Don't worry, just carry your phone around and the phone company will tell the government and anybody with cash where you are, where you have been, how long you were there, and who was there with you.
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Except for your family or friends. They won't give squat information to those people who actually might need to know.
I use the "Glympse" free app I installed on my Android phone to let family know where I am.
I don't know whether to put a laughy face or a crying face.
I actually have my location turned off on my phone for what it's worth.
I would leave it at home, but Hubby would be upset with me.
I carry mine too. They count on the convenience sucking us in. The J6 people got arrested by using their phone geolocation.
Keep it in an ammo can behind the seat, thats what I did in the woods.
No ping, no bars, nothing.
No ping, no bars, nothing.
Taking your cellphone to a demonstration is stupid. Taking videos and pictures with it is even more stupid. Posting those videos and pictures on the internet is felony stupid - even just uploading them to your quote, "personal and private", endquote, account is mind-numbingly stupid. Leave your electronics at home. And that includes your car, if it has built-in GPS. Wear your "covid" mask, sunglasses and cap. Burn the clothes you wore immediately afterwards (and wear clothes that cover any identifying marks or tatoos). Do not speak. Do not leave anything behind, not even trash. Better yet - don't attend the demonstration in the first place. It's not like it will change anything anyway.
The above are all tips for the good guys, the non-criminals. For the rioters and criminals, reverse all of the above tips to convert them into your instructions.
The above are all tips for the good guys, the non-criminals. For the rioters and criminals, reverse all of the above tips to convert them into your instructions.
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I actually gave my phone to a friend a couple of months ago. Now he doesn't answer my phone calls!
I lost that crappy 0bamaphone somewhere on the creek, I imagine some possum is making crank calls on it to the raccoons.
I have been retired 12 years now but when I was a cop we could only get the phone companies to give us the location for someone if it was (seriously) thought they were in danger. A kid being a runaway didn't qualify. The detectives would need a search warrant (forgot the exact name for the warrant for phone location information) to try and look for a victim or murder suspect. And most of that reason was to ensure the information could be admissible in court during a trial and not lost a defense attorneys objection. Maybe things changed since then, I don't know and I have no need to care because I retired from that crap.
A friend was recently trying to locate an ex that was missing, they still had one cell phone account for the family. The effort was made to try and turn on the phone tracking but the phone company had the option as a request and the person with the phone would have to respond to a text message from the phone company agreeing to turn on the tracking feature. Sooo, trying to turn that on at the time it is needed may be impossible, even if it is for a minor child. Turn on your kids or elderly parents tracking now or the only ones that can get that information will be the police and probably when it is too late.
Wrapping your phone in aluminum foil will block the signal as well, just make sure you don't get any holes in the foil. Maybe wrap it 3 or 4 times. An interesting thing is the phone company can ping your phone even if it is turned off. As long as there is life in the battery it will ping off towers.
The feds can do tons that the local LEO can't. They record every phone cal, with geolocation. They capture all texts and emails. Ask Ed Snowden.
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Glare at me all you want Miss Sassy-pants. This coming to Jesus talk is brought to you by: You ate all of my tomatoes, and: You killed my rhubarb. Sponsored in part by Presto.
I was and am still pretty happy with myself. I scored a 16qt Presto canner that has only been used 3 times at the most, for $65. The lady had lost her husband and just doesn't can anymore. I am saddened that she has entered that place, but, I probably would as well if I lost my hubby.
So, I head home, I am humbled, and excited to have my canner, and I figure, I am going to can the beautiful fresh tomatoes that I have growing in my pots, on my porch. On my porch. This one thing you must remember, or nothing that follows will seem wonderous... oh wait, wrong story.
I told myself a few weeks ago, self, let's not plant these in the garden. You know what those little cluckers did to the rhubarb. My eyes drop, head hangs, and a deep sigh escapes. Yes, self, I remember. Let's put them in pots on the back porch. Plenty of sun, and nothing will really bother them. They'll be up high, and out of the way. Good thinking self.
Enter today: Oh, self and I thought we were so clever.
I come walking up the back steps with my canner, and I glance over. Hmmm, where did that really big tomato go? It was there yesterday. In fact, it was there this morning when I left. The realization hit me that those little cluckers probably had something to do with it, but maybe they only got a couple. I cling to hope. Oh foolish hooman.
I enter the house and set the canner down, then proceed to go back outside. Bare. My tomato plants were bare. Are you kidding me?? Ok self, WHY would they come up on the porch? Their goodies are stored away, they can't get to anything. I bet one of them spied that tomato and like the pied piper, she led them up here and they all had a lovely snack.
So, there I was envisioning the tomato party, and decided, self, get me the leader.
She feels a little more plump than usual. A crop that full means someone had them a nice meal this morning. A tomato meal. What to do, what to do?
I feel a little torture is in order to get my point across. Shall we introduce her to the canner? Yes, self, I believe we shall. But self, she'll never squawk. Oh, we'll make her squawk.
Alright Sassy, we made a deal that I wouldn't cook any chickens as long as you keep laying eggs. But girl, we gotta talk. You best be staying out of my veggies, or we're about to have us some chicken for dinner. Don't you look at me like that. You heard me. When you go back outside, you better spread the word.
You're really going to get sassy with me, Sassy? You want to see my plants? Oh, wait, you know exactly what they look like miss thing. Don't make me turn the stove on.
In the words of my boss, Lord help. Sassy chickens, empty plants. I expect some extra eggs today ladies.
Ok self... now what?
Glare at me all you want Miss Sassy-pants. This coming to Jesus talk is brought to you by: You ate all of my tomatoes, and: You killed my rhubarb. Sponsored in part by Presto.
I was and am still pretty happy with myself. I scored a 16qt Presto canner that has only been used 3 times at the most, for $65. The lady had lost her husband and just doesn't can anymore. I am saddened that she has entered that place, but, I probably would as well if I lost my hubby.
So, I head home, I am humbled, and excited to have my canner, and I figure, I am going to can the beautiful fresh tomatoes that I have growing in my pots, on my porch. On my porch. This one thing you must remember, or nothing that follows will seem wonderous... oh wait, wrong story.
I told myself a few weeks ago, self, let's not plant these in the garden. You know what those little cluckers did to the rhubarb. My eyes drop, head hangs, and a deep sigh escapes. Yes, self, I remember. Let's put them in pots on the back porch. Plenty of sun, and nothing will really bother them. They'll be up high, and out of the way. Good thinking self.
Enter today: Oh, self and I thought we were so clever.
I come walking up the back steps with my canner, and I glance over. Hmmm, where did that really big tomato go? It was there yesterday. In fact, it was there this morning when I left. The realization hit me that those little cluckers probably had something to do with it, but maybe they only got a couple. I cling to hope. Oh foolish hooman.
I enter the house and set the canner down, then proceed to go back outside. Bare. My tomato plants were bare. Are you kidding me?? Ok self, WHY would they come up on the porch? Their goodies are stored away, they can't get to anything. I bet one of them spied that tomato and like the pied piper, she led them up here and they all had a lovely snack.
So, there I was envisioning the tomato party, and decided, self, get me the leader.
She feels a little more plump than usual. A crop that full means someone had them a nice meal this morning. A tomato meal. What to do, what to do?
I feel a little torture is in order to get my point across. Shall we introduce her to the canner? Yes, self, I believe we shall. But self, she'll never squawk. Oh, we'll make her squawk.
Alright Sassy, we made a deal that I wouldn't cook any chickens as long as you keep laying eggs. But girl, we gotta talk. You best be staying out of my veggies, or we're about to have us some chicken for dinner. Don't you look at me like that. You heard me. When you go back outside, you better spread the word.
You're really going to get sassy with me, Sassy? You want to see my plants? Oh, wait, you know exactly what they look like miss thing. Don't make me turn the stove on.
In the words of my boss, Lord help. Sassy chickens, empty plants. I expect some extra eggs today ladies.
Ok self... now what?
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