Journalism, being the penultimate "too much time on your hands" career, can sometimes generate the darnedest things. Like finding out what happens if a (pseudo) ten year-old boy sends notes to a variety of celebrities, both nefarious and otherwise. Surprisingly, I can provide some verification for the authenticity of the Clarence Thomas letter. There's a guy in our office who has a letter from Mr. Thomas on his wall, and it's composed in exactly the same way.