I swear this is something out of a bad Nicholas Cage “National Treasure” sequel.  I’m going to call today Trival Lawsuit Thursday because between this and the story about the drunken train tracks dude, I don’t know which is worse.  My friends this is attention whoring at it’s finest.  Did they ever stop and think that maybe a “secret” (how the fuck is it secret if everyone knows about it and who is in it?) organization would make up different names for items they are talking about in a letter?  It’s called talking in code.  When you rob a bank and you talk to your co-conspirators, you don’t title an email “How are we splitting the money we stole?”  Then on top of that, they include President Barack Obama in the list of defendents…in order to show they are serious.  WTF? If they were serious, they would have gotten some spears, some bows and arrows, hopped on a few horses and stormed the damn crypt where this stuff is supposedly being stored.  I mean really…if someone had my great great great granddaddy’s skull and were using it for some weird strange (possibly sexual) rituals, I’d get a couple of my homies and we’d ride on those bammas.  I will say that I think I now know how to come up with some quick cash:  I’m going to sue.  As Ryce told me earlier today, I get drunk and bruise myself up all the time.  Next time I’m suing a building for putting that step there and not warning me about it before I bust my ass.  Or, in cases like this, I’m going to sue some old rich white person for my great great granddaddy’s back pay from when he was a slave.

Come on people…let’s wake the fuck up.