The following letter was written by the infamous perpetrator, Mister Rogers. First you see what Mister Rogers wrote in gray letters. Then, in black, you will see what he really meant in writing the preceding paragraph. I hope that by showing you this terrible piece of incriminating evidence, you will finally realize exactly how much danger you and your children are actually in.

What He Said: When you were a baby, grown-ups had to do just about everything for you. They had to feed you and get you dressed and carry you around. But you've learned to do many things for yourself. Now you're old enough to learn to do even more things--like reading and working with numbers. You don't have to know your letters and numbers when you first go to school. School is a place where people learn about such things. Teachers are people who help you to learn. They understand what children need to know. They understand that drawing and playing and working with music help children learn.

What He Really Meant: When you were a baby, I watched you every day from the telescope in my bedroom. You were a beautiful baby. I wanted to dress you and carry you around. I wanted to begin my nasty ritual with you right then. I wanted to be your teacher, but I knew it would be more fun when you got older. So I waited. And I waited. And I waited some more. I knew your time would come soon.

What He Said: Is your school near your house, or is it far away? Some children ride to school in a car or a school bus. Other children walk to school. Often there are special grown-ups to help children cross streets safely on their way to school and on their way back home. How will you be going to school? When you go to a new place, it takes some time to find out where things are . . . things like the bathroom or the place to hang up your coat. If you want to know something in your school, you can always ask your teacher. Teachers help children in lots of different ways. Some teachers are women and some are men. Some teachers are mothers and fathers and some are grandparents or uncles or aunts. All teachers were once children like you. Do you know the name of the person who will be your teacher?

What He Really Meant: I wish I was nearer to your house so I could break in every night and attempt to impregnate you like I have millions of other small children. I would steal you from your home and make you live with me in a new place, a desert island. We could fill the island with thousands of baby Rogers. Some would be women and some would be men. Some would become mothers and fathers and some would be grandparents or uncles or aunts. All of them would have once been a child like you. Won't you come with me to my island, little one?

What He Said: Going to school often means learning new rules. Some rules help keep children safe. Other rules help make learning easier. One rule that many teachers make is that only one person may talk at a time. Your teacher may ask you to raise your hand so she will know you want to talk. That way she can try to be sure that everyone gets a turn. When you come home from school, you might want to tell your family about the children you met or about what your teacher did and what you did. Coming home is another good part of going to school. You'll have lots to tell, and there are lots of people who can be proud of the ways you are growing!

What He Really Meant: If you come with me, believe me, you won't be safe. I'm a filthy, old man who feeds off of little children. When you come home from my island, you might not want to tell your family about what you saw there or what I did to you. Coming home will be hard, I know. You won't want to leave me, even though I'm nasty and dirty and forced myself on you night and day . You'll have lots you'll want to tell, but you shouldn't if you ever want to come with me again. There will be lots of people who would get jealous of your experiences, so keep quiet, child. I'm so glad that you're finally old enough so that I can have my way with you!

Now do you believe me? It should be quite obvious to you what Mister Rogers really wants from you and your child. Please don't hesitate any longer. Take action against Scary Mister Rogers now!

Need even more proof? Come find out how he got his nickname, Mister I'll Have Children, Please. No Real Meat For Me Rogers here.

Thanks to PBS's Home for Scary Letters From the Evil Sex Fiend Mister Rogers for this scary letter. (Note that since I have uncovered the secret of Mister Rogers's evil, PBS removed the letter due to its underlying graphic nature. You may wish to explore his new online neighbourhood just as he has explored your body, however.)