I thought I'd share....

....an email from a friend who just moved to Florida. I'm not sure what they are doing to him.

My job is fun because it's like acting, and the part I

play is of an enthusiastic corporate employee.  I

smile and act really cheerful all day and have a big

shit-eating grin on my face all the time, this must be

how those mass murderers feel before they go crazy and

shoot up their office.  Only they're not the actors

that I am and I hope to at least get into middle

management before I have to do something like that, I

don't want to waste my time ending the lives of

pathetic wage slaves like me, I want a shot at a CEO.



Still I think about doing stuff like buying a bunch of

fake moustaches and wearing them into work like I did

at the video store, although I've no idea how that

sort of thing would go over here.  I test the limits

to an extent, for instance this week I was assigned to

use the computer that demonstrates to the class how

all the stuff we are learning is done.  We're playign

with dummy credit card accounts so nothing we type in

matters, whether I change someone's name to Batman or

write that they make 20,000 a year in supplementary

income from organ thievery and are hence eligible for

a credit line increase, it's fun to see the awkward

look on the trainer's face as he reads this stuff out

to the class and then makes me change it.



I have no doubt that starting tommorow, someone else

will be using the demonstration computer.



I'm looking for an apartment in the city, it's really

nice there, much nicer than this place I am living

now.  It's like it's not even the south, in fact

people in the city make fun of southerners for some

reason, as though they think they're different.  It's

like when I lived in NY and there would be the

occasional native New Yorker who would have

confederate flags on their car.  There was a guy like

that in high school who would tell our Jewish art

teacher about how the south was going to rise again

and get rid of minorities.  Where the hell do they get

this stuff?



Sometimes I hear voices in the night.  I wake up in

bed and I can't move and I hear them all around me.  I

know for a fact that the FBI has placed bugs in my

room, my family pretends they don't know what is

happening but really they do.  They have a

transmission device that puts thoughts into my head

-that I know I did not have there before!!- I think

that the NSA is trying to find out who is coming into

my room.  Sometimes they talk about children, but who

on Earth would hurt a child, what kind of sick

monster?  Their experiments are only more indication

of the further extent that this country is being

coopted by a demonic presence.  I don't know if this

line is being tapped but tell others.  If you don't

hear from me then I expect I have been taken to

Washington to testify before a congressional

subcommittee about the nature of the threat against

the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.  They know that if I die

then they have lost their only evidence of what is

happening to this world right under our noses.



All my love,

Florida.

Why did he have to go there?