| From: legal@trephination.net To: John Christopher <sunoljc@yahoo.com.au> What a coincidence! I was just sending out a similar letter to Australian politicians. I'll bet you the transmission out of my 1978 Ford Fiesta that I get more replies and better results than you do. Dear (politician) I wish to bring to your attention a very disturbed individual that poses a major threat to Australian security and sovereignty as a nation that isn't full of half gnomish bastard lunatics. His name is John Sunol, and I suspect him of plotting terrorist activities as well as actively participating in the creation, distribution and participation in child pornography rings. You may have already heard of John Sunol and have most likely heard from him since he hacks out incoherent emails faster than a rabid pack of badgers running across a series of daisy chained keyboards could. You've probably already tried to comprehend the emails he sends and dismissed them as being written in some foreign language that you don't understand like French or Caveman, but don't underestimate John Sunol for one moment, because I suspect that he is also a cannibal and would have no problem killing you and eating your tasty buttocks if you ever had the misfortune of meeting him face to face. Ever since suffering from an accident in 1994 where he fell into a large vat of industrial waste, John has been horribly disfigured and believes that God, leprechauns and the vermin that infest his home speak to him. John was committed to an insane asylum but soon after escaped by speaking to one of the guards so long that he committed suicide. Since then John has waged a tireless battle against homosexuals at the request of a rat that's been living inside of his urine stained pillow. The reasons for this plot are something that only the rat can understand and he has manipulated John into being his doughy harbinger of doom and whipping bitch in the sadistic BSDM gams they play together. In attempts to further his masters goals John has committed bank and welfare fraud under the guise of attending various if not all universities in Australia when in fact his degrees are actually rudimentary forgeries of failed color by number drawings or simply blank pieces of pink construction paper. John felt that these forged documents would be sufficient to get him a prestigious job in marketing, however John's obvious lack of anything resembling verbal skills is to say the least, glaringly obvious. Today John drives a taxi, usually into trees and lakes, because he failed the drivers test 117 times and permanently barred from ever legally obtaining a drivers license. To this point John's plans for the eradication of homosexuals have been unsuccessful and aside from the his attempt to create a nationwide ham shortage by eating it all, have gone almost unnoticed. But I warn you, sooner or later his verminous masters could unleash a heinous plot that could actually cause widespread destruction such as having John lay on his side and roll down the street crushing homes, cars, mailboxes and anything else unfortunate enough to find itself trapped in the path of John's blubber. I urge you to quickly lock this menace to society back up in whatever zoo he escaped from so that we may observe his bizarre antics in safety before a great tragedy befalls us all.
Sincerely,
Dr. Captain Lionel Agustus Hand Sr., III, PHD, RN, MD, LLC, Inc., Association of the Confederated States, BBS Grad Cert Elvis C. Q47~U#RRP!^ :-{, Crackers |