Maybe this is a hot take, but I watch and read all kinds of crazy stuff. Learning how to make a bomb should be accessable to everyone, although not necessarily the tools to do so. I’m a firm believer in freedom of information, and I find the idea of preventing people from learning whatever they want to be no different from book banning.

Besides, if they’re willing to learn how to make a bomb for malicious reasons, then they are dedicated and clever enough to research. As such, there are countless, far more destructive paths they could pursue. If you want to disrupt an entire town, you don’t bomb city hall. You plant thermite(not a bomb and incredibly easy to make) on the water tower. If you want to disrupt a city, you isolate viruses using a $15 home crispr starting kit and use random uv mutations to move it towards being more deadly and infectious, because you presumably don’t know how to gene edit using that $15 kit(which is also incredibly easy, but very tedious. If you can pipette, you have all the physical skills required).

My point being that the idea that this information isn’t safe to be made public falls flat, because the internet enables significantly more destructive information to be available to everyone. The best way to conquer your fears is by understanding them. Now instead of an irrational fear of bombs, you understand the exact mechanics of the bombs and have the knowledge of when to have a rational fear of them.

I fear I did a poor job explaining, so let me give you an example: what do you think would happen if a nuclear missile was ACCIDENTLY DROPPED onto your house? What do you think would happen to your neighbors? The wording here is very important.

what do you think would happen if a nuclear missile was ACCIDENTLY DROPPED onto your house? What do you think would happen to your neighbors? The wording here is very important.

since you didn’t say armed nuclear missile, i’m picturing donnie darko. i’m sitting in bed. i get smushed by a nuclear missile that does not go boom because it was not told to go boom. then the air force comes over, police tapes my house, steals my weed and my collection of vintage lacy underthings, also knocks over my spoon collection for fun, then leaves. my widow has a puddle of me, the splinters of a bed, a hole in the roof and a spoon collection to clean up and doesn’t even get to keep a nuclear weapon. what a country.