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Friday, March 04, 2005

: The Cookbook

If you've never heard of the Anarchist's Cookbook, you haven't been watching enough cinema. Chuck Palahniuk probably read this shit and loved it before he wrote Fight Club.

It is not a guide to making Uncle Pedro's Special Fire-igniting Hot Sauce or TNT-laden Thanksgiving turkeys. It is a guide to dangerous (and often illegal) activities and, hopefully, getting away with it. Everything from concocting explosives (phone bombs, book bombs, Molotov cocktails, parcel bombs, light bulb bombs, tennis ball bombs even) to lockpicking to hypnotism to making drugs is covered in this 220-part guide. Sure I have it, but I'm not going to distribute it. I'm dangerous enough as it is. I'm so dangerous that even my own mother says I'm dangerous. That's how dangerous I am. Very dangerous. Very. V.
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