The following will probably go no further, but is beautiful as it is.
"Whitey" is one of many personalities lurking in the vast brooding intelligence responsible for such masterpieces as APOSTROPHE NOW and BLEAK LAD.
Whitey and alter egos appear courtesy of Scambaiters Equity.
Featuring:
Mr: Mohamed Khadar Merican - scammer du jour
Whitey Bulger - look him up
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Mr: Mohamed Khadar Merican
12/19/2011 khadarmohamed1@rediffmail.com Greetings. As you read this, don't feel sorry for me, because it is the destiny of everyman to die someday. I am Mr. Mohamed Khadar Merican , a naturalized Briton by birth and a business merchant based in the United Kingdom. I have been diagnosed with Esophageal cancer. It has defiled all forms of medical treatment, and right now I have only about a few months to live, according to medical experts. I regret that I have not particularly lived my life so well, as I never really cared for anyone (not even myself), but my trade. I believe that when I am given a second chance to come to this world, I would live my life a different way from how I have lived it. Now that death is eminent, I have willed and given most of my belonging to immediate and extended family members, as well as a few close friends. I want God to be merciful to me and accept my soul. Hence I have decided to support charity work; this is what i want to be remembered for. So far. The last of my belonging which no one knows of, is the huge deposit of Eight Million US dollars ($8, 000, 000, 00) that I have in a safe keeping company abroad, which I will want you to secure and bestow to charity organizations.
Please endeavor to reply me via email: mohamedmerican.khadaramer@gazeta.pl The above is a typical Cancer Letter. But you knew that. Whitey Bulger
Sent: 12/19/2011 Oh, don't worry, I don't feel sorry for you at all. I myself have only months to live, so I understand your quiet acceptance of your fate. Very admirable. As I prepare to meet my end I'm cleaning up as many of the messes I've made as I possibly can. It's for this reason that I've decided to turn myself into the police and confess my numerous acts of fraud. I hope that you will understand my impulse to do this. I've abused peoples' trust and stolen their money without any qualms whatever, living the high life on the life savings of people who suddenly find themselves without a penny as they face their old age. Only as I approach my death do I begin to understand the heinous nature of my crimes, and feel the urge to make amends for them. I have accumulated a large amount of money, hidden away in various locations across the US, and hope to use this money to repay to some small extent the people I've cheated. If you were able to travel, I'd tell you where the money is and see that you had access to it in the hope that you'd distribute it among my victims, but as you, too, are tottering on the brink of the grave, I suppose I'll have to find someone else. Pity. I am not certain of the total amount of money, but I know it approaches 6 or 7 million dollars, maybe more. Please let me know if you feel well enough to reach the United States and meet with me to help make amends to my poor victims. Thank you, Whitey Bulger. |