Multiple Me

As I was getting ready to write my blog entry last night, I noted that I have a new follower.
Me.
Well, someone with the same name as me. I know, I've Googled myself. I'm everywhere, so it seems.
The first time I Googled myself, I found that I was a murder victim in Colorado and that a reward was being offered for information which would lead to my killer. Hope he's been found. Hate to think that I've gone unavenged.
I've found that I sell real estate in Austin, Texas. Maybe I can get me a good deal on a house.
I've also been contacted by someone from North Carolina asking if I had once lived in North Carolina. I've known people from and have a niece in that state, but, sorry, never lived there.
I got an e-mail from me at work. Called me and found out that I was a native Texan living and working just outside of Columbus, Ohio. We had a good laugh and pondered about perhaps swapping places.
A couple of years ago, a co-worker asked how I spelled my name, then, surprised me with a campaign yard sign for my run to gain a seat on City Council in Seattle. I didn't vote for me nor did I give any money to my campaign, but I won, none the less. I was quite pleased and I hope that I run for re-election. Could mayor or governor be far behind?
This morning I recieved one of those incessant e-mails from another co-worker (and friend) of mine indicating that someone named Nidal Hasan was part of the transition team ushering in the Obama Presidency. One... two... three... OMG!!! Isn't Nidal Hasan that crazy guy who shot and killed all those brave, unarmed soldiers the other week at Fort Hood??? OMG!!! That means that the President pulled the trigger and shot 'em himself!!! It's a plot, I tell ya!
Yeah. Right.
I essentially told my correspondent that he should take off that tin-foil hat and quit listening to people who are a few french fries short of a Happy Meal.
I also suggested a new rumor to the effect that Hasan was in charge of spurious birth certificates for the then incoming administration. Now, I'm wondering how soon that rumor is going to hit the fan.
I pity any poor schmuck named Nidal Hasan at this point in time. Must be as hard, or even harder than living on Hitler Road in southern Pickaway County, Ohio. Or even being me, wherever they are in the United States or abroad.
By the way, I mentioned my new follower to the lovely Miss Carol after posting last night's blog. Seems she is that follower and had mistakenly put my name in the wrong space.

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