SOMETIMES I GET SO MAD I NEED TO BE HOSED DOWN

[Beware of more foul language than usual.]

Yahoo has not screwed up anymore lately, has not put any good email in the Bulk folder for bad email, but it pretty much has me psychologically screwed up having to actually read each email subject line. I HATE that! Just looking at the subject lines reminds me of how deceptive, underhanded, and dishonest so many people in the commercial world are. No matter what they're selling, porn or insurance or cheap pharmaceuticals, web people are the worst kind of carnival barkers and chickenshit evil nitwits. It’s no surprise that they sell harmful goods to underage kids. At the least, the cyber-police should be given authority to gun them down immediately upon conviction. Not the kids, stupid.

I DON’T understand why Spam is a problem at all because I’m in favor of shooting them down NOW without the trial. Like in the old west, you just Shoot a Snake—you don’t tell him to have his lawyer call your lawyer!

Besides, who are these people? I know who the Spammers are, they’re the people who are always on the edges of society, predatory creatures, pariahs, crooks with bad skin eruptions, maybe even low-level mafia guys. But who are the damn ADVERTISERS? Name brand companies can’t afford to use Spam on us, can they? Surely we’d remember forever if Kodak or Ford or Kenmore or Duncan Donuts were to continuously crawl up and crap in our laps like that. I may not be their biggest customer, but surely none of them wants to guarantee No Further Sales Through All Eternity, do they?

What is the argument when you’re caught with your product ads inside a million Spam emails? Do you claim they hijacked your info, that Spammers spent their own money to purvey your particular line of fake pure virgin snow?

“Uh, those damn Spammers was trying to get me in trouble!” you whine.

“Okay,” says Law Enforcement. They believe every word you say. You have an honest face.

Do you sniff money changing hands? Can you say: Moral Corruption? Sure, you can.

Well, I’m not going to open even a single Spam email to find out who they are. I would just assume that anybody peddling their crap through Spam are indeed purveyors of crap, so why buy it at any price?

Snake Oil salesmen and hucksters have been selling poison for medicine and shit for peanut butter, not to mention dangerous or inoperable children’s toys, for a very long time now, and those guilty boys are not really hard to recognize. They just take Time away from our lives in having to deal with them. If there weren’t so many sleepy-headed Joes in the world who open that stuff in fits of idiocy, Spam would cease almost overnight. Probably, so would a good deal of email viruses. But, we can’t just go out and kill all the stupid people. Some of them are related to me. (No, I don’t mean cousin J.W.—he’s the smart one, I can talk about him out loud.)

I've about decided that ALL pushy young capitalists resemble pop-up crazy pornographers or snake oil salesmen at one level or another. None of them have much sense of decency, or sense of restraint, or any inclination to be fair. Ah, they talk mushy in church on Sunday, but they’re Selling 5 or 6 days a week. All they want is to be allowed to drive a Humvee through your front door and beat you with a baseball bat until you’re senseless enough to buy what they sell. That's all, it's little to ask, they feel. They just want to retire to their ten million dollar combination chicken farm and horse ranch before they turn 35 and get that money into offshore accounts before the Attorney General in your state can catch up with them. Now, what could possibly be wrong with that? Excuse me, but whether these thieves are the old rich, the nouveau riche, or the stinking rich, I hope they all die with their genitals in the jaws of a wolverine. Is that too much to ask?

Say Amen, Brother!

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NOTHING IS
©2003 Ronald C. Southern

Nothing is
Going or coming
Very well
But I remember
Days gone by

And send
My love,
What little I gather,
All I can gather,
Not much, I know,

Just thoughts of days gone by
And not much more,
Just everything gone to hell
And not much more…
But there it is.

rcs.

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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: "Pain passes, but beauty remains." -- Pierre Auguste Renoir (1841-1919) Semi-paralyzed by arthritis, he continued painting until his death at 78.

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