A Personal Letter from
From: "Mr.Timothy Geithner."
I am Timothy Geithner, Secretary of the United States National Treasury.The United Nations has given me an Instruction also with the World Bank to release the sum of $5miilion into your Bank Account in a Legal way hence the below documents are provided. That is why I have contacted you. The United States Department of Justice, The Attorney Eric H. Holder Jr will get some documents for you which will be necessary and required during the Cost of transfer of funds into your bank account.
Please provide me with the needed information which will be used for the processing of the paper works by the Attorney in charge.
Complete Residential Address & Age...........
Direct Telephone No & Fax.............................
Legal Occupation and Position..........................
Address of Occupation............................
Please get back to me as soon as possible the president has been on Tour ensuring that all treasury's beneficiaries receives their legal payment been issued to them, so try as much as you can and make sure you get the legal papers ready so that it can be signed on his arrival to Your state so you can be paid on time.--- Thanks and God Bless you
Executive Secretary United States Treasury
Department Main Treasury
1500 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW
Washington, D.C. 20220
§ § §Dear Mr. Geithner:
I am as pleased as punch that you will --- after all these years --- rewarding me so generously for my many many contributions to your Treasury Department. May I say, without any rancor whatsoever, that it is about time that you came to the aid of us geezers who have been contributing so faithfully to your Department and our country right or wrong.
In my own case, as your records will show, you began receiving payments from me when I took my first job as a "soda jerk" in a Rexall drugstore just up from my house in the old part of Muncie, Indiana. Between the banana splits and chocolate creme pies, I was in love with Marcie Goosling, a sweet and tender red-head who I'm sure you would have liked bussing (if not bustling) as much as I did in those heady days of 1950.
Alas, I didn't marry my sweetheart as I was supposed to but instead went off to protect my country from the Communists of Korea where (again as your records will show) I served faithfully for three years and came back more or less in one piece.
Fortunately when I returned to Muncie, I was taken in hand by my uncle Hermann who ran an auto repair shop and soon I was a mechanic and could fix anything that came down the pike. Still can for that matter, if you have a 1956 Plymouth coupe with whitewalls if you'd like me to look over I'd do it just for the joy of doing it and getting my hands dirty if you know what I mean.
I figure if I added up all I contributed to you and your treasury department in withholdings --- starting with $9.57/wk when I was working for Uncle Hermann, getting up to over $3,500/year when I finally retired, it would show something like $100,000+ of withholdings from me over the past fifty years. Money that might have stayed with me has been sent off to help you keep Bank of America, Goldman Sachs, JPMorgan Chase, Morgan Stanley, Citibank, and American International Group from going bust in the last few years. I hope they appreciate what you did for them. I am sure that Bank of America, especially, would be put out if you had let it disappear from the face of the earth like Lehmann. For one thing, if B of A was no longer here who would there be to remind me every week if not every couple of days that I am so far behind on my credit card payments to them and that it grieves them mightily to have to stiff me with another $45 late fee on my account with them. Just blame it in my wife Joellen who thinks we have to still help our four grown kids and our thirteen noisy grandchildren. For your information, three of our children have houses that are in the language of the times underwater, waterboarded no doubt by those self-same people who ran Citibank et al into the ground as they got bonuses for their good works. You really did us a service by bailing out those idiots, Tim. Welfare for the rich, I say. Thanks, Tim.
Well, that is about all there is to tell you. I await with bated breath the $5,000,000 you promised me today although I hope it comes sooner rather than later. One of the distractions of a house underwater filled with children is that the children eventually come to live with you so they don't drown. (Or rather, 'live with me: I' don't see them arriving on your doorstep anytime soon). There are several of them underfoot even as we speak, one of them (Michael, I think, or is it Bobby?) is letting me have the use of a half an old orange slice by trying to shove it up my nose.
Hurry with that check, Tim. We are getting older faster than we ever thought possible.--- Yours in (and out of) the chips,