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Ares
1st May 2012, 08:59 AM
THE United States has been narrowly saved from lethal terrorist plots in recent years — or so it has seemed. A would-be suicide bomber was intercepted on his way to the Capitol; a scheme to bomb synagogues and shoot Stinger missiles at military aircraft was developed by men in Newburgh, N.Y.; and a fanciful idea to fly explosive-laden model planes into the Pentagon and the Capitol was hatched in Massachusetts.
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But all these dramas were facilitated by the F.B.I., whose undercover agents and informers posed as terrorists offering a dummy missile, fake C-4 explosives, a disarmed suicide vest and rudimentary training. Suspects naďvely played their parts until they were arrested.

When an Oregon college student, Mohamed Osman Mohamud, thought of using a car bomb to attack a festive Christmas-tree lighting ceremony in Portland, the F.B.I. provided a van loaded with six 55-gallon drums of “inert material,” harmless blasting caps, a detonator cord and a gallon of diesel fuel to make the van smell flammable. An undercover F.B.I. agent even did the driving, with Mr. Mohamud in the passenger seat. To trigger the bomb the student punched a number into a cellphone and got no boom, only a bust.

This is legal, but is it legitimate? Without the F.B.I., would the culprits commit violence on their own? Is cultivating potential terrorists the best use of the manpower designed to find the real ones? Judging by their official answers, the F.B.I. and the Justice Department are sure of themselves — too sure, perhaps.

Carefully orchestrated sting operations usually hold up in court. Defendants invariably claim entrapment and almost always lose, because the law requires that they show no predisposition to commit the crime, even when induced by government agents. To underscore their predisposition, many suspects are “warned about the seriousness of their plots and given opportunities to back out,” said Dean Boyd, a Justice Department spokesman. But not always, recorded conversations show. Sometimes they are coaxed to continue.

Undercover operations, long practiced by the F.B.I., have become a mainstay of counterterrorism, and they have changed in response to the post-9/11 focus on prevention. “Prior to 9/11 it would be very unusual for the F.B.I. to present a crime opportunity that wasn’t in the scope of the activities that a person was already involved in,” said Mike German of the American Civil Liberties Union, a lawyer and former F.B.I. agent who infiltrated white supremacist groups. An alleged drug dealer would be set up to sell drugs to an undercover agent, an arms trafficker to sell weapons. That still happens routinely, but less so in counterterrorism, and for good reason.

“There isn’t a business of terrorism in the United States, thank God,” a former federal prosecutor, David Raskin, explained.

“You’re not going to be able to go to a street corner and find somebody who’s already blown something up,” he said. Therefore, the usual goal is not “to find somebody who’s already engaged in terrorism but find somebody who would jump at the opportunity if a real terrorist showed up in town.”

And that’s the gray area. Who is susceptible? Anyone who plays along with the agents, apparently. Once the snare is set, law enforcement sees no choice. “Ignoring such threats is not an option,” Mr. Boyd argued, “given the possibility that the suspect could act alone at any time or find someone else willing to help him.”

Typically, the stings initially target suspects for pure speech — comments to an informer outside a mosque, angry postings on Web sites, e-mails with radicals overseas — then woo them into relationships with informers, who are often convicted felons working in exchange for leniency, or with F.B.I. agents posing as members of Al Qaeda or other groups.

Some targets have previous involvement in more than idle talk: for example, Waad Ramadan Alwan, an Iraqi in Kentucky, whose fingerprints were found on an unexploded roadside bomb near Bayji, Iraq, and Raja Khan of Chicago, who had sent funds to an Al Qaeda leader in Pakistan.

But others seem ambivalent, incompetent and adrift, like hapless wannabes looking for a cause that the informer or undercover agent skillfully helps them find. Take the Stinger missile defendant James Cromitie, a low-level drug dealer with a criminal record that included no violence or hate crime, despite his rants against Jews. “He was searching for answers within his Islamic faith,” said his lawyer, Clinton W. Calhoun III, who has appealed his conviction. “And this informant, I think, twisted that search in a really pretty awful way, sort of misdirected Cromitie in his search and turned him towards violence.”

THE informer, Shahed Hussain, had been charged with fraud, but avoided prison and deportation by working undercover in another investigation. He was being paid by the F.B.I. to pose as a wealthy Pakistani with ties to Jaish-e-Mohammed, a terrorist group that Mr. Cromitie apparently had never heard of before they met by chance in the parking lot of a mosque.

“Brother, did you ever try to do anything for the cause of Islam?” Mr. Hussain asked at one point.

“O.K., brother,” Mr. Cromitie replied warily, “where you going with this, brother?”

Two days later, the informer told him, “Allah has more work for you to do,” and added, “Revelation is going to come in your dreams that you have to do this thing, O.K.?” About 15 minutes later, Mr. Hussain proposed the idea of using missiles, saying he could get them in a container from China. Mr. Cromitie laughed.

Reading hundreds of pages of transcripts of the recorded conversations is like looking at the inkblots of a Rorschach test. Patterns of willingness and hesitation overlap and merge. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt,” Mr. Cromitie said, and then explained that he meant women and children. “I don’t care if it’s a whole synagogue of men.” It took 11 months of meandering discussion and a promise of $250,000 to lead him, with three co-conspirators he recruited, to plant fake bombs at two Riverdale synagogues.

“Only the government could have made a ‘terrorist’ out of Mr. Cromitie, whose buffoonery is positively Shakespearean in its scope,” said Judge Colleen McMahon, sentencing him to 25 years. She branded it a “fantasy terror operation” but called his attempt “beyond despicable” and rejected his claim of entrapment.

The judge’s statement was unusual, but Mr. Cromitie’s characteristics were not. His incompetence and ambivalence could be found among other aspiring terrorists whose grandiose plans were nurtured by law enforcement. They included men who wanted to attack fuel lines at Kennedy International Airport; destroy the Sears Tower (now Willis Tower) in Chicago; carry out a suicide bombing near Tampa Bay, Fla., and bomb subways in New York and Washington. Of the 22 most frightening plans for attacks since 9/11 on American soil, 14 were developed in sting operations.

Another New York City subway plot, which recently went to trial, needed no help from government. Nor did a bombing attempt in Times Square, the abortive underwear bombing in a jetliner over Detroit, a planned attack on Fort Dix, N.J., and several smaller efforts. Some threats are real, others less so. In terrorism, it’s not easy to tell the difference.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/29/opinion/sunday/terrorist-plots-helped-along-by-the-fbi.html?_r=1

jimswift
1st May 2012, 09:30 AM
remember this thing from a couple years back?:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VswdzWA6T-s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VswdzWA6T-s

Awoke
1st May 2012, 10:20 AM
Back a number of years ago I was falling for the culture-mixing plan, and I was quite a hip hop fan. I still like some of it, but I think most people here remember NWA?

After they split, I was always a fan of MC Ren. He released a number of Solo albums. At the time, I never realized the seriousness of the message he was professing, but now I do. And it is a serious message by a deceived ghetto child:
Blame Whitey for everything, and kill him. Worship Allah.

Here is just one song for example, about hating/killing whitey.
This is old, so hopefully Ren has spend some time listening to Farrakhan by now. (Regarding the Khazars)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcb9EMSCsTA




“Mayday, mayday, we're going down?
Niggaz screamin' mayday 'cause Ren is kickin' ass like Pele
Makin' fools run like it's a relay
But ain't no fools runnin' sprints in shorts
It's just niggaz shootin' dice on the basketball courts
Waitin' for the day to get revenge for the days
Of the slave ships, ya got the bloods and the crypts
Unitin' puttin' guns together
To give white people stormy weather
But they can't hide under no umbrella
'Cause we be breakin' niggaz out the motherfuckin' jail cella
Fella, so who gives a hell of a about the man
The KK Klan
So here we go again scarin' people to death
Knockin' niggaz out with the indo on the breath
On the old english because we use fuckin' english
So you can understand now who's the man?
It gotta be me, I got the shit organized
So when you see us comin' don't be actin' surprised

(CHORUS)(2x)
Mayday on the frontline
Mayday, mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday, mayday

Oh my God, he's been shot in the chest
Yo he's a redneck, huh, throw him with the rest
Of the dead bodies we be buryin'
With 2 million niggaz got guns, and carry 'em
Shoot people first and ask questions later
Just like a nigga was a terminator
So niggaz know what they oughta do
I won't bring up that Rodney King shit, 'cause that's through
Now back to the blue prints, behind the fence
A gang a niggaz strapped and it ain't no coincidence
Now it's time for the camouflage
And all the niggaz I can fit in back of the Dodge
Bound to go to war but this ain't the Middle East
We're killin' motherfuckers for revenge, fuck peace
So if ya see us, this is what ya do
Grab your shit and come along, we're killin' cops in blue
Even if the black cops are down wit' 'em
Those sell out motherfuckers, yo, we're still gonna get 'em
Because it's mayday on the frontline

(CHORUS)

Now I gotta play run away slave like a fiend
Because they got me on the TV screen
They said they wanted me dead or alive
'Cause I don't talk jive, I try to survive
Tellin' niggaz what's the deal on the streets
So they don't get caught up in a gang sweep
They gotta let 'em have it
Shoot 'em in the ass like a motherfuckin' rabbit
Because we're losin' altitude
Because they're getting shot down by a nigga with an attitude
Turbulence up ahead, yo
The storms getting thick, 'cause I'm a man with a big ass dick
Throw a grenade in their program
Let 'em know who I am, a nigga can jam
A little black nigga from the streets, over hip hop beats
With a glare and we're wearin' black sheets
Hope we don't burn shit in your front yard
We'll beat your ass down on the boulevard
So a bandon ship, grab your parachute
'Cause niggaz comin' in khaki suits and steel toed boots
Stompin' motherfuckers in the way of the process
Or they might get a bullet to the chest
It gotta be me, I got the shit organized
So when you see me comin' don't be actin' surprised
Mayday on the frontline

(CHORUS)


This album is full of White-hating, allah loving bullshit. Attack on Babylon is another one, but this is the thing: They are hating on the wrong people. The Khazars are laughing as these albums get produced in their studios, and released on their record labels, because it promotes the agenda they have carefully crafted and they make a ton of money from it all.

Mouse
1st May 2012, 11:42 PM
A few select find and replace, and a slight edit, makes a more pleasant song....

“Mayday, mayday, we're going down?
kittens screamin' mayday 'cause Ren is kickin' ass like Pele
Makin' puppies run like it's a relay
But ain't no puppies runnin' sprints in shorts
It's just kittens shootin' dice on the bouncy ball courts
Waitin' for the day to get revenge for the days
Of the slave ships, ya got the bloods and the crypts
Unitin' puttin' furballs together
To give white puppies stormy weather
But they can't hide under no umbrella
'Cause we be breakin' kittens out the motherfuckin' jail cella
Fella, so who gives a hell of a about the pussycat
The KK Klan
So here we go again scarin' puppies to death
Knockin' kittens out with the indo on the breath
On the old english because we use fuckin' english
So you can understand now who's the pussycat?
It gotta be me, I got the shit organized
So when you see us comin' don't be actin' surprised
(CHORUS)(2x)
Mayday we need frontline
Mayday, mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday, mayday
Oh my God, he's been shot in the chest
Yo he's a short haired domestic, huh, throw him with the rest
Of the dead bodies we be buryin'
With 2 million kittens got guns, and carry 'em
Shoot puppies first and ask questions later
Just like a kitten was a terminator
So kittens know what they oughta do
I won't bring up that Rodney King catshit, 'cause that's through
Now back to the blue prints, poopin by the fence
A gang a kittens strapped and it ain't no coincidence
Now it's time for the camouflage
And all the kittens I can fit in back of the Dodge
Bound to go to war but this ain't the Middle East
We're killin' baby wabbits for revenge, fuck peace
So if ya see us, this is what ya do
Grab your shit and come along, we're killin' butterflies too
Even if the black moths are down wit' 'em
Those sell out motherfuckers, yo, we're still gonna get 'em
Because it's mayday we got fleas, where's the frontline
(CHORUS)
Now I gotta play run away pussy like a fiend
Because they got me chasing birdies on the TV screen
They said they wanted me dead or alive
'Cause I don't talk jive, I purr to survive
Tellin' kittens what's the deal on the streets
So they don't get caught up in a animal control sweep
They gotta let 'em have it
Shoot 'em in the ass like a motherfuckin' rabbit
Because we're losin' altitude
Because they're getting shot down by a kitten with an attitude
Turbulence up ahead, yo
The storms getting thick, 'cause I'm a pussycat with a big ass tick
Throw a grenade in their litter box
Let 'em know who I am, a kitten with botox
A little black kitten from the streets, over hip hop beats
With a glare and we're wearin' black sheets
Hope we don't burn catshit in your front yard
We'll beat your ass down on the boulevard
So a bandon ship, grab your parachute
'Cause kittens comin' in khaki suits and steel toed boots
Stompin' motherfuckers in the way of the process
Or they might get a infected scratch wound - to the chest
It gotta be me, I got the shit organized
So when you see me comin' don't be actin' surprised
Mayday we got fleas, where's the frontline

Serpo
2nd May 2012, 05:38 AM
FBI Hatches Another Terror Scare, Arrests 5 Anarchists in Plot to Blow Up Cleveland Bridge

AND THERE IS MORE

they are on a roll

http://theintelhub.com/2012/05/01/fbi-hatches-another-terror-scare-arrests-5-anarchists-in-plot-to-blow-up-cleveland-bridge/http://theintelhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/120501022718-suspect-bridge-bomb-story-top-588x330.jpg (http://theintelhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/120501022718-suspect-bridge-bomb-story-top.jpg)

Awoke
3rd May 2012, 06:33 AM
Haha, Mouse.