meme courtesy of BCE
[Notice: Sincere but amused condolences to anyone who came here because they mistakenly thought WRSA was telling me to shut up. LOL!]
To the waste of skin and oxygen who attempted to suggest in comments elsewhere, "You first, agent provacateur", I point it out for the fund of bankrupt intelligence among similar limpdicks that when - not if - people anywhere do things in response to this week's banana republican travesty, they should keep those secrets as far as possible, including if necessary taking them to their graves. No brags, no reports, no after-actions, nothing. If we get a republic back someday, maybe, in 50 years, it can be discussed. It will not and ought not be blogged, except by those with single digit IQs, and life expectancies measured in minutes.
Unless you want to see a federal prison from the inside, you'll follow the laws scrupulously, and you're Johhny StraightArrow, as far as everyone in your effing life knows, or that anyone, anywhere, can ever prove.
Your feelings, even your words, are not deeds.
What's coming will be UFOs.
Unidentified Fucking Objections.
"Something happened, but nobody knows anything about it."
In the Joisy-speak of Bluebloods DA investigator Abetemarco: "Nobody saw nothing. Nobody heard nothing. Nobody's saying nothing."
Every law enforcement officer worth their salt can tell you two things:
1) "We only catch the dumb ones."
Those who talk, don't know; those who know, don't talk.
Period. Paragraph. Thus Endeth The Lesson.