CVS as exploitive, shoplifting as revolutionary, frog skins as smokable fun times! Who wouldn’t want to read this? Putting aside the floorboard bombs and blackjacks (wet socks filled with sand) this book is actually a pretty interesting read. I can say that I now know the exact (according to the extremely opinionated and suspiciously experienced 19 year old author) lethal and non-lethal dosages for heroine, cocaine, LSD, and cough syrup. Information about dealing with police, my rights, and destroying the government can be found on these very (heavily monitored) pages.
In all honesty though, this is a very dangerous book. It feels normal, almost too casual when you’re reading it. As though discussions about making smokeable drugs out of peanuts and using a rifle as a device for bludgeoning were as everyday as talking about what’s for dinner. It kind of makes you feel like since the author is saying its okay, then it must be. Very convincing and knowledgeable approaches, as though he knows that if he appears too manic or aggressive he can lose the interest of readers, implying to them that these are just ravings of another “f*** the government” kid who doesn’t really know what he’s talking about. But in fact, I feel like he does. There isn’t a lot of anarchist ideology, and I don’t believe that was its purpose. This book was meant o plant the seed of anarchist thought. To make these “recipes” available for culinary perfection. A lot of people look at a dish and want to make it, but never do because they don’t know how. But when that cookbook opens its golden pages, you’re presented with a lot of “I can do that” and “oh I for sure have that in my pantry.” And thats exactly what this text does for the reader. I was shocked reading the list of kitchen replacements for ingredients in the common bomb, finding that nearly everyone was within the walls of my own home. This is the bomb-making fo idiots text, this is the “anyone can cook” for terrorists an essentially, anarchists.
Personally, I found the drugs section to be the most interesting. I have never experienced the absolutely life-changing effects of any drug besides prescription, (which considering the difference between life with hemiplegic migraines and life without I would conclude that excedrin is, in fact, life-changing) and was drawn in like a moth to flame, living vicariously through the descriptions of side effects, dosages, pill shapes and colors and over-dose effects. Now, I can say I find that a little disturbing, but that’s what the book does to you. Normalizes the content, turns it into digestible chunks of meat that are so tasty you don’t even realize its human flesh, and when you do, its too late-you’re addicted and you want more. Not Saying that I do. I am not an anarchist. I just want to watch Steven universe and write poems about elderly people who still go to Dairy Queen together in search of classic vanilla cones. FBI please don’t target me.