What Comets, Stars, and Moons are all about

Yesterday I received a bizarre letter in the mail postmarked from Monterey Bay, Calif. The letter is less of a “letter” then it is an archived Bush speech from 2006 with highlighter dots all over it and a second page of pull quotes intended to show the inconsistencies between what the President said then regarding September 11, 2001 and what he said at other times. There is no name or return address on the letter or envelope which was sent to me “c/o” dane101.com. If sending this letter was intended to make me go “hmmm, maybe there is a government level conspiracy regarding September 11″ the sender seriously failed.

1) I worked at a newspaper in Connecticut during the anthrax scares and once covered an incident at Eastern Connecticut State University where a letter containing white powder had arrived at the admissions office. If there is one area of the United States government where I ooze gallons of national pride, it is in regards to our postal system. People shouldn’t be afraid of the postal system.

2) I need a little bit of context. Highlighter marks tell me nothing about what you are actually trying to say. You are welcome to be anonymous, although I do take issue with individuals who are afraid to “own their words,” but some actual context would be fantastic.

3) Dane101 doesn’t really do government conspiracies. We are dedicated to Madison and the Dane County region of Wisconsin. We dabble in politics, but it needs to be Wisconsin focused.

4) I’m not going to do your work for you. Sending me printouts of newspaper articles and speeches is great and all, but unless you can provide me with something substantial, like a government document or a source, I’m not going to write your article for you. Send me something substantive and that I can’t find on 100 conspiracy blogs, then we will talk.

5) Now I’m paranoid that I need to stock up on iodine pills and BioThrax.

I’m essentially writing this post so in case my guts start to melt sometime in the next week and I die the authorities know to look on my apartment’s breakfast bar for a letter postmarked “Monterey Bay, Calif.”

Sweet.