To : info@stevewhitney.com From : GodHimselff@eircom.net Re : Why me? While trying to find fart jokes on the internet to tell my son, Jesus, i came across your site, and let me just say, you got it all wrong buddy. You're crazy. Signed God. To : GodHimselff@eircom.net From : Steve@stevewhitney.com Re: Reply I feel sorry for you, you must suffer a lot to want to escape from reality so much that you'll actually permit yourself to believe you are our lord, God. We can help, you should first seek some professional psychiological help first, my child, then you should contact us and we can supply you with all the information you need. You can subscribe to our newsletter via our website, and you can contact us after that via telephone, fax or e-mail, we'll be waiting with a bag of salvation, with you name on it brother, for your call. We are, of course, a non-profit organisation, but we are not exempt to costs, please donate what you can. Enlightenedly Yours Steve Whitney COMMENT FROM WEBSITE : Not only is it bad enough to get an e-mail from yourself, but to be insulted too, ugh. To : Steve@stevewhitney.com From : GodHimselff@eircom.net Re : Listen buddy Okay, I'd like to point out a few errors in your e-mail: You don't feel sorry for me, I didn't escape from reality I made my own, I am your lord, God, First you call me your child, then your brother, I don't know where you come from but around here that sort of family is frowned upon, I have all the information I need thank you very much. You can piss in your salvation bag. Oh and for a god-man you sure are fucking judgemental, now will you please learn to ignore junk mail. Signed God To : GodHimselff@eircom.net From : Steve@stevewhitney.com Re : Halt Your Precedings Dear stray, you are lost, please halt your actions against us, we only meant well, should you find it in your heart to donate as much as you can to our church we would be grateful. Enlightenedly yours Steve Whitney COMMENT FROM WEBSITE : So i did halt my proceedings, after I e-mailed them 1mb files 500 times, for no pariticular reason, 50 times each from 10 e-mail addressess, a boring afternoon. I hate enlightened people you know that.