You spend three days and a couple bottles of vodka writing your classic anti-OFTL manifesto. You mail it to the local news station without a return address from a post office in the middle of Harney county.
This manifesto is a masterpiece of modern literature. You signed it Anon. And Anon is soon to be a household name. You are famous, bigger then Elvis. Yet no one knows who you really are. You could pat yourself on the back permanently for that one.
Then you push those watch hand together and blow the OFTL building sky high. A beautiful roar like the lion of heaven roaring from space to announce the end times. You take out forty prominent city and business leaders who where up to no good for the people. You get away with it!
You revel in deepest joy. You don't stop grinning for a year and a half.