And Then There's The 89% Thriller

clipped from tank.nationalreview.com It comes on the heels of this Atlantic Monthly story, which describes how "Oleg Vladimirovich Khintsagov, a slightly built, 49-year-old auto mechanic, got out of bed in the ramshackle house he shared with relatives in Nogir, a working-class-village-turned-suburb just a few miles inside Russia’s border . . ." and attempted to sell 100 grams of highly enriched uranium to a "Muslim from a 'serious organization.'" Luckily, the buyer was an undercover agent. The disturbing part?  The uranium Khintsagov sought to sell was "more than 89 percent pure, a level that the U.S. testing report described as 'suitable for . . . military purposes including nuclear weapons.'”

A sane person would spit up their coffee upon reading this. Did you? Are you paying attention?

Welcome to the Tinfoil Apocalypse...