The subject of Michael W. Dean (earlier post today) arose because Michael let me know that he and Neema Vedadi pimped our free anti-snitch book, Rats! in their recent Freedom Feens podcast, “Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here. This is the pod room.
That’s not the only comment Rats! earned in the last week or so. A gentleman (I presume he’s a gentleman) named Butzy, who has some interesting background, wrote (with slight cleanup by me; I don’t think English is Butzy’s native language):
Good primer.
But most important, as you said but not really, do it by yourself. You have no friends. You know the old joke: you’re in the wood and a bear chases you and your best friend. You don’t have to be faster then the bear, only your friend. And as you pointed out one of us might be KGB or even worse Stazi — or even worse just arrested for jay walking and just got a new job at Pizza Hut cleaning bathrooms and needs a way out. But as you pointed out you ain’t got no friends — just folks that want your drugs, your boots or 15 min of fame or to walk.
As one of my local bodyguards said in Serbia when I worked for an alphabet institution: “Nun sacciu, nun vidi, nun ceru e si ceru durmiv.”
“I know nothing, I didn’t see anything, I wasn’t there, and if I was there, I was asleep”
“Say nothing do nothing and hopefully ask for an get and attorney.”
Peace,
Butzy
(I didn’t get his permission before printing this, so Butzy, if you object, please let me know. I don’t think the email address that came with this message was real.)
“Rats!” may become a sleeper. And going (possibly) international, or at least inter-cultural? Score One for the internet.
If I must live totally alone, never trusting anyone but myself, and never being trusted in return… I’ll gladly die instead. That’s not life. It’s not even existance.
Trust, but verify, and be prepared to make mistakes. Life is risky. Only death is truly safe.
“I know nothing, I didn’t see anything, I wasn’t there, and if I was there, I was asleep”
That has been my operational motto since I was a teenager. It has kept me out of serious trouble here and there in the ensuing years.
Someone has been watching Hogan’s Heros reruns! 🙂
I read Mr./Ms Butzy’s comments and he/she is right… to a point. Where I disagree is with his/her contention that you have to become paranoid. One doesn’t have to become fanatical about security in order to be secure. The secret is simply being aware of what is going on around you and being able to assess the risks you face without becoming obsessed by them. If a person takes reasonable precautions and understands there will be things that will not be within his/her control and has a plan B to deal with things that come from left field then life can go on. In short don’t travel through life as a robot.
I don’t know wHAt this is about, exactly, but it Is funny as heck to me:
“Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here. This is the pod room.
HAHAHAHAHAQHAHAHAHA!
Maybe it’s a guy thing, I don’t know. But it’s hAlarious.
Another recent review of “Rats!” — http://sniggle.net/Experiment/index5.php?entry=08Dec12
Thanks, David. Though I’m sorry you were disappointed with the book, your article on radical honesty is intriguing. That could clearly be a tactic for dedicated, hardcore agitators.