Boy! Are these people nuts, or what? Terrorists don't go around looking like Terrorists. Wake up and smell the Poppies my friends. Here in the key town of Quilcene, hidden from the eyes of America, are dozens of Terrorists. They dress and act like unemployed loggers and fishermen. But I watch them sitting around all day at the Logger's Landing, plotting and planning over cups of hot coffee laced with God only knows what drugs.
They laugh with wide open mouths, dropping egg and toast down the front of their shirts. They slap one another on the backside, obviously a very Gay group of Terrorists, and they pile into old broken down trucks and roar off to do God knows what.
If you don't believe me just look over your shoulders. Someone is watching you, even as we speak. Sure, a few of them wrap their heads with towels to mislead us, but the real Terrorists have been sneaking into our Land for years.
...I must close now...someone is standing outside my office window, staring in at me. He looks like my neighbor, an out of work logger...
Curious Carl
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