A man can stand up. A man can fight. A man can throw off the ties that bind. A man can liberate himself from the oppression that grips his society.
A man can blow up a traffic camera.
Too long have we labored under the authoritarian gaze of our government. Too long have we paid our tolls and stopped at stoplights in fear of the silent menace watching us from above. This is autocracy. Our license plates catalogue us like internment-camp tattoos; the post office catches us surer than the police.
Show a little admiration for the man who rattles at the bars of our cage. Show a little reverence for the gall, for the cunning, for the skill it takes to turn your van around, pull over, rig explosives, and shower the oppressing machine into the night sky.
Britain leads the world in video surveillance, but who can doubt America will follow? Our roads grow more congested, our country shrinks a little every day. Let us take a lesson from this. Let us find within ourselves the courage to explode, to detonate our anger in the cause of freedom, to save ourselves before it is too late. Let us break the bonds of tyrrany with pyrotechnic rage.
The Clandestine Panda Service 
I’ve tried being a bad-ass before, and it’s really scary.
You could probably do it, though, if you used the combined pyrotechnic powers of your moped, a leather jacket, a Macgyveresque concoction of chewing gum and duct tape, and SHARK WEEK.
Sounds like a blast.
*cue pun-hazard klaxon*
I imagine that the pun-hazard klaxon sounds a lot like Lisa groaning.
I wonder if this means that someone will blow up the facebook to try and keep everyone from knowing what they wrote on someone’s wall. But if their IQ is on par with that of this Craig Moore character, they’d probably try to accomplish the task by logging on to facebook and then blowing up their computer.