Mosey over to Porretto's site, and take a peek at Linda Fox's essay from a coupla weeks ago:
1) Why are you trying to organize anything?
2) "Three can keep a secret, if two are dead." - Benjamin Franklin
3) Submitted for your approval: If things are so bad that something needs doing, STFU, identify a target, and go do it yourself.
Nobody else is there to dime you out. There's no evidentiary trail. If we're suffering the death of 1000 cuts, imagine if one good prick received another in response, from a headless, leaderless amalgamation of 1000 people tired of Leftarded bullshit.
Somebody's a public face of societal destruction?
Any they suddenly got undone?
You believe in individual responsibility? Great. Stop looking for Fearless Leader to hold your hand, wipe your butt, and tell you what to do, when, where, or to whom.
Figure it out yourself, and just git 'er done. No waiting for someone else to tell you it's time, or it's okay, or it's not. No conspiracy to be prosecuted. No whining from the perennially slothful about Feebie McGlowballs the instigating C.I.
I'm not telling you to do or not do anything.
I'm telling you to figure it out for yourself. And do what seems best in your own mind. Nobody can hack that, nobody can read that, and nobody else can ever predict that. If in any one month 1000 Leftards randomly selected had themselves an accident, by the month after that, the species would be on the Endangered List.
And that could no more be stopped - by anyone - than you could command the waves to cease crashing ashore.
And the minute any thousand people on one side decide it's time to dish out their own version of a cut apiece, the Death Of A Thousand Cuts stops from the other side. With all the suddenness of Moldylocks getting punched in the face, or Trayvon becoming a good little criminal, or a BLM rioter or two getting Rittenhoused.
Without any plan per se, no video, no trials, just a sudden surplus number of casualties of what has been, thus far, a largely casualty-free operation: the destruction of civil society.
When egregious civilizational destruction needs skin in the game, the lemon will rapidly become not worth the squeeze.
As an added bonus, the other side is suddenly 1000 Useful Idiots lighter on the scales.
Think it over.
Local, Local, Local is largely a matter not so much of where, but rather one of whom.
The Roman legions were trained to where each man was only responsible for destroying the enemy in the three square feet to their direct front. They conquered most of the known world like that.
And as they say in the Navy, if you clean the edges and corners, the middle of the deck will take care of itself.
So if you see something that needs doing, stop waiting for Ironman, Hulk, and Captain America to show up.
"If everyone sweeps up in front of their own house, all the world's sidewalks will be clean."