When I was commanding soldiers in Iraq, I learned rather quickly that the same man that smiles at you during the day and gives you free bread is the same one that's mortaring you at night. We had an interpreter that we trusted very much, and he was doing this exact thing. And we had good, loyal interpreters that were also killed while on vacation, on the other side of that coin. The key to resistance is to blend in as much as possible and move through the underground to make deep currents that are more difficult to track and observe. If you stand out at some demonstration with the Gadsden flag, carrying an AK slung on your back, you're probably going to be put on some secret federal list and when things get ugly, your house will be first stop for the police lock-down. If you do want to go public, don't ever give out your real name and watch for out of uniform police taking pictures of you.

One Iraqi said something rather prophetic to me once. He stated that "behind me stands a thousand." He was making the point that if he was not treated well and with respect, he would go back to his clan and tribe and then scores of relatives, friends, and family would be incited against our efforts. Our best course of action is to wake up as many people as possible and then be ready to make our move. We need to become the new Minutemen.