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Sunday, October 28, 2001
To the woman in the elevator who rode down with me a few hours ago on my way out: how paranoid and/or stupid are you that you would ask me with a serious and worried look on your face whether the envelope I was holding in my hand was an anthrax letter? Are you that brainwashed by the media that any envelopes you see that aren't yours you automatically think are "anthrax letters"? The only reason why I didn't say yes was that I figured anyone dumb enough to ask me that question would probably not be able to tell that I was mocking your lack of intelligence, and would most likely run to the police to tell them someone in the building is sending anthrax letters and get me arrested.
Posted by Keith @ 06:04 PM ·
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