I learned that in Texas there are rural Mexican villages and if a paramilitary group starts raiding the town, your only recourse is a private group of mercenaries.
I learned that in greasy spoon diners in Los Angeles, people apparently a lot of fancy jewelry.
I learned that if you are told to go find a guy who works at a motorcycle shop 2 blocks away, you should instead just go to a diner in the other direction.
I learned that at mental hospitals, they just let the patients wander around outside where anybody can just walk up.
I learned that the penalty for using a phone in a militia compound is pretty severe.
I learned that the best too to break a locked chain is a crowbar.
I learned that racist foreigner hating militias can still make room for diversity.
I learned that a powerful militia will station only one guard.
I swear, the guys are at their best when doing 80s/90s action cheese.