Suspect in Ricin Mailings Saw Something Nasty In The Woodshed

So it turns out that Paul Kevin Curtis, the Tupelo, Mississippi, guy arrested yesterday for (allegedly) sending letters containing ricin to President Obama and to Sen. Roger Wicker, is areal piece of work. It would appear that, in addition to urging Ted Nugent to run for President and worrying that the liberal media covering up the shocking truth about nekkid photos of Barack Obama's mother, Mr. Curtis was seriously cheesed off that no one ever took his Personal Conspiracy Theory seriously. The most complete version of his story can be found in a rambling 2007 post to the consumer fraud website "Ripoff Report," in which he tells a tale of being fired and harassed after finding a "refrigerator full of body parts" in a Tupelo hospital. Now we just need to figure out how the Cigarette Smoking Man fits into all this.

The hints of skullduggery start in the first paragraph, which says that the hospital, North Mississippi Medical Center, merely "fronts itself as a 'not-for-profit' charity hospital" -- though Curtis leaves it to the reader to suss out what the hospital is a "front" for (black market organ smuggling, duh). After a bit of self-promotion about how he ran such a super-awesome cleaning service that the local paper even wrote him up, Curtis gets to the first hint of dark doings at the hospital:

After about a year and a half of employment, I questioned management about unfair employment practices & work ethics involving Hispanics, who did not speak English working excessive hours & off the clock each day, while non-hispanic's were being sent home and/or written up for not having his/her "nametag".

Maybe he is complaining that the hispanic's were exploited victim's here, but it look's like he think's the white's were. Not to mention the innocent apostrophe's. But the true horror is yet to be revealed! After cleaning a morgue where the floor drain had backed up ("Unthinkable things washed back up through the drainage system"), he became thirsty, and looked in an ordinary-looking refrigerator to see if there was maybe a bottle of water or something. Cue the Bernard Hermann music here!

I opened the dor to a small refrigerator located to the right of the autopsy table. I assumed I might find some water or anything to drink as I was dehydrated.

What I discovered, changed my life forever! There were dismembered body parts & organs wrapped in plastic. A leg, an arm, a hand, a foot, hearts, lungs, tissue, eyes and even a severed human head! I guess I was in a state of shock when I rushed out of the morgue because a physician asked me "What's wrong"?

I told him exactly what I had seen & asked him what they did with so many body parts? He looked very strange & did not answer me. Instead, wrote something down on a piece of paper. I suddenly became a prime "person of interest" where my every move was watched & video-taped.

After this Shocking Discovery, everything changed. He was surrounded by security guards -- at a discreet distance, of course. But they were everywhere. And suddenly, because this is just how technology works, "I could hear video camera's zooming in on me as I walked down the hallways that night." Yes. The cameras were so loud he could hear them. And of course, the very next day, he was summoned to an office, "questioned by men I had never met in my life" (he doesn't say they were wearing dark glasses, but you just know they were), and "asked to sign several false documents stating I was in an area of the NMMC that I was not authorized to be in." (He bravely refused. We would like to think he might have thrown the pen across the room, too.) After this act of defiance, he tried to speak to the hospital CEO, but before reaching his office, Curtis was seized by security officers, handcuffed, and escorted from the hospital "in front of all of my friends and co-workers" (who were, presumably, assembled to see his humiliation).

Like any Little Guy Who's Stumbled Onto A Vast Conspiracy, Curtis then got to work -- cue the Research Montage! -- and found out just what a rotten den of thieves and crime the so-called "charity hospital" was. For instance, he "discovered thousands of lawsuits" had been filed against NMMC. Imagine! Lawsuits! Filed against a hospital -- in this day and age? It is truly a shocker! And yet Curtis's efforts to bring this perfidy to public notice were rebuffed by the politicians, the judicial system, and the press.

Still worse, he found out what happens when you go up against the Man:

3 Years of research lead to countless court battles, cops harassing me weekly, death threats, personal & financial losses, several thefts, my home burned down, car exploded, marriage dissolved & bankruptcy. You can imagine how helpless I felt the day I found out my attorney dropped my case & represented the very hospital I filed suit against?

Betrayal everywhere! Even from the Highest Places!

I sent letters to State Representative Roger Wicker, Senator Trent Lott and Thad Cochran. I never heard a word from anyone. I even ran into Roger Wicker several different times while performing at special banquets and fundraisers in northeast, Mississippi but he seemed very nervous while speaking with me and would make a fast exit to the door when I engaged in conversation leading up to my case against NMMC.

We can't possibly imagine why a politician would be the least bit put off by some random guy getting in his face and ranting about refrigerators full of body parts. Clearly, Wicker was part of the cover-up!

There's more: an assistant DA supposedly pushed him and put a gun to his head (after which Curtis was unjustly charged with assault, because, of course, the cops always side with the Rich And Powerful), and yet no media outlets would expose the truth. We take Curtis at his word when he says that he has "personally sent out more than a million emails in one year" about the body parts; as blogger Charles Johnson found, Curtis even spammed his story to a Ukrainian website. And just like the signature that helped track him down, Curtis closes the screed with "This is Kevin Curtis and I approve this report."

Beyond this thrilling narrative, Curtis's Twitter feed and Facebook page, at least as long as they remain active, should provide a trove of information to officials, bloggers, and conspiracy theorists. Just imagine what fun can be had with his Facebook profile photo (updated Monday -- just before the ricin letters were discovered!), for instance:

Is this evidence that he is one of those murderous Democrat Liberals? Or is he pointing to the bumper sticker in shocked disbelief that any Democrat could claim to also be a Christian? We are inclined to think it is the latter, since another recent post, a photo of the 8 year old killed in the Boston bombing, says "We have let God down. We removed prayer from schools in 62..." We'll let Alex Jones sort that mystery out.

In any case, just like the end of a movie, now the world is finally paying attention to Paul Kevin Curtis.

[LittleGreenFootballs / RipoffReport via tipster "ian"]

Doktor Zoom

Doktor Zoom's real name is Marty Kelley, and he lives in the wilds of Boise, Idaho. He is not a medical doctor, but does have a real PhD in Rhetoric. You should definitely donate some money to this little mommyblog where he has finally found acceptance and cat pictures. He is on maternity leave until 2033. Here is his Twitter, also. His quest to avoid prolixity is not going so great.


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