Momnesia

Just Because You're Paranoid, Don't Mean They're Not After You

So, an update on the previously discussed situation with Arnold and Michelle Vann:

The morning after their comments in the online chat room, which I would post but it would be super long, I made an appointment to speak with the customer relations coordinator and the manager of customer service at the 8th Street Post Office here in Augusta. I explained our suspicions, gave them a copy of the chat log along with the website address where the radio program could be found. They said they'd get back to me.

When I gave my boss a copy of the chat (my appointment was during work hours and he writes about the this couple more than they deserve), he was more concerned with the comments made by a man who goes by Brother X, who claims to be a member of the Black Panther Party. In his comments, he recommends firebombing Scott. He also makes a number of disturbing racial comments - oh, and he says he'll be in the area soon.

Well, that doesn't make me feel all shiny and happy.

So my boss recommended that I stop what I was working on and draft letters to the postmaster general, all congressional representatives (since the PMG is a political appointee), the website on which the this couple runs their radio show, and that site's web host. They are in violations of the site's terms of service, and of the host's terms of service. So I drop my bite feature and get to work on those letters, managing to contact the radio website at 12:18 p.m., e-mailing the letter and all documentation to them. They said they're reviewing it all.

At 2 p.m. that day, our doorbell rang. It was the postman, and contrary to popular belief, he does not ring twice. Scott didn't feel comfortable answering the door, so he ignored it, thinking that if there were a package to be delivered, we could just pick it up at the post office and avoid any face-to-face interaction. Instead, the postman rang the doorbell for a solid five minutes, Scott says, refusing to leave because he saw Scott's car in the driveway. It's kind of hard to miss, covered as it is in radio station stickers and antennae.

After he left, Scott went out on the porch to check the mail. A couple of bills and a party invitation. No sticky note notifying us of a package. So why was he ringing the doorbell? He's never, in the year he's been our postman, rung our doorbell.

(sigh) This is so stupid.
And yet, kind of frightening.