This week's Princeton bomb threat was a dud, as most are. The packages contained "inert powder," which brought back the great Anthrax Panic of 01, when tactical teams were called in to blow up boxes of powdered donuts. Crafty terrorist thinking: we destroy their faith in the sanctity of break-room confections, and their morale will collapse. I'm not saying they were right, but you'll notice Krispy Kreme's nowhere to be found.
At least you know the al-Qaeda rationale: death to America, et cetera. But what possibly prompted the miscreants in Princeton? Picture them sitting around playing Halo:
"I'm bored."
"Me too."
"We could read some 19th century literature and then compare notes on how the novel has changed to adopt to different social conditions."
"Maybe, but what can we do in the meantime?"
(Long pause)
"We could make some fake bombs and put them around town."
