Cult of EMP Crazy: Species Fearful Old White Coot

Posted in Crazy Weapons, Extremism at 9:00 am by George Smith

“Less than a minute after we’ve met, William Saxton has launched into an explanation of how easy it would be for terrorists to detonate a nuclear bomb 10,000 feet above ground,” reports a Palm Beach newspaper today.

“The electromagnetic pulse generated could knock out computers and electronic communication for ten square miles,” he tells the newspaper.

“He has conducted a site survey of a local Cinemaplex, where he documented how simply someone could detonate a bomb at the refreshment center and take out 2,000 moviegoers.” continues the newspaper.

“He believes that the recent Wall Street computer glitch that sent the Dow plummeting 1,000 points was ‘a test’ by terrorist organizations …”

Surf out to the story. The picture speaks thousands of words.

What do you do in your wealthy Florida retirement, granddad?

Why sonny, I warn about the perfidious menace of Islam in public schools sapping and impurifying the precious bodily fluids of our children.


Writes the newspaper:

Dr. William Saxton is sitting at a Starbucks in West Boca Raton, clutching a bulging black briefcase. But he’s having trouble concentrating on our conversation. He keeps looking around for a better table. “I’d prefer to have more privacy,” he says.

Saxton is the founder and chairman of Citizens for National Security, a nonprofit think tank based in Boca Raton whose mission is to educate and activate U.S. citizens concerning the dangers of “homegrown” fundamentalist Islam, particularly the long tentacles of the Islamic Brotherhood. Saxton has a Harvard PhD in physics and a degree from MIT, and he’s worked as a consultant for NASA. Now he’s devoting himself full time, and without pay, to documenting what he sees as the pernicious effects of Islam in the U.S.

But we’re meeting to talk about how fundamentalist Islam has infiltrated the social studies textbooks of Florida schoolkids. Saxton headed the CFNS task force that spent months collecting examples of fundamentalist Islamic influence on the gullible “hearts and minds of Florida’s young people.”

He furtively pulls a black spiral-bound notebook from his briefcase — the 60-page report compiled on 67 Florida school districts. Saxton believes that the Council for Islamic Education, which he calls an arm of the Islamic Brotherhood, exerts influence on U.S. textbooks from both ends. The “bad guys” act as go-betweens, lobbying publishers on behalf of school boards and school boards on behalf of publishers. They sit on the committees that choose the textbooks and act as editors and advisers to the textbook industry.

“I can’t show you this report,” he says. “This is very valuable research, and we have to be careful with the way we reveal our information.”


Saxton says he first realized the extent of the problem when he was in California, looking at his grandchildren’s textbooks. The problem isn’t limited to Florida. “This is an epidemic,” Saxton says.

Sad are the ignored Paul Reveres of our time.


Castor Powder Mess in Jar

Posted in Ricin Kooks, War On Terror at 12:39 pm by George Smith

“The amount of ricin Ian Davison produced could have killed thousands,” wrote someone for the BBC over the weekend.

A picture is worth a thousand words in this case.

Accompanying the piece here was a photo, reproduced above, of neo-Nazi Davison’s castor powder mess in a jar.

General common sense would tell most people that a mess in a jar isn’t a weapon of mass destruction. However, when reporters write from a script – one in which they’ve looked up the theoretical lethality of ricin on the Internet, common sense gets tossed out the window.

A good time ago, the US had mills which processed castor seeds for their oil. In fact, Castrol, originally marketed as a fine racing engine oil was castor oil.

“For many decades the fine-scented castor oil flavoured the racing paddocks everywhere from Assen to the Isle of Man, from Brooklands to Monza,” reads the official history of Castrol at the company site here.

The byproduct of castor oil production is castor mash, or powder. It is obviously not a weapon of mass destruction, although it contains ricin.

In the United States, use of castor was also widespread.

A newspaper article from late last year reads:

Over the course of a decade, from 1959 until 1970, Plainview was considered the hub of domestic castor bean production with the local office of Baker Castor Oil ultimately contracting for 70,000 acres of production annually.

However, the crop’s success ultimately worked against it with practically no significant domestic production recorded after 1972. Since that time, the United States has been forced to turn to producers in India and Brazil to supply the majority of its needs.

Plainview Mayor John C. Anderson has a unique perspective on the local castor industry, having served as general manager of Baker Castor Oil’s local operations from August 1959 until December 1970.

“During most of that time Baker was the dominant player in the United States with about 75 percent of the castor oil production,” Anderson recalled last week, “and the Plainview facilities accounted for virtually all of that.”

The oil derived from castor beans is used in a vast array of products, ranging from paints, varnishes and lacquers to lipstick, hair tonic and shampoo. Since it does not become stiff with cold nor unduly thin with heat, castor oil is an important component in plastics, soaps, waxes, hydraulic fluids and ink. It also is used to make special lubricants for jet engines and racing cars, and during World War I, World War II and the Korean War it was stockpiled by the federal government as a strategic material.

Bayonne, N.J.-based Baker Castor Oil Company already was a major importer and processor when it embarked on a plant breeding program in the late 1950s centered in Plainview in cooperation with the U.S. Department of Agriculture.

“Baker needed a dependable domestic supply of castor beans since the government was building up its strategic reserve,” Anderson explained. “Baker at the time was having to primarily rely on what was being harvested by hand in Brazil and India from plants growing wild.”

Not only were there concerns about production and price volatility, the imported oil had a tendency to turn rancid during transport, Anderson said. A domestic source would reduce transportation costs while substantially improving quality. And, Plainview was a logical choice since the harvested crop could be shipped to crushing facilities on both East and West Coasts.

One observes from the history of castor seed milling in the US and elsewhere, that the product is not particularly hazardous to workers. These companies did not produce large quantities of dangerous waste. Quite the contrary, they were very green industries.

But somehow this history has been long forgotten. In its place — a nonsensical one in which a toxic protein in the castor plant is always alleged to easily furnish white survivalist neo-Nazi kooks and others with a weapon of mass destruction.

Only theoretically.

What the nuts who grind castor seeds to a mush can’t get through their heads (and — by extension — the news media which reports on them) is that castor powder containing ricin is not a practical weapon. It degrades, becomes rancid. It might poison a dog if they put it in the pet food. Or it even might accidentally sicken the maker, if he somehow mysteriously consumes it.

The grinding of castor seeds into powder is neither a refinement nor a purification of ricin.

Another discussion of ricin as a threat is here.

Sampling its most relevant part:

On the world wide web page of an American animal feed and fertilizer company, it said, “In 1857, “H.J. Baker & Bro., Inc., [built] the Baker Castor Oil Company in Jersey City, New Jersey.” “… Of great importance [was castor seed oilcake] … This material [was] the first fertilizer product offered …”

This being the case, castor seed oilcake and seeds containing ricin would have had to travel the roads of the country. If one searches further, reference to it can be found in municipal codes for the transporting of “hazardous materials” via trucking. Castor seed oilcake is a material that does not require a 24-hour emergency phone hotline listed on the shipping manifest. In the Texas city of Laredo’s municipal code, the materials, referred to as “castor bean,” “castor meal,” “castor flake,” and “castor pomace” are things deemed of the same hazard, or lack of it, as “dry ice,” “fish meal,” “fish scrap,” “battery powered equipment,” “battery powered vehicle,” “electric wheelchair” and “refrigerating machine.”

Castor seed powder was frequently used as fertilizer in this country. In the periodical called Timely Turf Topics, the publication of United States Golf Association Green Section, an issue from November 1942 reported that the country was using over 80,000 tons of castor seed mash as fertilizer annually. The Golf Association Green Section periodical was devoted to providing information to golf green managers on the maintenance of beautiful grass turf. During World War II, nitrates were diverted for the war effort, necessitating use of alternative fertilizers, of which castor seed mash was one.

In the November 1941 issue of Timely Turf Topics, the association grapples with the problem of controlling mole crickets in southern golf courses.

“It is reported that turf in some sections of Georgia and Florida has just experienced the worst infestation of mole crickets in a number of years,” reads the issue. “Attempts to eradicate them from turf by the use of well-known poison bait as well as by treatments with arsenate of lead, ground tobacco stems and castor meal have not been successful in several localities this fall.”

The point to be made is that people once worked with large quantities of the grind of castor seeds in this country without dropping like flies. Castor beans were considered a renewable resource, used as a source of lubricant and fertilizer. Even golf course gardeners worked with castor mash, noting that it wasn’t so hot as an insecticide, being ineffective against mole crickets.

There has been a collective loss of memory of such practical information in this country. In its place, emergency news erupts a couple of times of year in which ricin and castor seeds are discovered in someone’s possession, with everyone near it having to be decontaminated and their clothes thrown into a bag for disposal. Photos of hazmart workers in plastic isolation suits multiply. The real-time imagery is of the kind one sees in sci-fi movies devoted to various biological end-of-the-world themes.

But back to the BBC article on neo-Nazi Ian Davison:

The discovery of ricin at the home of Ian Davison convinced detectives that the white supremacist was a “serious terrorist”.

Found in a jam jar, the cloudy liquid had been extracted from castor beans.

An amount roughly equivalent to a grain of salt is enough to kill an adult, making it 1,000 times more poisonous than cyanide.

Experts admit the toxin is relatively easy to produce, but police are unsure exactly how Davison intended to use it.

The ricin discovered at his house in Burnopfield, County Durham, could theoretically have been used to kill thousands.

Common sense thinking left town for good years ago. And nothing seems capable of bringing it back.

Davison and his father were given ten year sentences.


Sludge in the Seventies: A list

Posted in Rock 'n' Roll, Sludge in the Seventies at 11:08 am by George Smith

Recently, hard rock fan/colleague Chuck Eddy noted in an Internet music chat that he still had an old list of DD’s listener’s choices from 1990 or so. Which was about the time I put it together and sent it to him as a list of titles to check on for his subsequent 1991 book, Stairway to Hell: The 500 Best Heavy Metal Albums in the Universe.


In the acknowledgements, Chuck wrote: “[DD] mailed me an immeasurably helpful three-page shopping list of obscure metal albums recommended for inclusion, a few of which I actually tracked down (usually at Wazoo Records in Ann Arbor …); [he] also taped me a pile of good out-of-print stuff…”

Chuck’s wife scanned the old typewritten pages and he sent them over. I don’t remember what was taped. And I can just barely recall using a typewriter.

What I do still know was that these records often made up the meat of a radio show I had at Lehigh University’s WLVR called “Sludge in the Seventies.” It went into action whenever the community staff took over, always in the summer and on holidays when Lehigh students were away.

If you like lists of obscure hard rock bands, almost all failed, from the Seventies and Eighties, the artists who now make up the ground gravel on the long road of classic rock, this is one that might float your boat.

We old duffers still enthusiastically discuss the stuff at one of the links in my blogroll. As the younger fans look on in bemusement.



Sonic Air Freshener & Miscellaneous Insult

Posted in Rock 'n' Roll at 9:32 am by George Smith

This week, National Public Radio is streaming the new album from a band named Harvey Milk here.

This is hilarious on a number of levels.

Back in 2005, I reviewed an obscure Harvey Milk anthology, assembled by the extreme heavy metal label, Relapse Records.

It read:

Harvey Milk are what you get when a college-town metal trio opts for playing the altie pits over frat beer bashes. Such bands make no money and women shun them — but they do make seven-inch split singles swept up by sweaty hermits who store them in boxes where, under no circumstance, are they ever to be listened to.

More University of Georgia post-football-game orgies would have done the trick, wringing these guys of some of the Leatherface noise that attracts such fans. Flying chairs aimed at the head focus the mind on the classic riffs over underground cred every time.

“Fray-bird!” the sodden 280-pound Bulldog tackle shouts, and instead of giving in to the urge to play something from the Meat Puppets’ In a Car, by golly, you play something pentatonic and familiar.

But don’t go thinking Harvey Milk’s The Singles is an absolute loss, because the music-major guitarist saves the day. Maybe his heart just wasn’t into a complete surrender to pigfuck. Or maybe he just really liked Robert Fripp slumming on King Crimson’s Ladies of the Road.

So, once you filter out the little bit of Texas Chainsaw Massacre singer and lock onto the leaden trudge and titles, Harvey Milk are Budgie, only a little more angry and speechless. “Her Mouse Gets My Dander Up” and “I Do Not Know How to Live My Life” show a talent in the same vein as “In the Grip of a Tyrefitter’s Hand” and “She Used Me Up (and Threw Me Back Down).”

As a bonus, “Easy Thing” furnishes an arena ballad cut-to-order for people who loathe such things, and the recording closes with a friendly traditional mock of Ritchie Blackmore.

By definition, any ‘rock’ recommended to National Public Radio is sonic air freshener for an overeducated upper middle class snob demographic — not anything dangerous or exciting at all. So in five years of toil, Harvey Milk have gone from ‘pigfuck’ and hard rock to stuff for a small nationwide assortment of mostly high button sissies.

That’s progress you can measure. (Previous stuff on nerd rock and NPR here.)

Relapse Records released a great many extreme heavy metal records. I used to review some of them. And they are probably glad I don’t anymore.

Here are some of the best bits from the Voice.

On Unsane:

If success in metal were measured by the degree to which an act is the centerpiece of sadistic, forceful entertainment, Manhattan’s Unsane would be gold. Americans like the sound, look, and feel of strangers being destroyed, but how to make money on that unless you’re in the military or in penology? Unsane will always be in competition for the pennies of swine more likely to, say, want bootlegs of the U.S. Army DVD Another Day, Another Scumbag, in which “hajis” are torn apart by heavy machine-gun fire.

Past Unsane assets include one member beaten by fans until his intestines ruptured, group runs to spill gallons of butcher shop blood on blighted loading docks in the name of album art, and cruel videos of a suicide bomber blowing up the subway or skateboarders in a multitude of nausea-inducing collisions: depleted uranium, hard and stern.

These are young men so tough that if they swing at you and miss the wind gives you pneumonia. Plus they wear baseball caps made of cold-pressed tin! The first few songs on Blood Run are massive and grinding art-death. I’d tell you more about them but for two things: First, the promotional CD had some copy-control trick on it that shows the number of the songs as “54” or “99” and second, it’s time to eat my daily bag of brass knuckles and masonry chips.

On perishers Cephalic Carnage:

Lucid Interval, Cephalic Carnage’s latest, has been described as containing many “mathematical time signatures.” But this is written from the standpoint of someone who thinks counting above four quickly or stopping and starting without warning are remarkable accomplishments. It’s not a compliment you could show to your kid years from now without him laughing at you.

More accurately, the record is excrement, which — as everyone knows — does contain nutrition. But only that which sustains the kind of life most would rather not have anything to do with: e.g., the social juvie -geek equivalent of maggots and flies.

On High On Fire:

“Teabagged by God,” a secret track on High on Fire’s Blessed Black Wings, is so heavy that guitarist Matt Pike’s five tons of Laney amplification groan under its weight. “Deity’s crotch, scary crag/now you suffer the god’s teabag,” Pike mutters. He can’t sing and doesn’t shout well, either, which makes his calling out “Blessed black wings!” over
and over in the title cut cool — second only to the sound of Yahweh’s rusty iron testicles smashing around. “I am managing to stay in key a lot longer,” said the singer to one good publication about a year ago, and it shows.

High on Fire don’t deliver dance beats, and their songs do not feature anthemic choruses, explains The New York Times. Nevertheless, it was reported Pike doesn’t kid around “with his long stretches of the same guitar chord.” Others as knowledgeable even claim High on Fire transcend time: You’d think the metal trio was playing at relativistic velocities — that’s nearing the speed of light — making a few minutes for them an eternity for the observer. This album’s compositions are animals, sensible in the duller parts with meaning even in their snores. And if you imagine High on Fire as many others do, they may yet pass for excellent men. [If] this seems [even] a bit exciting, disregard that stuff about teabagging and testes. It was a flight of fancy. Sorry.

And on Pig Destroyer, a grand rock band name eclipsed only by Bathtub Shitter in the department of memorable monikers:

Now will the sun on the dunghill shine. Breaking out of the pack of faddy shit metal for the small audience that needs it as a cathartic substitute for old-time dresser-top booger collections come Pig Destroyer — a drummer, an axeman, a reciter you can’t hear, no bassist. Prior to the new CD, Terrifyer, they didn’t make it on record unless good equals upgraded Anal Cunt without titles like “I’m in Anal Cunt” and “Your Band’s in the Cut-out Bin.”

Previously, Pig Destroyer were best experienced in a label promo video, taped at a dingy theater in a cinder-block Philly slum during winter. Seeing the pasty young man with a blemish on his face at the mic inspired sympathy and pity. The drummer and guitarist buried him with a shapeless noise; a company-sized group of guys, wearing baseball caps like helmets, looked on, leaden.

Backstage, the Pig Destroyer frontman frowned at his guitarist who blabbed to the camera that his bandmate was still at home with Mom. The small pleasure of being the subject of a video shoot was wrenched away and soiled by public embarrassment.


Powder hoax retirement plan: Only in the USA

Posted in Bioterrorism, Stumble and Fail, Why the World Doesn't Need US at 6:38 am by George Smith

Good news, lads! Good news! My retirement is now guaranteed and proceeding nicely.

Plain as the nose on your face, life for many in the formerly great US of A is relentlessly bleak.

Chalk the next piece up to that, along with innovative use of punishments for carrying out powder hoaxes after 9/11. While an interesting read, it impeaches our ‘way of life’ on many levels.

Reading the Modesto Bee today, we see here:

So far, Timothy Cloud’s retirement plan seems to be working out for him.

In a statement written by Cloud last month for two federal agents, he admitted mailing menacing messages scrawled on 3-by-5 cards, along with talcum powder, from Roseville to President Barack Obama at the White House and to Social Security Administration offices in New York City, Kansas City, Mo., and Baltimore.

“I mailed the envelopes … to those addresses because I hoped people would think it was anthrax,” he wrote. “I mailed the letters because I was mad. I knew I would be caught.

“I do not regret sending the envelopes because that was my retirement plan. Either I was going to get Social Security or I was going to jail.”

He went to jail in Sacramento, where he remains held without bail as a flight risk.

“All he wanted was three hots and a cot,” said his attorney, Assistant Federal Defender Matthew Bockmon. “He was frustrated with Social Security over denial of benefits to which he feels entitled.

“This is a pathetic case of a homeless person making a desperate cry for help. He’s been on the streets a long time; long enough that he was sick of it.”

You think Ted Nugent might offer him some stale balogna sandwiches, too?


Corexit: Would you spray it on your kids and pets?

Posted in Stumble and Fail, Why the World Doesn't Need US at 3:36 pm by George Smith

It’s interesting watching the press stumble over itself trying to explain the ‘pros’ of using ‘disperstants’ — allegedly magic mixtures — to combat the Gulf oil spill. Unable to come to grips with the real world limits of American technology — for so long regarded as capable of anything.

All you really need to know about Corexit is here in this .pdf.

It’s bad. There’s no dressing it up. The safety sheet reads as if it’s almost as nasty as an oil spill itself — only slightly different.

Consider the masses of such a mixture necessary to even make the slightest dent in the volume of released petroleum. The US chemical industry can’t make enough. And there’s no way to ship enough.

This is probably a good thing, all matters considered. Think of using it as a giant chemistry experiment performed by people who have no real idea about what they’re doing.

What could be the outcomes? Choose one from three: Worse, worser, or worst.

Ted the Texas Horned Toad: His eyes squirt blood

Posted in Extremism, Rock 'n' Roll, Ted Nugent at 9:11 am by George Smith

Too over-the-top for the Waco, TX, city newspaper, Ted Nugent has a column at the Washington Times.

Where it gets to be more extreme.

It, along with a love letter he wrote form the exteme right wing Human Events two years ago, probably has something to do with why TIME magazine editors asked him to write a one paragraph hagiography of Sarah Palin.

Of course, they probably cut all the real good parts. Or laughers like this one from 2008:

Gov. Palin is an executive. The mark of an effective executive is to surround herself with bright, talented, capable professionals who share her vision to accurately represent the people they work for: Americans.

Anyway, according to one recent Nuge piece in the WaTimes, the Democrats have evil designs on illegals:

You would have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to see that the grand plan of the Democrats is to entrap illegal immigrants by giving them legal status and then enslave and destroy them with numerous Fedzilla handouts …

While I applaud Arizona for its bold and brave new law, putting illegals in jail is the wrong move. That costs too much. I say Arizona should follow its own American hero, Sheriff Joe Arpaio of Maricopa County.

Sheriff Arpaio keeps crooks in a large outdoor holding facility and makes them sleep in tents. Among other things, he feeds them bologna sandwiches. I hope they are not fresh.

All this from “Immigration Lesson for Numskulls,” of which all not Ted Nugent are guilty of being. Unless you’re giving stale balogna sandwiches to illegals kept in an outdoor tent jail.

And it’s not Wall Street that caused the worldwide economic collapse, it’s the US guvmint. But you saw that coming, right?

America is going bankrupt not because of crooked and unethical Wall Street investment bankers. We are in this financial morass because of a bloated, ineffective, unaccountable and wasteful Fedzilla

I’ll bet the president a backyard beer at the White House that many more Americans would entrust their future to Wall Street bankers than to the elected frauds and idiots who have plundered the national treasury and put America’s future on thin ice.

November is hunting season. No bag limit.


The last time we looked at Ted Nugent, he was Massey Coal’s celebrity talking parrot.

Next week: Ted explains how massive oil spills show American values and uphold freedom.

DD just bought Joan Jett’s photobiography by Todd Oldham. It’s an excellent example of how to grow older playing rock and roll, keep your self-respect and remain a human being.

Instead of turning into a rotted old public disgrace.


So when do the bastards actually get punished?

Posted in Stumble and Fail, Why the World Doesn't Need US at 9:49 am by George Smith

Unintentionally hilarious headline from the WaPo today:


One of the dilemmas faced by the Obama administration – and the US government, in general — in these days of Biblical fail is the inability to see to swift and very public punishment for those who visit catastrophe upon the nation.

It’s a hallmark of Paul Fussell’s BAD, so to speak. Always much bragging and talk about technology and America’s limitless can-do talent during staged events and commercials. But a more deeply rooted and expansive talent for folding like cardboard when the chips are down, then making a lot of excuses and dressing up fail as a great new paradigm of success.

The US is great at bombing and assassinating trivial pests and civilians around the globe — and making big boogeymen out of the same.

It’s virtually powerless to administer quick justice to wrecking balls like the Tony Haywards and Lloyd Blankfeins on its own property.

BP will have to pay for the clean-up, insists the President.

This is very weak, semantically. It will read even worse when the millions of barrels of oil in the Gulf have smashed livelihoods and wildlife, very visibly, across many states.

Sometimes the bad people just have to be tarred, feathered and put away permanently. Being called before Congress to be badgered by a few puffed-up white guys with pointing fingers for television cameras doesn’t really do it for anyone.

Speed is also a virtue. Allowing weasels to squirm around on the loose for years because they’re wealthy, it’s capitalism and they have an army of corporate lawyers, isn’t justice — it’s the process of fail set in cement.

This is political dynamite for the Obama administration. It can either have its arms blown off or choose to blow someone else’s life up who deserves it up for a change.

Putting such men specifically on notice — on network TV, f’r instance — that they’re now officially on a Public Enemies list, could be a start.

Neo-Nazi Ricin Kook EMP Crazy: Musta been a barrel of laughs at the backyard party

Posted in Crazy Weapons, Extremism, Ricin Kooks at 8:00 am by George Smith

DD’s artist’s conception of how ricin is recommended for use in the Poor Man’s James Bond.

England has neo-Nazis, too.

And one in the news now, Ian Davison, is an average example of a similar genus found in the US: A white supremacist who trolls the net for mayhem manuals, cobbling together home-made weapons based on notes from old US neo-Nazi/survivalist literature.

The Northern Echo newspaper reports in ‘Keyboard warriors or threat to the republic’:

IAN and Nicky Davison posted offensive racist material on their website over a long period of time, but it was when they showed footage of a homemade bomb being detonated that police moved in to arrest them.

It was only then that the potentially deadly store of ricin was found in Ian Davison’s home.

The trial at Newcastle Crown Court heard much debate about whether the pair were simply “keyboard warriors” or whether they posed a genuine threat to the public.


In public, Ian Davison was an unemployed lorry driver and part-time pub DJ.

In private, he was the founder and leader of the Aryan Strike Force, described in court by Matthew Feldman, of the University of Northampton, as believing itself to be: “The pinnacle and most uncompromising of the neo- Nazi groups in the UK.”

Police believe the pair were in touch with about 300 neo- Nazis across the globe, as far afield as Canada and Australia.

Davison posted racist messages on his website and also placed several videos on You Tube, including a four-and-ahalf minute tribute to Adolf Hitler, who he described as “a true hero of the white race”.

But the posts on the Aryan Strike Force website were becoming more sinister.

One showed footage of what appeared to be a paramilitarystyle training camp in a forest in Cumbria, which featured men wearing balaclavas and combat fatigues, parading through the woods carrying swastikas.


When police raided Nicky Davison’s home in Annfield Plain, County Durham, they discovered a number of terrorist manuals on his computer, including the Anarchists’ Cookbook, which detailed how to make bombs, and the Poor Man’s James Bond, which included details on how to make incendiary devices, poisons and even napalm.

There was also evidence the pair had researched the creation of an electromagnetic pulse bomb, which disables computer systems


THE ricin discovered in Ian Davison’s home was an unrefined sludge [the grind of castor seeds] but, say police, was still capable of killing up to 15 people.

Traces of the deadly toxin were discovered in a sealed jam jar inside Davison’s Myrtle Grove home in June last year – the only time the poison has been discovered in the UK.

It is thought the ricin had been produced in 2006 and had remained undisturbed in Davison’s kitchen ever since.

Although it was fairly crude and had not undergone the purification necessary to turn it into an effective weapon [and so on]…

Ian and his father face a long time in prison.

Definitive posts on this subject, published in the past on DD blog include:

From the Poisoner’s Handbook to the Botox Shoe of Death

The Jailbird Bookshelf

The A-to-Z of ricin crackpots


Shades of Gas Limos Project: NY Car Bomb

Posted in War On Terror at 11:08 am by George Smith


News of the New York propane cylinder car bomb immediately made DD think of Dhiren Barot’s Gas Limos Project in 2006.

Barot, who was in no way a successful al Qaeda terrorist, was nevertheless sent over permanently in England, convicted on the evidence found in his files in a UK anti-terror sweep named Operation Rhyme.

I wrote here:

Barot, locked up for life as a terrorist after pleading guilty in British courts in 2006, has been regularly portrayed as an al Qaeda “General” who concocted what became known as the Gas Limos Project, an outline for bombings using limousines packed with gas cylinders.

Barot’s files were put on the Internet by the London Met. They were removed after a year or so but copies saved by DD were archived at the Federation of American Scientists.

They are heavily redacted but Barot, who never made one of his car bombs, describes them in general terms.

One of Bharot’s difficulties in planning, one which his writing implies he was unable to solve, was how to achieve reliable detonation. At one point, he mused about using hand grenades.

Making sure your ad hoc jerry-bilt collection of materials explode is one of the problems apparently always faced by potential improvised car bombers. It’s not as simple as the movies make it look every day of the week.

“In the event of fire around the [gas cylinder], a dangerous event that can take place is termed as the BLEVE, this is an acronym, which stands for Boiling Liquid Expanding Vapour Explosion,” reads one of Barot’s files.

London newspaper’s made a similar connection today, writing about the Times Square incident in relation to an unsuccessful car bomb attack in the UK attributed to al Qaeda three years ago.

In the Telegraph, one reads:

The Times Square car bomb in New York bears all the hallmarks of an al-Qaeda attack on central London three years ago.

This article described a spectacularly inept but literally flamboyant attack in England. It was remarkable for one of the attackers setting himself on fire as he attemtped to ram his car bomb into the Glasgow airport.

It is described here in Jeep Man on Fire.

Wrote the Telegraph correspondent today:

The men left cars packed with gas canisters and petrol outside the Tiger Tiger nightclub on the Haymarket, between Leicester Square and Trafalgar Square, in London’s busy West End.

The first car, a green Mercedes, was parked with the headlights on in a bus lane outside the front entrance to the nightclub.

The device failed to fully ignite, and the fume-filled vehicle was spotted by a doorman at the nightclub.

A second car bomb, in a blue Mercedes, had been parked at the back entrance to the club but was towed away by parking wardens and found several hours later at a car pound in Hyde Park.

The general ideas behind gas cylinder packed cars have been with al Qaeda for some time. However, the concept of putting gas cylinders into cars is not unique to that group.

Dhiren Barot discussed several methods for putting ‘add-ons’ to his notional car bombs in the Operation Rhyme files.

One of these had to do with fireworks. (As well as fertilizer, inspired because it was used by — according to Bharot, “Timothy McVee.”)

Fireworks, Bharot tried to explain, could — by dint of the explosions and popping noises they make — heighten terror.

In the Times Square incident, the smouldering fireworks drew attention to the bomb.

At this point in time, officials have said they have no evidence the Times Square incident was associated with al Qaeda or more than a lone wolf incident.

However, the existence of a ‘gun locker’ in the car bomb, along with a sizable number of M-88 firecrackers — and potentially an amount of fertilizer — argues strongly for a domestic origin.

Large amount of fertilizer component, video — domestic white guy (?) How unexpected.

Nope. Indeed was shades of Gas Limos project.

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