fear is a voice of the militia. The opinions expressed are not necessarily those of anyone you've ever met and certainly not the kind of thing you'll hear on your AM or FM. Of course, there is no surprise about that, AM and FM radio require a license granted by you-know-who. You don't ask for anything from the enemy.

The message of Radio Fear is not exactly one of racism. To be sure, they don't like black people ("The only way you could be an African-American," one of the announcers said, "is if you spent six months in America and six months in Africa,") but then, they don't like anyone. They hate federal agents. They hate the media - including people like Rush Lim-baugh. They hate 99 percent of all the politicians they've ever met. Heck, they don't even like each other all that much. During the hour or so that I managed to stomach Radio Fear, a good half of that was these two men bickering among themselves. They may have shot it out after the show for all I know.

Don't ask me to tell you what they were really arguing about. It reminded me of my two youngest children arguing over the remote. You'll forgive me if I blocked it out of my memory.

What I do remember about Radio Fear is one short exchange in which the two men were talking about a confrontation with an FBI agent. Their recollection is that an FBI agent called them and told one of the men he needed to speak with him in his office.

Naturally, the man refused because he knew he would never be seen alive again. This is Radio Fear, remember.

The militia members always, in their minds, are smarter than we, the enemy. They are braver and stronger too. We may as well just give up.

Or perhaps the best thing to do is just what I did - twist the tuning knob on my radio.