浜様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様融 敖陳陳陳陳陳朕 ADDITIVIES 青陳陳陳陳陳潰 藩様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様夕 Harmful additives are a formidable weapon against machinery, people, and processes. Additives perform one or more of the following: 1) Corrosion...sulfuric acid, for example, will corrode the gutter, eaves, and downspout of a home; dumped salt will mar a building surface or floor and kill a lawn. 2) Contamination...copper salts will rot rubber products; soap in a public or corporate fountain will create giant foam. Or put it in a steam boiler if you're more serious abouL[Ymatter. 3) Abrasion...introduction of light, coarse materials, such as resins, to automotive fuel, or metal filings placed in the gears of industrial machinery, will create frictional havoc. 4) Impurities...adding sugar to gasoline greates harmful carbon from the burning sugar, stopping the engine. Soaps and detergents make wonderful additions to food and could even be beneficial if the target happens to be constipated. If not, then soap-laden munchies or drinks will really keep him moving. During my stay as an invited guest of Uncle Sam I recall some dirty tricksters' making an action statement against being in KP. They liberally coated various pans and cooking vessels with GI soap. They washed mugs with a lot of soap, then neglected to rinse them before letting the utensils dry. Later, when some drinkable potion like milk or coffee was poured into the mug by some unsuspecting mark, the soap was activated. Whoosh! Soap is also a very effective additive to containers in which food is prepared. The secret is to disguise the taste. Various other additives will do that and other tricks. A horny old pharmacist, Doctor Frank Pittlover, claims there really is a working aphrodisiac. His is almost as esoteric as the fake stuff you read about in men's magazines. Here's what Doctor Pittlover says: "It's known as yohimmbine hydrochloride (C21, H23, O3N2), an obscure sex stimulant that operates on the central nervous system. It was the aphrodisiac used by the CIA in their MK/ULTRA scam." It is not on the Central Substances Act list --yet--and it is classed as a "veterinary aphrodisiac." That means you can get it openly from a pharmaceutical supply source. What you do with it after you get it is probably your own business. There are other references to and uses of additives in many other topical areas of your revenge...many more than could be indexed here. "Take tea and see" is a good advertising slogan that should also alert the dirty trickster to some additives brought to our attention by herbal-tea producers. Two common products of many herbal teas have side effects that the trickster could define only as delightful. First, some teas contain the leaves, flowers, and the bark of senna plant, a tropical shrub related to our bean plant. The dried leaves, bark, and flowers of this plant are a mighty powerful laxative. Chamomile flowers are also popular in herbal teas. Related to ragweed and goldenrod, chamomile can produce severe reactions in people sensitive to plants of that family. The trick in both cases is to obtain extracts of both products and use them in concentrated enough additive form to create the desired effect. Meanwhile, from the other end, Doctor Christopher Garwood Doyle has a prescription that could really get amark moving. Syrup of ipecac is a common purgative, easily available. Here's how Doctor Goyle uses it. "Your mark is with you or your agent somewhere having a few drinks," the doctor outlines. "Presumably, the mark is drinking something sweet and heavy, like rum and Coke. When the mark goes to the bathroom or is otherwise out of the area, mix one tablespoon of syrup in ipecac in with the drink. "You now have a fifteen-minute waiting--or escaping, if you prefer-- period for the mixture to get active. After that, bombs away! The mark will begin violent projectile vomiting, which really messes up the nearby environment and anyone else who happens to be the way. "We first did this in medical school, using to get back at a classmate who'd turned us in to officials for having an after-hours party in our dorm with women and booze. They threw the book at us because we were supposed to be mature medical students. "The student who did this fancied himself as a real boozer," Doctor Doyle explained, "but he really was a hell of a hypocrite about it and really played pious when he turned us in. So we figured he who tattles about booze shall also toss his booze." Doctor Doyle reports that this additive will work easily with non-alcoholic drinks, too. He says the secret is to select a carrier drink that will hide the taste and consistency of the syrup. Another good remedy for a hotshot is cascara sagrada, made from the dried root of a thorny shrub found on the American West Coast. It produces violent diarrhea. Once, Joe Kascaba introduced some cascara sagranda into a mark's orange juice. The mark was with his girlfriend and her parents in their family car. He had the "juiced" orange juice about ten minutes before getting into the car. Kascaba reminisced, "The stuff's fast acting, and we were lucky to have the girlfriend's brother as our ally, to report the action. It hit the mark about six minutes into the trip, and in another minute he didn't even have time to yell for them to pull over. He just started letting go with loud, wet, explosive bursts. "This is all in full witness of his girlfriend and her family in a tightly packed auto. He couldn't get stopped, either. They took him to a hospital, but by then the additive was through his system and the storm had subsided. That surely is super powerful stuff." Kascaba explained why he had taken action this explosive action, saying, "The guy was a real creep. He was always trying to make out with other girls, and since he wasn't very smooth, he used to get them drunk. This was always with other girls, of course--his regular girlfriend knew nothing about all of this. "Well, one night he pulled this crap on a friend of mine, got her drunk, messed around...she got this feeling all guilty and emotional, then got sick --puked, in fact. He thought he was macho stuff and gave her hell for it. "We figured if he was going to act like such a shit...well, I'm sure you understand...." The above trick is suggested to be used in such a place so that your mark can not easily reach a bathroom within a few minutes after the attack hits. This will cause him to literally shit his pants and drip at the heels. As a final note, Kascaba says not to use this powerful additive with older folks, because it weaken them to the point of very seroius medical complications such as dehyrdration which may kill them. Have some respect for the elderly, think of your grandmother! The following trick is technically a substitution and not an additive: I know of one person who visited her mark's home and emptied the hair conditioner out of his bottle, then poured Neet hair remover into the conditioner bottle. She knew that Operation Substitute was a bald success when she saw her mark in a local store several weeks later, wearing a large scarf on his head. Vinegar makes a great substitute for nose drops or in nasal-spray devices. One especially nasty person also suggested it for use in eye drops. I'm not sure about that one though, sight's a precious thing. You'd better reserve that one for a very deserving person that shot your dog, wrecked your computer, busted you for phreaking, etc. 浜様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様融 敖陳陳陳陳朕 AIRLINES 青陳陳陳陳潰 藩様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様夕 Arrange to have a friend meet you at the terminal gate when you deplane. Give your friend your baggage claim checks and have him/her retrieve your bags from the carousel, then leave the baggage area with your bags. Before your friend leaves the airport with your luggage, be sure to get your claim checks back. Then, you saunter over to the baggage area, spend half an hour waiting for your bags. Ask some clerks for help, then report your "missing" luggage, showing your claim checks as proof. Very few flights ever have a clerk actually check the baggage and collect claim checks. It's foolish, but they don't. Make a polite, but firm scene and demand satisfaction. Normally, the airline people will have you fill out a form and they will attempt to find your luggage. Obviously, they won't find it. Bug them some...write them letters. Soon, you should get a good settlement from the airline. Don't try to pull this one on the same airline more than once! Leaving the airlines and aiming for the individual mark, you can do a lot of personal damage. For instance, if you find your mark is going to use airline travel, you could call and cancel the reservations. You might try to slip a couple rounds of pistol ammunition or a switchblade in to your mark's pocket just before he goes through the metal detector at the airport terminal. You could also slip some drugs into his pocket at the same time. Read a book on pick pocketing to note the technique for doing this. It's quite easy. Leave accurate-looking, but totally bogus hijack scenario plans, bomb diagrams, or orders of battle for terrorist attacks in airport bars and restrooms. This fires up both the rent-a-cops and the real security people. The security delays and resultant hassles with passengers create unhappy people who are angry at airports and airlines. Naturally, the blame for these plans must focus on your mark. If he has really been bugging you it's about time to get even! Leaving the airlines and aiming for individual mark, you can do a lot of personal damage. For instance, if you find that your mark is going to use airline travel and there are only a few travel agents in town, you could call until you find the correct one and cancel the reservations. Or if you know the name of the airline, call their office and cancel the mark's reservations. You might try to slip a couple of rounds of pistol ammunition or a switchblade knife into your mark's pocket just before he goes through the metal detector at the airport terminal. You could also slip some drugs into his pocket at the same time. Read a book on pickpocketing to note the technique for doing this. It's quite easy since you are placing stuff back. Bill Cutcheon sometimes poses as a Moonie, Hare Krishna devotee, or other cultist and goes to airports. His goal is to act like a completely obnoxious fool. He really hams it up, usually getting tossed out after totally grossing out the passengers. The heat, of course, falls equally on the cults and on the airport for letting "them" behave like that. Another Cutcheon stunt is to leave accurate-looking but totally bogus hijack scenario plans, bomb diagrams, or orders for terrorists attacks in airport bars and restrooms. This fires up both the rent-a-cops and the real security people. The security delays and resultant hassles with passengers create unhappy people who are angry at airports and airlines. Naturally, thew blame for these plans must focus on the original perpetrator of Cutcheon's problems. He says, "If some nut group's been hassling me for money, messing in my neighborhood, or otherwise being obnoxious, I'll leave evidence to pin the hijack or bomb rap on them. I got back at a motorcycle gang by doing this once, after they had sideswiped my truck and refused to pay damages." He also explains that this is a good vengeance grabber against an airport facility that has offended you. Mitch Egan of San Francisco doesn't like cultist panhandlers harassing people at airports, so he founded the Fellowship to Resist Organized Groups Involved in Exploitation, or FROGIE. Egan and his friends use those little metal clickers shaped like frogs to ward of religious solicitors. According to Egan, thousands of people across the country are now armed with the little metal frogs, and when a religious panhandler approaches, they whip out the clicker and "Click, click, click!" the pest away. "In San Francisco, I saw two hundred people clicking away at a Krishna," Egan remarked. "They blew her right out of her socks." He adds, "If God wants a dollar from me, he can ask for it. I'm not against religion, but I'm fed up with organized beggars." Relief is just a click away. I knew a chap who became annoyed at a Krishna who followed him out of the Indianapolis airport, verbally abusing him for not making a contribution. Having surreptitiously "armed and primed" himself, our hero suddenly stopped, whipped around, and pissed all over the startled harridan. After the few necessary seconds of attack, he calmly replaced himself, zipped up, and walked away. A bemused security cop nearby tried to hide his laughter. 浜様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様融 敖陳陳陳陳 ANIMALS 青陳陳陳陳 藩様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様夕 If your mark is an oily cuss with a credibility problem you should easily pull off this stunt. It involves a cop, reporters, SPCA folks and some farm animals. Call the police and tell them you know about a cock or dog fight that's being held at your mark's home. Explain that you have no morals against animal fighting but you lost big money there last time and think the fights are fixed. Next call your mark and report to him that some people are holding dog or cock fights on his property. Call the reporters and SPCA and tell them all about the fight. Mention that your mark and the cops have a payoff relationship. Give everyone the same general arrival time, never be too specific. Hopefully, all will sort of show up at the same time. You might manipulate things so the press and animal lovers show up first. Even if a real story doesn't develop, you have scattered some strong seeds of distrust. If you want a stronger story, find a dead dog on the road or something and plant it near by and tell the reporters and SPCA where to find the evidence. It will be fun to hear your mark and the cops talk about everything to the reporters. Dead animals are very useful. Wait until your mark goes on a trip and will be leaving his car or house empty for several days. Get into the car or house and stuff very large and very dead animals everywhere. Your mark will probably have to sell his car and fumigate his house when he returns. If you are bothered by big dogs chasing you just take a good quality plastic water pistol and fill it with freshly squeezed lemon juice. Shoot the furball right in the eyes and it'll soon stop the canine harassment. 浜様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様融 敖陳陳陳陳陳朕 APARTMENTS 青陳陳陳陳陳潰 藩様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様様夕 Your mark lives in an apartment? A squirt or so of Eastman 910 or a similar type glue into the lock can screw up the mark's trying to get back into the apartment after an evening on the town. It's best to save this one until late evening or on a weekend. Of course, this same stunt would work on a house, but an apartment lockout disturbance causes more of a public scene. If the mark's apartment is an older building with wooden door frames and you can work quitly and quickly at night, you can lock him/her in the apartment from the outside. Quietly fix a hasp and keeper on the door and frame using wooden screws. Then slap a padlock on the new fixture. It creates a great deal of frustration if that door is the only way out of the apartment. Do it late Saturday night so the discovery is made on Sunday morning when it's impossible to get help. Run a classified ad offering to sublet the mark's apartment. You can list either the mark's telephone number or that of his/her landlord. As usual, make the contact hour for very early in the morning "because of shift-work schedule." You might want to make a "milk run" to the mark's apartment very early on several mornings and place a whole bunch of empty booze bottles outside his or her door. This works well in ritzy apartments where the neighbors are snobs. How do you get by the security people? One way is to pose as a delivery person, a service person, a building inspector, or someone on a work crew. You can also hire an accomplice in the building, or you can bribe the door guard. Suppose you are the victim of a nasty landlord who evicts you for no good reason. There are lots of legal ways to get your tenant's rights, but there are also many quasi-legal and illegal ways that are much more fun. For example, you could simply "sublet" the place, on your own, to a bunch of dopers, bikers, drunks, hookers, runaways, or twenty-four-hour party throwers. Make this extracuricular subletting your going-away surprise. Another person I know went to the local animal shelter on several different days and got a total of fifteen cats for twenty-five dollars. He bought a bunch of cat food and a bushel basket of fish, and filled his bathtub with water for them. He then nailed every window and door shut from the inside before crawling out the tiny casement window in the basement. He had previously nailed the basement door shut behind him. Obviously, he had moved his things out several days previously. His eviction notice was effective the next day, but the landlord didn't check on the house for five days. My God, what a mistake that man made. To say that that cat house was an uninhabitable mess is an understatement. Tim Carroll was tossed out of his apartment by the landlady because one of Tim's many lady friends stayed over for the whole entire evening. This upset the old biddy who owened the building, and being a staunch, God-fearing charter member of the DAR, she canceled his lease and ordered him to leave the building. Displeased with the abitrary and unilateral treatment and the upheaveal caused by her dubious moral judgement, Tim didn't get angry; he got even. He had a trusted friend place a large sign in a hallway window of the landlady's apartment building. The seventh-floor window faced a busy business street, and the sign was quite visible to many hundreds of people. The sign read: TIM CARROLL SUCKS. The landlady didn't see the sign, so two days later, Tim's friend positioned another sign, this time in a sixth-floor-hall window. The second sign read: TIM CARROLL IS A FAG. The landlady saw both signs and removed them. Two days later, she got a letter from Tim, with a picture enclosed showing her building with the signs easily visible. The letter was Tim's complaint about personal slander and harassment. He asked her please to desist. Sometime early the next morning, in time for rush-hour morning traffic, a new sign went up in the window: TIM CARROLL BLOWS DEAD BEARS. At 8:30 A.M., the unsuspecting landlady recieved a call from an attorney friend of Tim's, citing the original slander and warning the woman against further incidents. Shaken, she swore her innocence. Ten minutes after hanging up, he called back, sounding furious because Tim had just called him about the latest sign. Flabbergasted, the old lady swore she would remove it and loudly proclaim her innocence. Another sign went up that afternoon in time for rush-hour the other way: TIM CARROLL IS A FLAMING HETEROSEXUAL. The landlady got the lawyer's call just after dark, when the sign was no longer visible. She was almost in tears because of his threats to sue. She begged to just talk to Tim, to tell him none of this was her doing. The attorney told her that he had advised his client to have no further discussions with her. The next day's sign read: FOR A GOOD LAY, CALL TIM CARROLL. That evening, a new sign went up. The landlady, frantic, according to Tim's friend who was putting up the signs, got to it fifteen minutes after it went up. The attorney called her five minutes after she go back to her own apartment. Tim related, "You might feel almost sorry for the old lady, except that she had told me earlier that she was going to keep my security deposit and that I would have to forfeit the month's rent I had paid in advance because I had violated the morality clause in my lease. The was no such clause. I found out she had done this same thing to two other guys a year before and some guys before that. She also tossed out a couple because they weren't married. She'd come into your room when you were gone and snoop, too. That bugged me." No signs went up for the next three days, although the woman checked the windows every twenty minutes or so. On the fourth day, hundreds of passersby, accustomed to the signs weren't disappointed. The new sign read: TIM CARROLL'S WHOREHOUSE. Although it took her an hour to discover and remove it, the lawyer friend of Tim's didn't call until the next morning, when a new sign was in the window: WHOREHOUSE UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT. The landlady's telephone number was listed. A second sign was placed on the sixth-floor window underneath: TIM CARROLL COULDN'T BEAT THE COMPETITION. In his best tones, the attorney explained that enough was enough and that on behalf of his client, Mr. Carroll, he would be filing an action. The woman was distraught. He told her to have her attorney present for a meeting at three the following afternoon. He asked her who attorney was and said the meeting should be in his office. Tim and his attorney postponed this meeting several times, then told the woman that since she had stopped putting up the signs, they would hold the suit in limbo for the time. Reportedly, she monitored the halls and windows of that building regularly for five months. But more importantly, she also left her tenants to their own moral lives. Downloaded From P-80 International Information Systems 304-744-2253 12yrs+