And now, for some actual foilhattery:
Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 12:10 pm
This forum has plenty of political discussion, but very little actual insanity. Allow me to help:
Found tied to the trunk of a cottonwood tree (they're quite poplar) in Liberty Park, Salt Lake City, March 29: an advertisement soliciting the services of a typist, to transcribe the author's 500 page handwritten book
for him or her.
The lower section explains that the book contains "many proofs" of how vitamin and mineral supplements and "fortified" foods are killing "our parents, our children, and our selves." So far, maybe a bit fringe-y, but nothing too outlandish. Then comes the part about humans living forever. It was about halfway down this page that my wife said, "You know, I don't think this guy is really looking for a typist at all..."
I can only assume that, if you were to leave your contact information on the attached pad of paper
as requested, the author would inform you that "they" are out to get him or her, in order to suppress these proofs. This would explain why, instead of taking out a Craigslist ad like your average paranoid schizophrenic, he or she saw fit to tie a manifesto to a tree trunk.
I suppressed the urge to leave my e-mail address on the pad, after deciding that I like my kidneys right where they are. Wifey, ever helpful, pulled a marker out of her purse and made a few spelling fixes, though.

Found tied to the trunk of a cottonwood tree (they're quite poplar) in Liberty Park, Salt Lake City, March 29: an advertisement soliciting the services of a typist, to transcribe the author's 500 page handwritten book

The lower section explains that the book contains "many proofs" of how vitamin and mineral supplements and "fortified" foods are killing "our parents, our children, and our selves." So far, maybe a bit fringe-y, but nothing too outlandish. Then comes the part about humans living forever. It was about halfway down this page that my wife said, "You know, I don't think this guy is really looking for a typist at all..."
I can only assume that, if you were to leave your contact information on the attached pad of paper

I suppressed the urge to leave my e-mail address on the pad, after deciding that I like my kidneys right where they are. Wifey, ever helpful, pulled a marker out of her purse and made a few spelling fixes, though.
