FBI Demands Tattoo Shops Rat On Customers
Are you in the market for a patriotic tattoo, maybe the Gadsden flag? Forget about it. Unless you want the local tattoo artist to inform on you.
The FBI, in league with the Bureau of Justice Assistance (part of the Department of Justice), has launched a program that harks back to East Germany’s Stasi.
In Philadelphia, the FBI has instructed tattoo shops to rat out their customers if they demand privacy, insist on paying with cash, engage in “suspicious behavior,” make “anti-US” comments, or request tattoos that are “extremist symbols.”
According to the MIAC report, the Gadsden flag is a “militia symbol.” The Department of Homeland Security’s Rightwing Extremism: Current Economic and Political Climate Fueling Resurgence in Radicalization and Recruitment report characterizes militias as “white supremacists,” domestic terrorists and a threat to the president. MIAC is part of the federal “fusion” effort now underway around the country.
It is not merely “extremist symbols.” In addition, the FBI literature instructs tattoo shops to be on the look-out for people who change hair color, style of dress, or shave beards between visits. Suspicious people also include those with missing fingers or hands, chemical burns, strange orders(eh?) or bright colored stains on clothing.
I have long wanted to broach the subject of tattoos, but feared that my views might offend and alienate some people. But, since I'm more interested in telling the truth and helping White Patriots avoid mistakes than I am in winning the adoration of any who might be reading, I'm using this Alex Jones hysteria drenched pile of bullshit to segue into my thoughts on the matter.
To state it as bluntly and directly as I can, I disdain tattoos. Not "patriotic" tattoos, not "Nazi" tattoos, not portraits of loved ones, as beautifully and skillfully as they may be rendered, but, in general I dislike the very idea of marring ones body needlessly. I come from an era when the only people who had tattoos were criminal bikers, musicians and people who got them in connection with military service. Now, it seems that every suburbanite dweeb has to assert his "individuality" by following the herd in mindless adornment, which, I am willing to bet, in 90% of the cases the artwork has little or no symbolic or sentimental meaning. Stupider still are these cretins who mutilate themselves with these ghastly "tribal" designs which are just giant blocks of black and gray ink without even a hint of aesthetic value or an intricate design that could be considered art. I am dismayed even more at the growing number of girls and young women who have chosen to brand themselves with tramp stamps and indiscreet markings.
End of curmudgeonly grandfather-like rant.
My personal views on the matter don't really matter, because, over time, they have given way to more practical concerns. Why would any serious White Nationalist(or anyone interested in stealth for that matter) place indelible identifying marks on himself in order to make it easier for our enemies to I.D. us?
Further, Nazi insignia, White Pride symbols, Confederate flags, etc. are an advertisement of our views that may not be in our best interests to display to the world. A true Lone Wolf must have the ability to blend in, to get behind enemy lines, to appear as if he is one of the shuffling zombies that he's observing and taking notes on. We must not draw attention, but pass unnoticed.
The SS in 1945, in spite of donning the uniforms of Wermacht soldiers and Kriegsmariners to avoid Allied detection and persecution, could not escape due to the blood type tattoos that each SS man was required to obtain under his arm.
If you've already got tattoos, I hope at least that you can adapt and that they are in a place where they can be covered up if necessary. For you younger folks who are considering it, I advise giving it serious thought before getting in the chair. If you like art, make a t-shirt or frame it and put it on a wall. At least if you get tired of it, you can change it. And you'll never have to face regret at some later stage in life.
I don't have one single drop of ink on my body. The closest I ever came was maybe 6 or 7 years ago when I was actually considering getting a Totenkopf somewhere. I am glad I let the feeling pass.