Ted visited by FBI
Posted: August 30th, 2004 | Author: ted | Filed under: Uncategorized | 4 Comments »
Yes, that’s right. The FBI came a-calling this evening. They asked for me. They asked if I remembered the anthrax investigation from 2001. I asked, “In Washington?” They answered affirmatively. They then produced a photo copy of an envelope with my return address sticker in the corner and addressed to George W. Bush, Murder-in-Chief etc, etc in my handwriting. They didn’t mention what the address or letter said but then asked me a series of innane questions about pre-franked envelopes (the kind where the stamp is pre-printed, which this was). They asked me where I bought it and if it came in a package and of how many and if I buy that type of envelope often. I didn’t remember even buying that one, let alone any like it before or since. They asked if I had any from that batch left in my house. I said I couldn’t ever even remember seeing one like that so I highly doubted it. That was it. No pressure. No intimidation. They seemed rather incompetent to me, actually.
That’s pretty interesting, Ted. They…two or twenty? Did the “conversation” allow you to ask what they were investigating? Do you have a copy of the letter? When did you mail the letter (like near or around October 2001)?
Two. I didn’t think to ask more about why they were investigating these envelopes but they told me that much. It was about the anthrax thing and my envelope was the same kind as those used in the attacks. I don’t have a copy of the letter and cannot remember what I was so upset about that I addressed it that way. I have no idea when I mailed it but they told me my letter was mailed around the same time as the attacks.
Murder-in-Chief?
Everybody know: No matter how mad you are, you ALWAYS get some other schmuck to send the letter so that it is their handwriting.
Plausible deniability is important; plausible blameability is jugular.
YOU can always blame me, Teddy!! No problem. With my mental health status even the FBI understand.
I suppose I was feverish and thought we had freedom of speech or something. My bad.