Mostly I overlook you. You get caught in my spam filters and, like a pesky fruit fly on a banana, you get squished.
But sometimes, every once in awhile, I catch you myself. You sneak through the filters and go directly into my inbox where I open the email because I think it’s a comment that needs approval. When I realize that you are selling viagra, mail order brides or porn, I delete you. Because that’s what you deserve.
There are times, however, when your disgusting spam is forced onto posts written by or about people who died from cancer recently.
The crap you post to our blogs, comments that make no sense, proving you have no brains, with links to your garbage you are pushing…spam is the only way you can get your pathetic word out. You infiltrate our blogs with your filth and garbage.
You are cancer.
You sit and wait. You attack. Then you grow.
You are vile and disgusting.
Even though we take great pains to protect our online selves from you with special plugins, you still find ways to infect us.
One day there will be a cure to eradicate you.
In the meantime…
And I say this with the most heartfelt sincerity…
Go fuck yourselves.
Sir, Madame, Admin, weblog owner and whatever other stupidity you address me as in your ridiculousity.
Yeah, I’m pissed. The posts written by my friend Lori, who died almost a year ago, get spammed a lot. It makes me really, really mad.