Dear Mr. Whoever You Are,
I found your website by accident
and couldn’t help but notice you’re a complete idiot. Why would
anyone in their right mind ask you for advice? Is your website a joke?
The letter from "Libby" in your last newsletter was especially
troubling. She was in genuine pain and for some reason she thought that
you could help her? I deal with women in mentally abusive relationships
all the time (I’m a social worker). Libby, if you’re still out
there, you really need to get help. Get out of that unhealthy
relationship before you become another statistic! There was also a
letter from some poor woman who was afraid that she was going to be
accused of stealing money from her church. Did this woman really think
that you could help her with her extremely serious problem? Are you
licensed in counseling? I doubt it. You should seriously reconsider
giving people advice since you really don’t have any idea what you’re
talking about.
Ms. Francis Graft
Cherry Hill, NJ
Ms. Graft, I regret that you find
my sagely and wholesome advice lacking. I wish there were something I
could do or say that would ease your apprehensions about my ability to
help others but I can’t since your heart is hardened towards me and my
kind. Be it known to all that The Mooj is all-caring, all-knowing and
provides spiritual guidance by example, not just by orated wisdom.
Hey Mooj, your butthead nephew
didn’t answer the Mooj Mail last week! I didn’t get any stock market
advice and so I acted on my own accordance and lost a ton of money! Are
you going to answer your email this month or are we going to be ignored
again?
Philip Krueger
The Mooj finds your email message
offensive and will, thus, ignore it.
Dear Mooj,
I am currently attached to the
AATSO observatory at the South Pole. I am one of four men assigned to
this desolate weather observation outpost. We are now in the dead of
winter and totally isolated from the outside world (except for a limited
envelope of time each day when a satellite is visible and we can surf
the net and email people). If it weren’t for you and your Mooj.com
newsletter I would surely have gone insane by now. The constant howl of
the wind and the bitter cold temperatures outside would have surely
driven me nuts. You’ll hear more from me tomorrow!
Dr. Liam Yockey,
Senior Research Analyst
AATSO Outpost #4
The Mooj thanks you for your
letter and looks forward to hearing from you again.
It is me again, Dr. Y from the
South Pole. I have now read all your posted newsletters. My favorite one
was September 16, 2000. I am compiling all my thoughts and observations
about you in a special journal called, Why I Love The Mooj.
Dr. Liam Yockey,
Senior Research Analyst
AATSO Outpost #4
The Mooj can’t wait to read it.
Another day another snowstorm. The
dark sky is ominous today. We haven’t seen the sun in nearly two
months. The wind is my enemy; it will not cease. The others are slowly
going insane but not I. I have you to thank for that. I am now up to
page 15 in my special journal about you.
Dr. Liam Yockey,
Senior Research Analyst
AATSO Outpost #4
Sounds pretty
eerie down there on the South Pole.
Today was especially hard. We lost
Smitty. He ran naked into the cold and barren night. He cannot survive
for long, as it is nearly –100 degrees F outside. There are only three
of us at the outpost now. The others are mentally weak. I am now up to
page 28 in my special journal about you.
Dr. Liam Yockey,
Senior Research Analyst
AATSO Outpost #4
I guess this poor guy really doesn’t
have anything to do down there at the South Pole.
Our food storage locker has been
destroyed by fire. Just about everything is lost. I am slowly growing
weak and weary. The wind will not stop howling! Blasted wind! Blasted
cold!
Dr. Liam Yockey,
Senior Research Analyst
AATSO Outpost #4
This sounds bad. The Mooj will
chant, meditate and pray for you.
Hunger. There is hardly any food
left and they cannot make an airdrop until spring. It will not stop
snowing. The wind is constant. We are weak from hunger. Last night we
lost Dr. Franklin. He, too, wandered off naked into the night. It was
the wind that drove him insane. There are only two of us left.
Dr. Liam Yockey,
Senior Research Analyst
AATSO Outpost #4
Wow. Things sound like they’re
getting pretty tough out there for our friend Dr. Y.
Now there is only me. I had to do
it. I had to kill Dr. Maxwell. There was only enough food left for one
and I knew that Maxwell would kill me if I didn’t kill him. Do you
hear the wind? It is especially loud tonight. I am alone now. There is
nobody to talk to. I am now on page 45 of my special journal about you.
Dr. Liam Yockey,
Senior Research Analyst
AATSO Outpost #4
This poor guy is losing his mind.
More wind. More snow. I have eaten
the last of Maxwell. What will I do now? I am now on page 73 of my
special journal about you.
Dr. Liam Yockey,
Senior Research Analyst
AATSO Outpost #4
The Mooj is getting worried about
Dr. Y.
What is that you say wind? You
want me to take off my clothes and walk toward you? I will obey you
great wind. You are my lord and master now.
Dr. Liam Yockey,
Senior Research Analyst
AATSO Outpost #4
Sadly, this was the last message I
got from Dr. Y. I hope the guy’s okay.
Mooj,
I will never forget Helga
Hundershcmart. She was the little German girl who lived next door to me
when I was a boy growing up in New Oxford Township, PA. She was a sad
little girl who had a very sad little life. Every night when I went to
bed I always included her in my prayers because I knew that her step mom
was very mean to her. One day she moved away. Can you tell me whatever
happened to her?
Jerry Berry
Reading, PA
I searched the 5 dimensions of
space, time and that other thing (whatever it is) and found a Helga
Hundershcmart living in Mannheim, PA (near the big auto auction
complex). She appears to be of your vintage. But other than that I can’t
envision anything else about her. Sadly, my psychic senses don’t seem
to be working that well anymore.
Mooj,
In your last newsletter some guy
sent in a sound bite of you playing at a bar on 42nd Street
in Chicago. I was unable to download the file. I kept clicking on the
file icon and nothing happened. I thought you said your nephew was a
computer programmer? It seems to me that a computer programmer should be
able to attach a file to an HTML document! Can you fix the link?
Best Regards,
Jim Daniels
Bel Air, MD
The Mooj is quite aware that
someone bootlegged one of my shows in Chicago last month. The Mooj has
no problem with that, except that the file was 400 MB. The idiot taped
all 2 hours of my show and put it in one big file. We just don’t have
room on the Mooj.com server for something so big. I’m thinking now that
maybe we’ll burn it to a CD and sell it at the next Mooj-Fest.
I’m sure you’re aware of this
already but last week your nephew didn’t answer the Mooj Mail like he
was supposed to. What are you gonna do about that?
Mark
Hampton Roads, VA
The Mooj is well aware of the fact
that his lazy and hapless nephew shirked off his duties (again) last
week. I have scolded him and he has assured me that it will never happen
again. To atone for his laziness I have asked Mogender to submit a poem
of regret this week. If he completes the poem I will include it in this
newsletter.
Mr. Umbababbaraba,
This is just a reminder to you and
your readers that summer is peak lightning season. Lightning is the
second most common killer, after flooding, among storm-related
phenomena. In the past 30 years, lightning strikes have killed an
average of 73 people a year.
Sarah Conduit, Ph.D.
National Oceanic and Atmospheric
Administration
Washington D.C.
Thank you for your letter Mrs.
Conduit. The Mooj is well aware of the dangers posed by lightning. I was
a victim of it once. In fact, that is how I became omnipotent. Sadly, I
now feel like I am slowly discharging my psychic powers back to ground.
(It’s almost as if my brain is acting like a giant dielectric.)
Anyway, to make a long story short I am actually attempting to be struck
by lightning again to recharge my omniscient abilities. To date I have
not been successful.
Heavens to Betsy!
Your website is magnificent! I
found it by accident when doing a search for Bengali porn. I must admit
this wasn’t what I expected to find. Keep up the good work.
Charanya Punday
Sutherland, Australia
I don’t know whether to be happy
or sad about this guy’s letter.
A corn snake just bit me. Do I
have anything to worry about?
-unsigned
As far as I know corn snakes are
safe. In the future, though, I suggest that you turn to alternative
sources of wisdom in such emergencies. If an actual poisonous snake had
bitten you, you may have died waiting for me to get back to since I
only check my email once a week.
Mooj,
I don’t know if you remember me
but my name is Peter Caldwell and I met you a few years ago while you
were on your Mooj Freedom Tour. I had the good fortune to ride with you
on The Mooj Freedom Bus between Boca Raton, Florida and Blount Springs,
Alabama. When we were together you gave me a special blessing and then
commanded me to go forth and spread your wisdom to others more ignorant
than I. Well I have. As of yet I haven’t been able to convert a single
person to Moojism. Can I come home now?
Peter Caldwell,
Swakopmund, Nambia
Yes, by all means. To be honest I
was only joking when I told you to do that.
Mooj,
There is something very strange
going on. My fiancée has been acting very suspicious lately. He won’t
return my calls and refuses to answer the door whenever I go over to his
apartment. I know he’s in there because he looks out his window and
then quickly hides. Our wedding is in less than 4 weeks! I need to know now
whether or not I should cancel everything.
-unsigned
Yes, that does sound strange.
Sadly, your fiancée is probably up to something that I fear is going to
adversely affect your future wedding plans. My recommendation is to
forget about getting married in 4 weeks.
Dear Mooj,
I’m going to be a freshman at
The University of Massachusetts, Amherst this fall. I was thinking of
rushing a sorority. Which sorority was it that let you sleep in their
basement last year? They sounded really cool. My boyfriend is going to
Boston University. Will he remain faithful to me? Will I remain faithful
to him?
Karen Klein
Dedham, MA
The Mooj can’t remember the name
of the sorority but it had a Greek sounding name. As far as your
boyfriend and you remaining faithful to each other I can honestly say,
"Nope." In fact, you’ll be cheating on each other before
freshman orientation is over!
Dear Sir,
I am uncertain on whether or not
this is a legitimate self-realization website. I’ve read through some
of your newsletters that you claim are written to educate your devotees. I have studied at the feet of
Swamiji Krishnananda
and find your teaching
style much different. For example, Swamiji
Krishnananda actually had a point to his
teachings and you don’t. Am I missing something?
Jay Ram Jeekey
Sheffield, UK
Obviously you are.
What exactly is Mooj and how can I
get more?
F.J.
I am The Mooj and
you can get more by becoming a Mooj minion like countless others, who
are now happy and satisfied with their newly enriched lives.
Dear Mooj,
Back during the summer of ’58 I
was in love with this boy named Bobby Dingle. I spent my nights crying
into my pillow because I loved him so much and he didn’t even know I
existed. He lived up the street and was my brother’s friend. Bobby was
a rebel and my parents didn’t approve of him at all. One night I saw
Bobby and my brother downtown. I followed them behind the A&P and
saw that they were drinking corn liquor from an old fruit jar. My
brother was mad that I followed him and told me to scram. I promised him
that I wouldn’t tell on him so he let me hang out with them while they
smoked reefer cigarettes and threw empty bottles at the back of the store.
I was such a fool that I told Bobby Dingle right there and then that I
loved him. My brother laughed and called me a retard. Bobby told me that
he thought I was kinda cool for a kid but that I was way too young for
him because he was in high school and I was only in 3rd
grade. Bobby Dingle broke my heart that day but in the long run he was
right. I was too young for him. So Bobby Dingle, wherever you are….thanks!
And the point of this letter is….?
My love for you is
"thick." About this thick (I’m holding the thumb and index
finger of my left hand about 4 inches apart). What can I do to prove
that I am worthy of being one of your minions? How about this (I’m now
taking all my clothes off).
Sherry Miller
Chapel Hill, NC
Although you did
not use the proper channels to apply for minionhood, The Mooj grants you
unconditional minion status (you're now minion number 1281). The
Mooj also reminds his readers that taking all your clothes off is not a
requirement to become a minion. But if you do, at least send a
picture.
I just saw a "Mooj.com"
bumper sticker and was curious what Mooj.com was. You seem to have a lot
of time on your hands whoever you are.
-unsigned
And so do you.
Ever since I can remember my old
man has driven around with an old Fender Telecaster and baseball glove
in his trunk. Once I asked him why he did that and he said, "You
never know when someone will need another ball player or guitar
player." I guess that’s all fine and dandy except that my old man
wasn’t a baseball player and didn’t know how to play a guitar.
Howard Teal
Embrum,
ONT
Is there a point
to your letter?
My wife refuses to use those new
state quarters. Every time she gets one she puts it away in a special
drawer. Last night I needed some change to buy a coke and so I grabbed a
couple of quarters from her drawer and she went ballistic. She said that
someday those quarters are gonna be worth a fortune. I said, "yeah…about
$0.25." Anyway, the woman’s crazy and I just thought you should
know that.
Jeff Harvey
Troy, NY
Is there a point
to your letter?
Dear Mooj,
I just read your latest newsletter
and found it enlightening. Your poem entitled, Why was so
incredible. I read it over and over again. It was so deep. I have never
read a poem that said so much with just a single word. I am forever one
of your greatest fans.
-unsigned
The Mooj gleefully accepts your
praise. It is refreshing to encounter one nice letter in a mailbag that
is usually filled with nonsense and insults.
Mooooj,
I’m a college student at Western
Kentucky University. As soon as I graduate I’m going to travel around
the world and show everybody how hard this Kentucky girl can party!
-unsigned
This is an example of a letter
filled with nonsense.
Mooj,
You totally suck! I’ve
read better poetry on bathroom walls. Get a life and stop bothering
people with your stupid junk email.
This is an example of a letter
filled with insults.
Dear Mooj,
I work at The Washington Post
but I am not your "so-called" secret informer (i.e., the guy that
sends you all those hot scoops). I'm new here and was "making the
rounds" when I stumbled upon a desk that was a virtual
Mooj shrine. The guy even had a map outlining all your travels.
(You may recall that your secret informant mentioned that he was keeping
such a map up on his office wall.) Anyway, here’s my deal. For $50 I will
reveal the name of your anonymous Washington Post informant. For an
additional $100 I’ll send you his personnel file. Attached to this email is a photo of
your anonymous cub reporter's desk to prove that I know who the
guy is. I can be reached at The Post.
"The Kid"
Sports Desk
The Washington Post
The Mooj is outraged
by your offer! Don’t they teach ethics in journalism
school anymore? The Mooj declines.
While riding the "T" this
afternoon, a friendly guy about my age started chatting with me. As his
stop approached, he hesitatingly said, "So, are you a Mooj
Head?" Unsure of what he meant, I blurted out that I am
unaffiliated with any lifestyle choice at the moment. He carefully repeated,
"No, what I meant to ask was do you read The Mooj Weekly
Standard?" I never heard of it so he gave me your website URL
and told me that he was a big fan of yours. He also asked me for my
telephone number. I gave it to him because he was cute. Now
that I've checked out your website I’m hoping that he doesn’t call!
-unsigned
The Mooj is hoping he doesn’t
call either. He sounds like a fine upstanding citizen and I think he can
do much better than get involved with someone so mean and uncaring as
you.
Dear Uncle,
It is I, your humble nephew Uriah.
I found a new friend. His name is Crispen Morganthau and he is a very funny
chap. We got together and
bought a video camera to film funny stunts, which we want to submit to
such television shows as Jackass and Spy TV. Here is our
first such endeavor. Please enjoy.
Your Nephew,
Uriah Heep Singh
New Delhi, India
The Mooj has omitted
your video clip from his newsletter since he felt that it might encourage others to act
foolishly. The Mooj prays that others were not hurt during the filming of
this stunt—as it appears to have happened due to all the screaming and crashing
noises in the background.
The Mooj asks that his minions and nephews never send in videos of
themselves performing dangerous stunts—especially ones that involve
excessive use of stupidity!