Spam: The Other White Meat … or … The New Poetry …
Understanding the motivation and mentality of mass spammers will never fall within my realm of comprehension. Even I know enough to realize that endlessly pestering you is not likely to convince you to click on a link and buy something from me. The embiciles who setup spambots do not understand that.
Being a geek in the technology business I know not to open junk mail. So I don’t. I simply sit back and watch with irritation as the spam filter fulfills its mission in life. It does allow me to peek into an email and read the headers and the plain text in the body of a message. So occasionally I will do just that when something catches my eye or is flagged by the tiny people inside my filtering program as one I should examine more closely. That is what happened yesterday when I saw a sender’s address that had a familiar ring to it (turns out it rang falsely) and I paused to take a closer look.
The entire content of the message, so far as the spam filter and I could tell, was this curious, almost poetic, yea verily, damn near biblical, text.
On bed of death many receipts he.
Great in have then sinned.
Not to know what we speak.
Virginity breeds mites much like
Taken and it shall be read to.
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I’ve been getting that crap. With no links. Just oodles and oodles of “poetry”. Hard as I’ve tried,I’ve never managed to understand the point of it.
Ok, I haven’t tried that hard to understand.
I was trying to figure this out also. What does anyone gain from sending this type of junk. Then I thought– follow the money. The money is not in the sales of anything as most sell nothing and who would buy from them if they did? The money is in protection from this, and it makes me wonder if this is a racket. Do some get encouraged or even paid to send this stuff out to scare the rest of us into paying for protection from it through the many many services now springing up that will save you from the garbage?
In a perfect world, spammers would get caught, go to jail, and share a cell with many gay men who have enlarged their penises, taken Viagra and are looking for a new relationship.
I have wondered about these things, too. I invariably open the ones that have no subject, no text, no anything, and then find myself wondering whether I have just unwittingly opened my front door to a complete stranger. Not being a techie, I have no idea what evil forces might have been unleashed in the realm of the mad scientist, who we all know is out there waiting to destroy us all. I think I need a new spam filter.
Mick, I’d reccommend CounterSpy. Werks fer me
I might as well admit it, I’m not smart enough to make any sense whatsoevr of that poetry, which is why I haven’t commented on this post before now. Maybe I need to be “chemically enhanced” to get a good grasp of it…but not before I fix supper. That would be bad…very bad
I think Rain has an excellent point in the idea of “follow the money”. Could that be the reason for sending out all this junk? For me this makes more sense than anything else I have heard.
Poetry to penis enlargement…it covers a lot of territory. I think Stu might have the ultimate solution to our spam problems. And, if that doesn’t work…I say…the death penalty.