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Old October 27th 03, 12:04 PM
Mark Keith
 
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(Keke Goldfeller) wrote in message . com...
I hesitate to report this because of the heaps of ridicule and scorn
that will surely follow, but this is one warrior who refuses to shrirk
his duty! Anyway I spotted Timothy McVeigh coming out of a truck stop
on the Ohio Turnpike Sunday afternoon. It was obvious that he had
received some cosmetic surgery but not enough to disguise his tell
tale thin oblong face and distinctive eyes and teeth. He was being
escorted by two males dressed in black business suits and sun glasses.
I passed them as they were entering the diner and I was leaving.
Immediately upon recognizing him I blurted out loud "OH MY GOD IT'S
TIM McVEIGH!" Which I immediately regretted doing because it alerted
his escorts. Long story short, the party of three marched smartly past
me without acknowledgement into the diner. However they apparently
lost their appetites and exited within minutes of entering. Without
regard to my own safety I bravely sat in my car observing them as they
briskly walked to a black sedan with tinted windows. Seeing them
leaving I immediately leaped out and yelled "HEY YOU!". Upon seeing me
again Tim gave me a look that can only be described as a plea of "HELP
ME PLEASE!" He was then quickly thrust into the back seat of the sedan
and it sped away at a high rate of speed. I couldn't help but notice
one of the escorts hand inside his suit coat as he glared at me, yes a
gun no doubt. Nonetheless, putting my fear of dying aside I attempted
to give chase but was cut off by a 16 wheeler. There would be no
heroics today, they escaped my grasp. Just wanted to put out a
"heads-up" to those of you in the eastern US which is the direction
they were traveling. Probably headed for the Washington D.C. area,
Langley, Virginia perhaps? Isn't that where the CIA is headquartered?
*SMIRK*
Without Apology I am,
Keke Goldfeller


Somewhere on a quiet shady hill, in the deep woods of Ohio, there is
an institution that houses a rubber room with your name on it. When
you finally find and gain admittance to this lovely resort, please do
us a favor and do not spit out the medication that is given you. With
time, and the proper medication, it's possible your condition could
improve.

Without Apology I really am,
Julio Proctor Lopez
"The Disco King"