Wirecuttin' camo

-Hiswiserangel

Wirecutter - Past, Present and Future

Here's your warning

Got some shit going on here, folks so posting's going to be kinda sorta thin through Monday.
Nothing serious, just have things to do in the evening.

CharlieGodammit and Wirecutter - The Early Years

-Irish

You can't miss my place, man.

Fucking Post Office.....

Yeah man, so I'm trying to keep a low profile nowadays after moving due to trouble and threats from shitheads like Firestone, PETAphiles and other assorted liberals, bitches and punks that feel like I should give a fuck about what they think. I mean, if it was just me I wouldn't trip on it but I've got Lisa to worry about too and there's no telling what unstable people might do. Anyways, we talked and I promised that I wouldn't disclose our new location, the problem being the amount of mail and packages that I swap around with other Patriots but seeing as I've never actually met these folks it would be very easy for the new location to get out, you understand.
The solution of course was to get a PO box for that and I might as well get it in Ceres seeing as I still pass through there on the way home, plus I still do a fair amount of time there shopping and visiting and shit. Perfect - saves gas as far as trips to the post office and again, lets me hide out and feel sneaky and shit.
So anyways, I had to mail a package today so I figured that I might as well get it over with. While I was there I asked to rent a PO box. The clerk hands me an application and then tells me I have to submit 2 forms of ID, 2 utility bills to prove residency and 44 bucks US.
What the fuck? Last time I rented a box I just had to show an ID. What the fuck is this proof of residency shit? I never had to do that before - granted, it's been a few years since I got a PO box but still.... you don't even need proof of residency to vote or work in this country.
So I mail the package, go back home, dig through a bunch of files and find two bills from the old place and drive my ass back to the Ceres post office in the 90 degree heat.
HE DIDN'T EVEN LOOK AT THE FUCKING BILLS, MAN. He went over the application, checked my CDL and work ID and glanced at the hand that I had the folded up bills in. They could've been my truck registration and insurance papers for all he knew.

Yeah, so the upshot is that I got the box. You can now mail me shit like donations, poison pen letters and dried meats as well as payments for items listed at the Patriot Swap Shop at the address in the Bullet-Bone-Bail Fund donation box in my sidebar.

Wirecutter - The Early Years

Wirecutter - The Early Years

HEY!!! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY PONYTAIL???

After our moving sale....

The TCB Car

This was originally posted last May. Given the daily deterioration of our Rights and the rapid advancement of a Police State, I feel that it deserves a re-post, both as a reminder to long-time readers and those folks that have recently started visiting here.

The Taking Car of Business Car

It was suggested to me a while back that some of my articles and postings should have disclaimers. Okay, if you insist.

Disclaimer: No Asians were harmed during the writing of this post.

I’ve got a little bit of experience of using TCB cars from my younger years and thought I’d pass on some tips that I feel helped to keep me from ever getting busted. Granted, times change, especially with GPS, but I’d like to think these pointers kept me from ever getting arrested for about 10 years of living wild.
By the way, they need a warrant to put GPS on you. They can tail you just because.
Some of this stuff is so obvious that it doesn’t really need to even be said but you’d be surprised at the idiots that overlook them and end up getting nailed.
One thing I need to say is don’t use a stolen car. You have something to accomplish and you don’t need the authorities looking for you before you even get started.

Your Taking Care of Business car should be completely unremarkable. It needs to not be noticed for obvious reasons - you’re taking care of business and you don’t want people to remember you being in the area. Something 4 or 5 years old, in good mechanical shape with a clean body and good paint and no cracks in the windshield. No bumper or window stickers (says the man with a F*ck Obama sticker on his tailgate) and for God’s sake, no personalized license plates. No loud exhaust. If you require a pickup, a truck that’s commonly used as fleet vehicles would be perfect, like a white Ford Ranger or F-150. You definitely want to stay away from lifted trucks or lowered cars. Keep your music low enough to where it doesn’t attract attention. Blend in. Don’t be noticed and don’t get pulled over getting there.
Obviously, it helps to match the vehicle to the environment - A pickup with a load of hay in the back might look perfectly normal in Denair California but it’s gonna draw attention in Manhattan.

Before leaving for whatever you may be doing, do a walk-around and look for anything that doesn’t look right. Make sure you have both license plates and they’re securely fastened. Look for small punctures in your tail lights, mud on the back of the car, anything that might make it stand out to somebody that’s tailing you.

Make sure you are completely legal. Make sure you have your license, registration and proof of insurance up to date. Check every one of your vehicles’ lights - turn signals, brakes, headlights, backup and most importantly the license plate light. Check your tires - make sure they’re in good shape not only to keep you from getting pulled over for bald tires but because you might have to put them to hard use if things don’t go according to plan.

Leave your regular cell phone at home. Buy a cheap pre-paid phone for your trip if absolutely have to have a phone. Don’t program any numbers into it in case you have to get rid of it.

Make sure you have a full tank of gas. Never start anything with less than a full tank of gas. Every gas station in the country has security cameras and you’re trying to stay unnoticed and as untraceable as you possibly can. If you’re traveling and need to refuel, hit the stations right off the interstate where they see thousands of people every day and pay cash. Never use a debit card when taking care of business. It’s hard to say later on that you weren’t there when they have your financial information in front of them saying you were along with a picture of you using your debit card.

Plan your route and stops with a couple of alternate routes. If it’s local, drive it (using a different car) at about the same time that your plan calls for and check it out. Look for one way streets, cul-de-sacs and parking lots. Go to Google Earth and look at the overall view. Check the local paper and see if there’s any road construction scheduled.

If transporting large items do your load-out under cover or in a garage. I think that with the recent developments with drones overflying our Nation nowadays, it would be prudent to do it under trees if possible even when behind fences if your doing it outside. Be aware of buildings surrounding you that might have a surveillance team or even an innocent onlooker that’ll report you to the police for suspicious activities. Do a quick check under your car for anything out of the ordinary like little black boxes. Be especially careful along your frame, under your wheel wells, bumpers and around your spare if it’s under the car, anyplace that’s easily accessible to plant these devices. Recent Supreme Court rulings state that a warrant is needed for that, so if you find one you’ve already got major problems. Cancel the fucking job.

Before getting underway, check the inside of your vehicle, making sure that anything that shouldn’t be seen can’t be seen. Keep all weapons out of sight, even in a state where it’s legal to do so. If traveling any distance, make sure you have enough food and water to last until your next fuel stop. Stay away from diuretics such as coffee and soda - you want to keep your stops down to fuel stops only.

It goes without saying that if at all possible, there should be two people in the car. The extra eyes come in handy, especially when you’re in unfamiliar territory.

Once you get started, just use common sense and obey all the traffic laws - signal when changing lanes, don’t blow through red lights, make sure you come to a complete stop at stop signs, stuff like that. Be courteous, yield the right of way and do not get into any pissing contests with another driver over anything. Don’t drive any faster than 5 mph over the posted or suggested speed limit. Turn your headlights on and stay off the cell phone you were supposed to leave behind. Slow down for chickens crossing the road instead of turning them into a cloud of feathers. Do not consume any alcohol or drugs at all from start to finish. The victory drink or joint comes after you return home.

Stay alert to your surroundings at all times. Always keep a running tab on vehicles and their occupants around you. It’s not that hard with a little practice and even after 20 years of being good I still find myself doing it. Your assistant driver should be doing the same thing and communicating with you. Watch for cars that are hanging way back, cars that disappear and reappear after extended periods of time and realize that the Law will not have just one or two cars tailing you, they’ll have a whole series of them. They’ll be drifting alongside of you, ahead of you, and way back, working in twos or threes. Remember that tail light that you were supposed to check for small punctures? It’ll stand out like a sore thumb hundreds of yards away at night every time you tap your brakes. That’s why it was put there.

Assuming you don’t think you’ve picked up a tail en route, it seems like you should just proceed normally to your drop, right? No. Before you get close to your drop, turn into a shallow residential cul-de-sac that you should’ve located via Google Earth or city map. As you turn in, one of you keep a close eye on the road behind you and watch what vehicles go past. If one turns in behind you, get out of the vehicle, go up and knock on a door and give the homeowner a line of bull, apologize and leave. If whoever followed you into the cul-de-sac hasn’t gone into a house, assume at that point you’ve been burned.
If nobody follows you in, check the vehicles in driveways or on the street and compare them to ones that drove past the cul-de-sac. Use common sense and your best judgment.
Use anyplace that you have to be followed into to your advantage - parking lots especially, the smaller the better.

Once you’ve accomplished what you set out to do, there’s a natural tendency to relax. Stay vigilant, fuel your vehicle if needed and go home, keeping an eye out for the ever-threatening tail. You don’t have to actually be caught doing something for a conspiracy charge and if you’re seen coming or going to the event it’s going to be hard to argue you had nothing to do with it.

As far losing a tail, you’re going to have to find that out from somebody else. I’ve never had to put my contingency plans to use so I can’t give you first hand reports on their effectiveness.

Wirecutter's Two Million Visitor Blowout

I just hit my 2,000,000 visitor mark thanks to a reader from Lancaster, Pennsylvania.
There's 4,453,905 page views mixed up in there too.

Well, it took me four years to hit 1,000,000 and only 8 months to hit the second million. I must be doing something right. Thanks to each and every one of you fuckers. I appreciate it.

So in celebration I'm going post a little bit of everything that made me famous right now.
Ready?

Getting high

I've seen this view before. Well, may not this particular one, but many like it when I built microwave towers in the Army.
Most of my towers were AB-216/U tactical towers 204 feet tall, just poking above the treetops but I had the opportunities to install antennae on a bunch of comm towers. The highest I ever worked was 776 feet, but the scariest one I ever worked on was only 60 feet tall - a self supporting tower right on the edge of a fucking cliff in the Alps with a good 60 mph wind blowing.
You want to know the funny part? I'm deathly afraid of heights and always have been. It took that period of my life to make me realize that I can do any fucking thing I set my mind to.

Wirecutter - The Younger Years

Wirecutter - The Younger Years

Well, it would be if we had color TV when I was a kid. Shit, I think I was 10 before Pops even broke down and bought a TV.

Uh-oh. I'm fucked.

- Ryan

No lie there.....

Wirecutter - The Early Years

Reminds me of my 18th birthday.....

.....When Pops woke me up at 5 AM and said "Happy birthday, Boy. Have a job by the time I get home or get the fuck out."
I got a job.

Wirecutter - a lifetime or two ago.

Me and my tight brother Chuck, probably about 1982. I was barely out of the Army, he had gotten out of the Navy about the same time. I was working a day job and then working for his dad on the ranch weekends doing cowboy work to make ends meet.
Typical Friday night, a shitload of people over at his house on the other side of his folk's property getting fucked up. The next morning there'd be so many people passed out on the floor you couldn't move without stepping on somebody.
This picture must've been taken early in the evening seeing as we're both upright.

Wirecutter - The Early Years

- Miss Lisa