Wednesday, April 30, 2003

Drowning I'm not sure what sort of punishment is appropriate for the parasites of the Internet who keep sending me ways to enlarge my back account, love muscle, traffic to this site, credit rating, and chances of meeting a transexual I would be proud to bring home to mom.  Not to mention the ones who swear they'll shrink my debt, love handles, number of pop-up ads, credit card debt, and my chances of not performing Greek god in bed.  Even got two emails this morning promising to eliminate spam from my email signed "Huge Cajones." Virginia has some ideas about throwing them in the clink, though.  And the FTC swears its going to "shut down" the spammers.  Earlier this week, Mircrosoft, AOL and Yahoo announced they are joining forces to get medieval on the asses of spammers.  And that's all well and good, but AOL is just as guilty of spamming my real mailbox as anyone, Virginia isn't exactly a top tier state (where are California, Texas, and New York on this issue?), and the FTC claimed it was doing something about this problem FIVE YEARS AGO, and as we can all bear witness, they've done a bang-up job. And Congress?  Half of them have probably never heard of email, much less seen what spam is doing to our inboxes.  They won't even regulate the dumb asses who can't understand how the express lane works at the supermarket, much less a crucial issue such as this one.  Nah, I'm just resigned to my daily ritual of repeatedly jabbing the delete key as I scan through my inbox.  Then  emptying  my bloated email Trash folder.  Then I just go back to my transexual-less bed with the manhood I was born with, credit debt of my own choosing, and a few extra pounds because, damn it, that's just more of me to love. 6:44:06 AM     |

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