Internet Helps Iran Select Next Heinous Terror Plot

No doubt you’ve all heard about Iran’s foiled plan to assassinate the Saudi ambassador to the United States.

Now, Wired’s Danger Room is challenging its readers to brainstorm an equally unhinged backup stratagem to spread fear and destabilize the Global Hegemony.

Yeah, it’s a sick, cynical, silly exercise. But it’s Friday…and I don’t know anyone who couldn’t use a laugh right now.

Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 10/14/11 at 09:00 AM • Permalink

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Simultaneously Rickroll every U.S. citizen, bringing economic and cultural activity to a halt.

From Mr Mahmoud Ahmedinejad.

Dear Friend,

For your kind attention. I will be very glad if you do assist me to relocate this sum of ( US$4.2M ) to your account for the benefit of our both families.

This is a genuine business,only i cannot operate it alone without using a Foreigner who will stand as a beneficiary to the money, that is why i decided to contact you in a good manner to assist me and also to share the benefit together with me.


By indicating your interest I will send you the full details on how the business will be executed.

Please keep this proposal as a top secret and delete if you are not interested.

Regards,

Mr. Mahmoud Ahmedinejad.

@Mrs. Polly:

Please keep this proposal as a top secret and delete if you are not interested.

Remind me never to trust you with confidential information.

Currently moving up the list:

“We get the warhead, and we hold the world ransomed for…One MILLION DOLLARS!!”

Build a giant horse, fill it with Quds operatives and leave it on the Tijuana side of the border.

Construct a fake betting parlor, have the call read using slightly delayed race results and staff it with Quds in sharp pinstriped suits.

Remind me never to trust you with confidential information.

Oh sure, like you never were allowed a glimpse at a highly guarded industrial installation, snapped a picture on your cell when nobody was looking intending to hold an auction among certain parties with an intense interest in same, and accidentally put it on Twitter instead of that picture of a baby raccoon you had meant to upload.

I am so fucking tied of this shit. All of it.

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