Sunday, February 23, 2014


This appeared in the Santa Barbara News-Press on 12 July 2008.

At least one Santa Barbara judge is cracking down on anyone who attempts to evade jury duty. Superior Court Judge J. William Lafferty recently ordered 19 such evaders into court to explain their recalcitrant behavior -- and handed out fines to 14 of them for insubordination, along with imminent jury duty.

Superior Court Executive Officer Gary Blair explained the juror summons procedure to The Investigator: Santa Barbara residents are sent a summons by first-class mail, after which they receive a follow-up reminder, after which, if they still haven't manifested themselves, they receive a warning letter.

If all three mailings are ignored, the Sheriff's Department may send a deputy (as ordered by a judge) to personally deliver a final missive demanding that the recipient "show cause" by appearing in court, where a fine and jury duty await.

To make it stick, the deputy must confront the summoned individual (presumably at home) and sign a "proof of delivery" statement affirming that the summons was indeed received by the person to whom it was addressed. Without proof of service, the case can go no further.

But if properly served, failure by the recipient to appear in court on the specified date can result in the issuance of an arrest warrant.

Despite payment far below minimum wage (an eight-hour day for $1.88 per hour, in disparity with California's $8 per hour lawful minimum), it is a citizen's obligation, and patriotic duty, to serve on a jury if so summoned and selected from a jury pool.

According to the Fully Informed Jury Association (FIJA), this is actually a citizen's chance to do some real good for society. 

For FIJA views jury duty as an opportunity to do more than just evaluate the facts of a case as instructed by the judge. 

A juror, the group says, is constitutionally entitled to engage in jury nullification of law or, as it is also known, jury power.

Most judges do not agree with a juror's right to determine whether the law in question is a good law, or a bad law, or if the law has been justly applied. 

Judges generally believe that a juror's role is solely to evaluate testimony and evidence, and thereby determine only if the law has been broken.

But proponents of jury power will vote to acquit a defendant if they feel that the law is guilty, not the defendant.

For example, if the federal government prosecuted a marijuana possession case in a state that permitted medical marijuana, a juror may be tempted to acquit the perpetrator on the basis that state law is more equitable, i.e., that the law being pursued is flawed, not the accused.

Typically, judges feel that jury power erodes their own authority, which means they may disallow potential jurors who fully understand their rights from serving on a jury in their courtrooms. 

Moreover, it is prudent for a prospective juror to announce up front if he or she subscribes to jury nullification of law so that the judge cannot later, after a trial, hold a juror in contempt of court for "hiding" a belief in jury power.

This has actually happened in some cases where jurors did not disclose their awareness of their right to vote their conscience, and the judge misinterpreted their silence as an "obstruction of justice."

Mr. Blair told The Investigator he knows of no case in Santa Barbara where a juror has been well enough informed to invoke jury nullification of law.

He added that, quite apart from how a local judge may feel about a potential juror's intention to put the law on trial in addition to the defendant, "the lawyers (for both sides) would probably throw him or her out."

Which may be one way to avoid the worst paying job in the state.

Thursday, July 4, 2013


The Conspiracy Peddlers was the first of its kind.

Chapter by chapter, this booklet tackled the Liberty Lobby, Lyndon LaRouche and his various fronts, Conspiracy Queen Mae Brussell, and Peter Beter, among others.

Dr. Beter, a former Import-Export bank official, worked himself into weekly frenzies about "Soviet nuclear warheads buried in U.S. coastal waters." 

He even provided precise longitudes and latitudes of every concealed warhead. 

A lake in West Virginia was cited, and a panicked sheriff named Harley Mooney actually had it drained.

Willis Carto threatened the publisher with a lawsuit.  But never filed one.

Saturday, May 4, 2013


Student Newspaper
The American School in London
Wednesday, April 4, 1973

Bear van Wyck, the art teacher who organized for Elton John to perform at ASL, had transformed the amphitheater into a kind of VIP lounge for Elton, his band, and others who got tapped to be there; me, by merit of bringing a half-dozen cakes from my parents’ cake biz, and also because I got assigned to try to interview Elton for the school newspaper.

Longdancer, the supporting act, was already into their set when Bear approached me and said Elton was parked outside on Loudoun Road, would I go greet him and show him where to go?

Together with a Swedish student (I’ve forgotten his name), I charged out to Loudoun Road and approached Elton’s black limo.

Problem was, I didn’t know (nor did the other guy) where Bear meant for us to take Elton.  

This was because Bear had planned a surprise party for Elton in the amphitheater (I think it was his birthday) and the setting was not yet ready to receive him.

So the other student and I stupidly led Elton and his band toward the gym, where the concert was taking place.  We went down a stairway (Loudoun Road side) to a door that would have led backstage.

Fortunately, it was locked.  Elton would not have wanted to remain there, behind the stage, for another hour while Longdancer performed.  Nor even for five minutes.

“It’s locked,” I said.

Elton said, “What the bloody hell’s going on?”

It was a fair question.

I responded by leading him to the amphitheater, surprise party be damned. 

As we sauntered in, Elton looked around, a smile on his face, and commented, “Well, this is nice.”

It was very nice, indeed.  There was wine and various cakes and pies, people milling around.

Elton sat down in the front row, center, facing the amphitheater stage. He seemed relaxed and happy.

I shyly asked him if he minded being interviewed for the school paper. He readily and gracefully agreed.  

Others gathered around as I asked questions.  All I had at my disposal was a pen and white paper plates, and I used about five of them to scribble Elton’s answers to my questions.  Others chipped in with questions of their own, and Elton seemed to greatly enjoy himself.

Monday, April 22, 2013


Boris Berezovsky, the self-exiled Russian oligarch found dead at his home in Britain with a ligature tied around his neck, feared assassination.

I got a personal taste of this fear when I met the supposed billionaire at London’s Dorchester Hotel seven years ago.  He showed up with a bullet proofed Bentley and two very large bodyguards.  He wasn’t scared of me.  But he was petrified of Russian President Vladimir Putin, his arch-nemesis—and Putin’s proclivity for poisoning his perceived opponents, either with polonium or lead.

Short, dark, and shifty-eyed Berezovsky scanned the grand lobby for assassins (usually, tycoons leave this to their goons) and quickly determined we’d be safer in his private club, where members’ guests (myself included) are compelled to pose for mug shots as a condition of entry.

And although The Ambassadors Club was a mere hundred yards down Park Lane, Berezovsky insisted we climb into his tank for the ten-second ride.

This was a man who valued his life.  And had good reason to believe at least one very powerful person wanted him dead.

As New Russia’s New Stalin, Putin, a product of the KGB, had a decade earlier embarked on a systematic plan to eliminate Russians perceived by him to have betrayed the Motherland.

This was, after all, a Communist tradition, commencing with the assassination of Leon Trotsky.

First we had Edward Lee Howard, a defector to Moscow from the CIA, who supposedly broke his neck “falling down the stairs to his basement” soon after he was discovered to have compromised the former KGB chairman Vladimir Kryuchkov and embarrassed the Russian special services.  (Ed’s dacha didn’t have a basement.)

Thus followed a series of shootings and beatings, resulting in the death of Russian investigative reporters and assorted political opponents.

But the boldest assassination was that of Alexander Litvinenko, an ex-KGB officer resident in the UK, who suffered an agonizing death after drinking tea laced with Polonium 210, which inadvertently subjected others to radiation poisoning.

A former KGB officer executed that hit, as ordered by Russian FSB chief Nikolai Patrushev, and approved by Putin.

So Boris, who had been close to Litvinenko, had much to fear—paranoia that even Zyprexa and Abilify would not suppress.  But this guy took precautions not medication.  And he was never treated for depression, the usual cause of suicide.

So how does Berezovsky come to die with a ligature around his neck, as if he were an ill-fated character in The Godfather?

It is reported that two officers from Her Majesty’s Secret Intelligence Service (SIS), which kept tabs on him, visited this one-time Godfather of the Kremlin on the eve of his demise.  

Did they carry such bad news that the almost-broke billionaire decided to end it all at whim, having already planned a trip to Israel the following week?

Putin’s press machine zoomed into gear (or was already geared), not only blaming the Brits but also leaking a story (true or not) about Boris having penned a missive to Putin begging forgiveness and permission to return to Mother Russia.

Back to my meeting with Berezovsky in London seven years ago:  He spoke with passion of overthrowing the Russian president he helped handpick from obscurity (to replace the drunkard Yeltsin), returning to Russia, and running the country himself.

I, apparently, was not the only person to whom he spouted off.  A few weeks later, his insurrectionist stance got reported in the media, resulting in a censure from the British government after protests from Putin.

I mentioned my bizarre meeting with Boris to a friend who happened be a senior member of SIS, asking if continued contact would have any upside.  My friend looked at me mournfully.  After a few moments silence, he said quietly, “There’s nothing but death associated with Boris Berezovsky.”

Tuesday, January 1, 2013


Tim Hardin (1941-1980) at Tricky Dick's Coffee House, London, 1978

This (unpublished) interview was conducted in mid-1979.

Tim died from an overdose of heroin December 29, 1980

Tim Hardin used to live in a squat (a derelict house) around the corner from Tricky Dick's, my late-night coffee house in Hampstead, north London.

One evening, Tim wandered in and played his guitar:  a very powerful performance featuring his mighty voice and self-written classics like If I Were a Carpenter.

We became friends and, somewhat down and out, he'd hang with me through the day as I made supply runs for coffee, ice cream, etc.

Early evening, we'd hang at the local bars:  Swiss Cottage, The Red House, and The Old Bull and Bush, where he'd alternately make fast friends and provoke fights.

Later, Tim would play a set at Tricky Dick's in exchange for a burger and fries (and a pint of whiskey under the table).

Many customers had no idea he'd been a famous pop star, fallen on hard times, and when he improvised new lyrics extemporaneously, they'd prat-call that the words were wrong.

Once, Tim stopped playing and smacked a smug heckler on the stomach.  

But mostly he played, because that's what he liked doing best of all.  

He lived for his art and felt good only when he was in his zone, strumming, tapping keys and singing.

ERINGER:  Tell me about your rise and fall situation?

HARDIN:  When I was 19 I got a scholarship at the American Academy of Dramatic Art in New York.  It was too much like school, so after about six weeks I dropped out and bought a guitar with my last forty bucks.  Didn't know how to play it or anything.  Figured out five or six chords and started writing tunes because it was easier than learning other people's songs.  I got a gig in Greenwich Village where they passed the hat, hot dog money and bus fare.  Out of that I got a publishing deal:  I'd send them a song, they'd send me some bread.

The music business is based, like every other business, on making as much money as you can for as little effort and as little time spent as possible.  There are some people who do not know how to coordinate their lives that way.  They find out something they can do that's exciting for them to do, which in my case is singing and playing.  It's the only thing I can do good enough to make me feel good.  So, helplessly I go, feeling good and playing, not knowing that when somebody says, "I want to make you a really fair contract"--not knowing that they don't feel the same way about their gig as I do about mine.  It's a business where if you can't lie, or if you don't have somebody to tell you that somebody else is lying to you, you're always going to lose.  Just always.  You might stack up some bread, but you're going to feel such a fool when you realize you're only getting one percent of what you're supposed to get.

You know, I said to my first contract people, who screwed me real good, "I said, "Should I have a lawyer look at this contract?"  They said, "Sure, our lawyer's right next door!"  Hey, man, almost everybody knows better than what I did.

When I realized what was going on, I just walked on them, split, which also cost me a lot of money.  At that time I was so young and, it seemed me, so rich, that I couldn't make a mistake.  That I had some money in my pocket made me so f------- cocky I decided to stop recording for anyone and start my own record company.

ERINGER:  When was that?

HARDIN:  About 1972.  But then I got an offer to record with Rod Stewart's people, GM Records.

ERINGER:  That's when you moved to London?

HARDIN:  Yeah.

ERINGER:  Why London?

HARDIN:  Well, romantically I had something going with Mary Frampton.

ERINGER:  While she was married to Peter Frampton?

HARDIN:  Yeah.

ERINGER:  Did Peter know?

HARDIN:  No, he didn't.  And neither did she!  I was just so in love with her that I just went over there [London] and waited till somebody f----- up.

ERINGER:  What happened?

HARDIN:  Well, I didn't f--- up, so I got it.

ERINGER:  Got what?

HARDIN:  Mary married me.

ERINGER:  How were  you for money at that time?

HARDIN:  Until just after Christmas, '75, I never realized that I wouldn't have all the money I ever wanted ever.

ERINGER:  After being a millionaire for a bunch of years you were suddenly broke?

HARDIN:  And would be in terms of anything I could make off of what I thought I owned.  Then my manager, a so-called "friend," came over and said somebody offered me a quarter-of-a-million for my catalog of songs.  Well, I needed money at the time so I said okay. When I came round to my senses a week later, I changed my mind. So this "friend" came to England and told me he'd gone to the IRS and told him my story about the kind of tax shortcuts everybody takes, and he said they'd extradite me from England and put me in jail.  So I signed the paper and sold the catalog.

ERINGER:  But, still, how can you be so down and out?

HARDIN:  I had to pay my ex-wife Susan an awful lot of money.  I wish she'd give me some.

ERINGER:  Why won't she?

HARDIN:  Because she knows I hate her so much and she hates me, too.  She doesn't even like to see me.

ERINGER:  When did you last see her?

HARDIN:  About seven months ago.  She met me at her office, where she does organic make-up.  I had tea and a cupcake with her.  I asked her if she could lend me some bread to pay for parking across the street.  She said, "Oh, Tim, are you really broke?" and I explained the whole thing to her.  So she gave me twenty bucks instead of five. She could tell right then that I was very capable of killing.

ERINGER:  How did it feel when it finally occurred to you that you were dead broke and had to change your glamorous lifestyle?

HARDIN:  It grabbed me by the nuts, put its thumb up my asshole and scratched my brains from inside.

ERINGER:  You were addicted to heroin, right?

HARDIN:  I was addicted to heroin from age 19 to 26.  I'll tell you what:  My drug experiences were not a drag.  I felt so good so much that I will never, ever be sorry.  

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


JANUARY 3rd, 2009

Rosemary Kennedy--sister to President John and Senators Robert and Edward--died of natural causes at age 
86 near a special care facility in Wisconsin, where she had lived almost all her adult life.
What happened to poor Rosemary at the tender age of 23 continues to haunt us.
Dr. Bertram Brown, a former Deputy Surgeon General of the U.S., once called it "The biggest mental health cover-up in history."
Let's uncover it.
Rosemary Kennedy was not mentally retarded, as Kennedy lore suggests. 
But even if she were, family patriarch Joseph Kennedy's ultimate solution for dealing with such a handicap would still be 
unforgivable: He made his daughter submit to a prefrontal lobotomy.
The procedure took place in 1941 at St. Elizabeth's Hospital in Washington D.C., where America's original lobotomist, Dr. Walter Freeman, practiced his favorite experimental psychosurgery, usually with a bespoke gold-plated ice pick.
For a start, lobotomy was never supposed to be conducted on the mentally retarded. It was designed for the mentally insane, as a means to relieve chronic aggression.
But Rosemary was not insane, either.
She was temperamental, possibly depressed, with a lower-than-average I.Q.
As such, Rosemary was an embarrassment to her father, who possessed high political ambitions for his sons. Her tantrums, compounded by promiscuity, deeply troubled Joe, who fretted she might become pregnant and shame the family.
So while Joe's wife, Rose, was away, and without her knowledge, he consulted Walt Freeman, who agreed that prefrontal lobotomy was a fine fix for a young woman in the prime of her life who was having, perhaps, too much fun. It would, promised Walt, put an end to her "mood swings that the family found difficult to handle at home." (Part of the reason Rosemary was difficult to handle at home was because her siblings--all of higher intelligence--treated her like moron.)
While the patient recited the Lord's Prayer and sang God Bless America, neurosurgeon James Watts--supervised by Walt--cut at Rosemary's prefrontal lobes with an instrument similar to a butter knife until her words became incoherent.
The procedure worked! No more mood swings, no more tantrums, no more promiscuity; and most important, no more embarrassment for Joe.
Also this: No more personality, no more ability to think or speak; a young, vibrant life taken--sacrificed to pathological ambition. 
Walt Freeman liked to say, "Lobotomy gets them home," as he traversed the country in his lobotomobile, a Cortez trailer, goading asylum keepers in 23 states to line up their unruly.
But Rosemary Kennedy did not go home. Incapacitated, with a developmental age of 2, Rosemary was cast off to Wisconsin--and Joe all but erased her existence from the family.

Saturday, September 3, 2011


This appeared in The Toronto Star in 1986

Picture this: It is summer, 1984, and the world is about to enter another of its seemingly endless crises.

Ten thousand Afghan troops have crossed the border into Pakistan (to “chase” rebels). The United States places its naval units in the Indian Ocean of Defence Condition (DEFCON) Three, an increased readiness stance activated only once since World War II. The remainder of the U.S. military machine goes from normal DEFCON Five (peacetime defence) to DEFCON Four (DEFCON One means nuclear war).
In northern Canada, a 32-year-old operator at an aging Distant Early Warning line station focuses a watchful eye on his radar scope, some of whose supporting components are older than he is. Suddenly, “targets” are probably being caused by the intense atmospherics of the North Pole region.
He also estimates that the “targets” are moving south at a nominal speed of 50 miles per hour, thus confirming his suspicions. Dutifully, he reports them via a computer terminal to his commander. The aged computer accepts the operator's report, but malfunctions by adding a single digit and prints the speed of the “targets” as 500 miles per hour, the speed of most Soviet cruise missiles.
The “confirmed” report (another station submits the same target report) is forwarded to the to the National Command Authority (NCA) in Washington. Due to the panic already created by a crisis situation (the “Soviet” incursion into Pakistan en route to her much coveted warm-water port), the report is taken at face value: Possible Soviet nuclear missiles have been launched toward the United States.
The U.S. President is alerted and he immediately decides to evacuate Washington and enter his Boeing 747 National Emergency Command Post. The Soviets, monitoring U.S. Communications, are alerted to this highly unusual activity and decide that further intelligence information is necessary. They launch five spy satellites which are always maintained in a state of readiness for “clarifying the picture” during such emergencies. The satellites are directed to fly over the United States to collect data.
The U.S. National Command Authority receives a report from its own spy satellite over the U.S.S.R. that five ICBMs have been launched and are on their way to United States, impact expected within three minutes.
There is no time to think, double-check or deliberate. The President, airborne, decides that before he loses the ability to control the situation he must demonstrate to the Soviets that he means business. So he orders a limited nuclear strike against pre-selected, non-populated Soviet targets. Two minutes later his orders are received aboard the U.S.S. Mississippi, a Trident class ballistic missile submarine. The button is pushed and all 24 missiles are launched.
There is no “recall” or “self-destruct” capability available.
Most people, including some extremely well-educated authorities who should know better, may feel the above scenario is just not possible due to the checks and double-checks inherent in the nuclear forces of both sides today. It is also widely, though incorrectly, believed that the president will wait until absolute confirmation of a nuclear attack (i.e nuclear bursts on U.S. territory) before initiating a response, a notion which supports the “second strike” concept.
However, there are certain aspects of modern strategic nuclear forces that, if examined more carefully, will clearly indicate that an accidental nuclear exchange is not only feasible, but a serious risk.
The ageless axiom that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link is more than applicable to the political-military infrastructure that controls the employment of nuclear weapons. The weakest link in that chain has been repeatedly identified as the Command, Control and Communications of the strategic forces.
The Communications which support Command and Control of the U.S. strategic forces are sophisticated and expensive, but highly vulnerable. The system employs all forms of modern equipment, including land-line phones, radios, optics... right up to satellite relay systems.
The entire magnetic spectrum from Very Low frequency to Extremely High Frequency is engaged to complicate an enemy's potential ability to sever communications. Unfortunately, almost all military (and most civilian) communication depends upon this electro-magnetic spectrum through the use of radio waves and its related equipment (switchboards, transmitters, receivers, etc.).
Airborne Links
The president exercises control of his strategic forces through the National Command Authority via ground-based communication links to regional and sub-regional commanders. The backup behind this system is a fleet of command aircraft that will take commanders aloft and away from vulnerable land-based command posts. These airborne commanders will still have the ability to exercise command and control over their forces through airborne radio links with their individual units... or will they?
Today, it is common knowledge that sunspots (or increased solar activity) have substantial effects upon communications. This is due to increased disturbance of the electro-magnetic spectrum, the medium by which all radio communications travel.
A burst from a nuclear weapon at high altitude acts like a giant susnspot and will cause black-outs or distortions in most of the electro-magnetic spectrum. This effect is known as Electro-Magnetic Interference (EMI).
The effects of a nuclear burst can best be illustrated by a natural phenomenon we all take for granted. Messages are transmitted across oceans by bouncing radio waves off the upper part of the Earth's atmosphere, the ionosphere. The Sun, with its outpouring of nuclear-fueled energy, affects the ionosphere so considerably that during daylight hours the ionosphere sits substantially nearer to the Earth than at night. The Sun's eruptions excite atoms inside the ionosphere and causes their electrons to escape; the atmosphere becomes ionized—charged—and this acts as almost an impenetrable barrier to certain radio waves. An air-burst nuclear explosion creates the same effect.
Fortunately, Very High Frequency communications, which provide the basis for satellite communication, are not badly affected by EMI disturbance. That's good news.
The bad news is this: There is another aspect of a nuclear burst that does indeed affect, if not totally destroy, this vital satellite link. It is known as Electro-Magnetic Pulse (EMP) and was first observed just before the cessation of nuclear atmospheric tests in 1962. EMP is a wave front of electro-magnetic energy that emanates from a nuclear burst.
Throw a stone into a quiet pond and watch the ripple of water that results. EMP works on the same principle, though in three dimensions. If one explosion were high enough and strong enough, it would create a rippling EMP that would blanket the entire United States. It degrades communication by damaging the related support system.
Electronic equipments today is ultra-sensitive and works on voltages measured in thousandths of one volt. If only one volt of electromagnetic energy is induced, an entire computer can be knocked out, programs erased, receivers zapped...and the list goes on. The result could be complete equipment failure either on a permanent or temporary basis which would not be limited to communications, but may affect missile-guidance equipment, firing circuits, launchers, etc.
Protective measures
The protection of circuits against EMP and a similar phenomenon known as Transient Radiation Effect on Electronics is possible, but no one knows how effective these protective measures will be since atmosphere nuclear tests are no longer permitted and laboratories cannot possible create conditions that could properly test system size equipment. (A Defence Nuclear Agency fact sheet declares that, “it is not particularly difficult to shield against the effects of EMP.” What is particularly difficult, we discovered, is to find anyone at either the agency of the Pentagon who can substantiate this misleading report.)
Satellites are not protected against EMP, nor will it be possible to protect them in the foreseeable future. Hence, satellite communications, the primary means of communication deployed by the strategic forces, may be virtually wiped out by the first high-altitude 10-megaton burst. It can be said with confidence that less than 100 well-placed nuclear detonations can completely wipe out the strategic forces' ability to communicate (the Soviet Union's strategic warhead arsenal is estimated at 9,000).
Hamstring response
Soviet military strategists are well aware that one well-placed high-altitude nuclear explosion would wipe out between 40 to 70 per cent of all electromagnetic communication within the United States and dispatch a strong EMP over the entire country. This single tactic could effectively hamstring an American response to but a small trickle of retaliatory nuclear strikes.
That is precisely why the President cannot afford the luxury of waiting until a “confirmed” attack has taken place, but must push a button that might better remain untouched.
There have been recent breakthroughs, including the use of optic fibre communication, which it is thought will one day lead to protection from EMP. But these “advances” are at least 20 years away from operational use.
Recalling the scenario at the beginning of this article, you will note that vulnerable communications was not the sole thrust to disaster.
The situation described was taking place during a “crisis”. Recent history has proven that a time-tested communications system which operates perfectly during peacetime cannot be relied upon to do its job as well in a crisis situation.
The classic example occurred on June 6, 1967, when the U.S.S. Liberty was strafed, torpedoed and nearly sunk, with heavy casualties, by the Israeli Self Defenc Forces. The ship was under the direct authority of the National Security Agency (NSA), which shares a communications system with the National Command Authority.
The military uses what is termed Emergency Action Messages (EAM) to relay to its combat units vital information, including war and nuclear release orders.
On the morning of June 6, 1967, NSA became aware that the Israelis might attack the Liberty; the communications vessel was spying on Israeli advances into Egypt. At least three hours before the attack, NSA sent an EAM to the Liberty via the prescribed high-priority communication channel. This emergency warning to “move off” was never received by the ship. Nor were two other EAMs which followed. The first ended up on the Philippines, another in North Africa, and the third God know where else. The result—34 lives lost and one U.S. naval vessel out of service, permanently.
More incidents
Why? No one really knows, or at least is not saying. And all this happened in a clear, pure, untainted electromagnetic environment free of Electro-Magnetic-Interference.
Within two years there were two more incidents involving vital communications failures during a crisis: The North Koreans captured the U.S.S. Pueblo and shot down an EC 121, a U.S. spy aircraft.
Although exhaustive attempts have been made to upgrade communications during a crisis situation, a vast amount of evidence remains that what works well in peacetime falls apart when the going gets tough.
For the rest of this decade and the next, the vulnerability of Command, Control and Communications, compounded by a crisis situation, could be the catastrophic prescription for accidental nuclear war.

Friday, September 2, 2011


This appeared in the (UK) Sunday People on May 4th, 1986

Terror plan to 'smash the rich scum and their lackeys'

THE angry Brigade is back. The ruthless anarchists who brought terror to Britain more than a decade ago are manipulating an ultra-left plot to turn out cities into bloodbaths.

The sinister network of fanatical anarchists are motivated solely by a desire to destroy, to maim and to sabotage.

They are bent on whipping up a nationwide hate campaign which will erupt with a summer of riots.

Their evil intent is summed up in this chilling warning. “We fight the cops with all our strength with bricks and petrol bombs, we maim them and kill them because we hate them.”

The anarchists hope there will be an explosion of violence to mark Prince Andrew's marriage to Sarah Ferguson on July 23.

As the Sunday Mirror revealed last week, the underground newspaper Class War showed a photo of the couple under the sick headline Better Dead Than Wed.


And an activist told us: “We would be over the moon if there were riots on the day of the Royal wedding.”

The Sunday Mirror has infiltrated several anarchist movements and we have uncovered their plot to join forces in a campaign of violence.

MI5 believe Angry Brigade urban guerillas are playing a sinister behind-the-scene role in the plot.

They have close links with terror groups abroad.

And they are also closely linked to the shadowy world of British anarchists.

The most active of the British cells is Class War whose driving force is former punk musician Ian Bone, 38.

Their charter states: “Together we can do our bit to smash the rich scum and their state, courts armies and lackeys.”

Class War has close ties with VIRUS, a communist-anarchist group who publish a paper called The Enemy Within.

The winter issue says: “Virus gives a welcome to the burning and looting...take it, it's yours! Burn it, it's rotten!”


A journal called Crowbar in Brixton, South London, offers advice on how to commit sabotage.

And BLACK FLAG, also based in Brixton, are thought to be linked with a Belgian terror group.

The Bristol-based group ACAB--which stands for All Coppers Are Bastards--call on their followers to attack expensive cars.

Their leaders often visit Ian Bone at his council flat in Hackney, North-East London.

This is the main way that informal links are made between British anarchist cells.

Intelligence chiefs know that most of the groups were active during the riots last year in Brixton and Tottenham.

They are likely to be the flashpoints again this year.

One police officers warned that anarchists might also start riots in other areas of London at the same time.


SECURITY chiefs are alarmed at the close cooperation between the Angry Brigade and terror organisations in Europe.

And our inquiries revealed that a meeting was held in London last year between leading UK anarchists and the Belgium terror group, CCC, the Cellules Communists Combattantes.

The CCC are linked with West Germany's Red Army Faction and with the ultra-Left French group Action Directe.

Intelligence services are now concerned that European expertise will lead to terrorists in Britain becoming more and more sophisticated.

A former police chief said: “The Angry Brigade has always had strong continental connections—that will continue to be the case.”