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Informants

A US Capitol Police officer’s friend of 40 years worried he’d “fallen into a cult” and reported the officer to the FBI for telling Trump supporters where the secure locations of lawmakers were.

You’d think you’d know someone after 40 years of friendship. Turning him in was for his own good, you see. To save him from the cult.

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How else would the state have a clue about anything?
In NSDAP Germany it wasn’t the Gestapo or the SD that kept tabs on people, it was snitches on blocks that reported to the block warden about a joke laughing at der F├╝hrer or letting some loose lips sink ships WAR info out.
Trust nothing and no one in Chiquitastan, we are on our own (h/t-WRSA) and most are terrified and soiling themselves at that situation because they are soft weak demoralized simps too stupid for freedom.
Thankfully we don’t have that problem.

Assume anything you have said to anybody over the last two decades, as well as everything you have said or written on an electronic device, has been recorded somewhere.
When crisis arrives and people start losing their shit, they will do anything to survive. Anything.

Beware of Karens who dream of being STASI informants. Those Facebook likes for turning in evil Cis normal badthink white guys is the closest they get to an orgasm.

A bigger problem with snitches is when the feebs use multiple snitches, controlled by multiple handlers, with no coordination. They feed on themselves and the game of telephone, building monsters where none exist. Resulting in a “Republic of Texas” debacle, where every overt act was feeb generated.

I am of Irish heritage . 99.7% if you put any faith in dna technology . I’m in my 70’s and I still remember the first and only time I snitched on my big brother Ron . He had started a fire in the woods behind our house and it got a bit out of control . The fire department soon showed up to douce the flames . I ran into the house and told my dad . When Ron got back from his bit of insurrection dad asked him if he had started the fire . Ron told the truth and dad scolded him a little . Very little . He then took off his thick leather belt and while holding my left hand beat the snot and the snitching out of me with that belt . I was instructed that in this house we do not snitch on our brothers . The lesson stuck and I must admit I am proud of my heritage . I raised my kids the same . Snitches are worthy of only shame , beating , and death . It’s a family tradition .

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