01. EMP Primitivism (Remix) ft. Starfish Prime

Examining the possibility of using multiple, coordinated EMP pulse weapon blasts at high altitude to render the world’s electromagnetic technology useless.  Includes an overview of who hates iPods enough to actually want this, a question or two about the morality of doing this, and something about dominos and telepathy to round out the meal.

All the measurements for electromagnetic pulse (EMP) effects, all the data we could base numbers upon, is derived from observing high altitude detonations of nuclear weapons.  We at the BIPT are generally convinced nuclear weapons are a “bad thing” and we will go on the record as being against weapons that kill entire cities and cause cancer for decades after the fact.  So the most important question for this project is, can an EMP pulse of sufficient strength be triggered without using a cot-damn nuclear bomb?

Answer: Yes.

They’re popularly known as “e-bombs”, and precise information is of course classified by DoD.  Thanks to our notoriously traitorous liberal media, like Popular Mechanics, for instance, we can learn a great deal: the byline for this article boasts “In the blink of an eye, electromagnetic bombs could throw civilization back 200 years. And terrorists can build them for $400.” The red meat, with handy hyperlinks courtesy of Brainsturbator:

An Old Idea Made New
The theory behind the E-bomb was proposed in 1925 by physicist Arthur H. Compton --not to build weapons, but to study atoms. Compton demonstrated that firing a stream of highly energetic photons into atoms that have a low atomic number causes them to eject a stream of electrons. Physics students know this phenomenon as the Compton Effect. It became a key tool in unlocking the secrets of the atom.

Ironically, this nuclear research led to an unexpected demonstration of the power of the Compton Effect, and spawned a new type of weapon. In 1958, nuclear weapons designers ignited hydrogen bombs high over the Pacific Ocean. The detonations created bursts of gamma rays that, upon striking the oxygen and nitrogen in the atmosphere, released a tsunami of electrons that spread for hundreds of miles. Street lights were blown out in Hawaii and radio navigation was disrupted for 18 hours, as far away as Australia. The United States set out to learn how to “harden” electronics against this electromagnetic pulse (EMP) and develop EMP weapons.

America has remained at the forefront of EMP weapons development. Although much of this work is classified, it’s believed that current efforts are based on using high-temperature superconductors to create intense magnetic fields. What worries terrorism experts is an idea the United States studied but discarded--the Flux Compression Generator (FCG).

A Poor Man’s E-Bomb
An FCG is an astoundingly simple weapon. It consists of an explosives-packed tube placed inside a slightly larger copper coil, as shown below. The instant before the chemical explosive is detonated, the coil is energized by a bank of capacitors, creating a magnetic field. The explosive charge detonates from the rear forward. As the tube flares outward it touches the edge of the coil, thereby creating a moving short circuit. “The propagating short has the effect of compressing the magnetic field while reducing the inductance of the stator [coil],” says Kopp. “The result is that FCGs will produce a ramping current pulse, which breaks before the final disintegration of the device. Published results suggest ramp times of tens of hundreds of microseconds and peak currents of tens of millions of amps.”

Thanks, Popular Science!  Armed with knowledge, we can start estimating what would be involved with a scheme for “EMP Primitivism”.  After some considerating and debatifying, we’ve decided to keep the actual schematics and details to ourselves.  We’re not in the business of handing out zoo keys in the monkey house, you know?  For anyone tempted to pursue this scheme seriously, a few words of caution: ...nah, nevermind.  It’s your call.

For the most complete rundown on the data regarding EMP we’ve found, check this page out, and read this assessment by a very informed general.

As a side note, this sort of thing is a great exercise.  Planning elaborate crimes, like a bank robbery or giving the President a wedgie on national TV, gets the brain moving like nothing else. 

Although the mainstream media are cheap whores and vicious liars, they’re also great writers and powerful minds.  It amazes me how many freedom fighters and NWO killers have never even checked out the Council on Foriegn Relations website.  Any punk rocker from the 80s knows that the Heritage Foundation is a bunch of neo-nazis --- they are, for sure, but they also publish all their research for free.  The political world is also full of subcontractor parasites, from Halliburton to Pinkerton, and they’re always good for some information, too.  With that in mind, here’s an examination of EMP blasts and the threat posed by them from three sources: The Wall Street Journal, then The Heritage Foundation, then Global Security.  A little Dickhead Darwinism: if you’re not smart enough to use your enemy’s resources against them, you do not deserve to win.

I Would Like a Job with the Martian Consulate.

I didn’t know there was a treaty about outer space, but here’s a copy for you to read.  Who’s UNOOSA?  Why, that’s the United Nations Office for Outer Space Affairs.  (The fact I wasn’t notificed of this at birth—I mean, me, of all people—is pretty friggin weird.)

And, uh....dominoes?  Telepathy?  What?

“I discovered that teachers could teach me nothing. I refused to waste my time listening. I go to trees and flowers in the jungle and have them show I what I should know, learn what I should learn.  When I left school there was nothing to do except field work. Hard, hard labour. I didn’t fancy that. So I started playing dominoes. Through dominoes I learned to read the minds of others. This has proved eternally useful to me.”

----Lee Scratch Perry, who also said:

KM: It sounded like you were trying to relocate Texas in outer space.

LP: Of course, that was in space at that time. That was my reality. It was not a jest or a joke, that was real magic we put together. ‘Cause we worked it out. And what we discover, the future I is the brain of the children and it’s all in comic stories.

KM: Did you read sci-fi?

LP: It’s real, everything is real, that’s no joke. It’s no secret anymore.

KM: Why do you think it’s so tempting to talk about dub in terms of mysticism and outer space?

LP: I tell you, because it’s the heartbeat and the mindpower.

KM: Is it because it deals with mutation and transportation?

LP: When you hear dub you fly on the music. You put your heart you body and your spirit into the music, you gonna fly. Because if it wasn’t for music oppression and taxes would kill you. They send taxes and oppression to hold you, a Government to tell you what to do and use you like a robot. You are then the pinocchio and do their bidding. So they will torment you to death. So when you hear dub you hide from the fuckers there.

KM: Escaping through a parallel sound universe?

LP: I want to put Krypton back together. That’s my greatest dream… put Superman back together. What’s impossible? These words, all these things are possible. There’s a soul which cuts you on two sides; you must know which side you’re on, to know who you’re listenin’ to. You are listenin’ to a machine. I imitate human being ,I’m a machine being. To satisfy your greatest dream. Don’t be mean...Hello from Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry!

KM: Were you aware of Sun Ra, when he was talking about his Arkestra, ideas of displacement and space, alienation and separatism, ‘out’ jazz and free playing - away from the real world?

LP: What the name of it?

KM: Sun Ra. He talked about coming from Saturn and sending his ideas through space.

LP: What (I can tell you, what I can say, there’s many Gods here right now. I am the God of my planet Jupiter, and my planet says there’s no music which can overpower my music. Dub music, drum and bass music, it holds space for all eternity. For all time, for every time. For every single second, for every single minute for every single hour. The drum music, the drums of Africa. The drum controls the heartbeat and the bass holds the space. The dead king Emperor Selassie, not dead, he just walk from body to body. He wants clean cells to drop into.