One, two, I’m coming for you, three, four better lock your door …
—Wolverine Watchmen founder Joe Morrison, after pounding on what he thought was Michigan governor Gretchen Whitmer’s office door
The men living in the compound beside a willow-shaded bend in the Portage River in rural Munith, Michigan, had spent months waiting for the signal of the start of the Boogaloo. But handcuffed, disoriented, and shivering in their underwear in separate interrogation rooms of the Michigan State Police’s Jackson Post wasn’t quite how they had envisioned the commencement of a second American civil war playing out.
