Remember, it’s not so much that Brett is smarter than this guy, it’s just Brett Kimberlin was able to steal the explosives he used in his string of bombings in Speedway Indiana which led to his being known as the Speedway Bomber. This guy had to make his own explosives.
That takes a bit more guts. And sometimes paints the walls with a bit more guts. But I bet the Hamas terrorist does not know what the Presidential Seal tastes like.
My first reaction was “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes”, but the I was all “Oopsie-poopsie!”
When I was a kid, my dad was on the “bomb squad”, which, in those days, largely consisted of disposing of old, forgotten cases of dynamite that some farmer, blowing stumps, had left in a barn for decades. The nitroglycerin would seep out, over time, into the dirt or concrete floor.
IIRC, they would pack sandbags around the case, loosely, then detonate a small explosive to trigger the nitroglycerin.
They usually saved the barn, but not always. I remember one that made the news, where the abandoned dynamite was in the basement of a house. Yea, the house didn’t make it.
That’s a lack of commitment to ISO 9000 right there, yessiree…
Somehow I don’t think they’ll be doing a fishbone diagram to figure out the root cause…
Karma is a bitch
Or as I call it “Own goal”.
Remember, it’s not so much that Brett is smarter than this guy, it’s just Brett Kimberlin was able to steal the explosives he used in his string of bombings in Speedway Indiana which led to his being known as the Speedway Bomber. This guy had to make his own explosives.
That takes a bit more guts. And sometimes paints the walls with a bit more guts. But I bet the Hamas terrorist does not know what the Presidential Seal tastes like.
I like you.
His eyes were such a pretty blue. One blue this way and one blue that way….
Reminds me of one of the great Ace of Spades threads when an ISIS suicide bomb teacher blew himself up along with a dozen of his pupils:
Those who can do; those who can’t teach.
My first reaction was “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes”, but the I was all “Oopsie-poopsie!”
When I was a kid, my dad was on the “bomb squad”, which, in those days, largely consisted of disposing of old, forgotten cases of dynamite that some farmer, blowing stumps, had left in a barn for decades. The nitroglycerin would seep out, over time, into the dirt or concrete floor.
IIRC, they would pack sandbags around the case, loosely, then detonate a small explosive to trigger the nitroglycerin.
They usually saved the barn, but not always. I remember one that made the news, where the abandoned dynamite was in the basement of a house. Yea, the house didn’t make it.
Love the Marvin the Martian reference. One of my favorite Loony Tunes characters.