Back when I worked as office manager at a law firm, we’d occasionally get unbalanced people approach us to take their case. (The law firm specialized in estate planning and business entity creation, with occasional litigation related thereto; I can only imagine how many off-kilter cases coming walking in the door of those firms who are a little more closely related to… whatever the subject matter is.)
But this one definitely takes the cake; it was mailed to our office (and, one supposes, a number of others) in 2007, and it was so stunning in its complete insanity that I kept it. Fifteen years later, here it is for your astonishment.
Please understand, I’m not casually making fun of the mentally ill here. Depression and other ailments run in my family. My son committed suicide largely because of the effects of Borderline Personality Disorder.
But there’s a difference between simply “mentally ill” and “uber-kookoo-crazycakes,” and this is the latter.
Feel free to scroll through all nine pages, or if you prefer, read the full thing as a PDF here. I’ve redacted the “plaintiff’s” last name, address, telephone number and email address.
