Not only is Spam an unexplainable concoction of meat, but a reminder of my childhood. At least once a week, my mother would (as if it weren’t already awful enough) deep fry it like a cutlet. Spam is merely one of several unpleasant memories from my “tender years”.
I’m also not a Monty Python fan, but their skit about Spam was considered gone viral in its time. Today, Spam is aptly named for the emails that come, some days by the boat load, to your inbox.
Sometimes (for fun) I open them. I certainly do not open the attachments. I’m not quite that inept, but the ones with the subject lines such as “Robert M. Miller, Chief Officer of the FBI- You better open this!!” Hilarious. The message goes on to threaten and insult me because of some fictitious bad act I committed, but $25,000 wired to an overseas account in the name of Lord Wilfred Armour, Head of The Hokey-Pokey Ministry, will fix my problem. Why I’m surprised, I don’t know, but people actually believe there is one grain of salt in this nonsense and send the money. Sooner or later some schmuck who got hosed for the 25K gets a spot on Dr. Phil to discuss just how stupid he/she really is. Somehow I doubt I would like to parlay my 15 minutes of fame for a festoon of 10 million viewers shaking their heads simultaneously. A dead give- away that these emails are pure crap is how poorly written they are. They are filled with hyperbole that sounds like threatening half-baked Shakespeare. These same clowns send the “You Won!” To collect your winnings please send us every piece of personal information possible including height, weight and bra size plus $1500!”- notifications and again some dope, possibly many dopes, believe that out of nowhere they are the winner of a millions bucks. So they flush away their meager savings and the heartless creeps on the other end of the scheme take the money of the old, the challenged, the lonely and the poor without a twinge of conscience. That’s when I stop laughing when I realize there are real people hurt by this…even if they are stupid.
Spam- unexplainable and not fit for human consumption.
I’m also not a Monty Python fan, but their skit about Spam was considered gone viral in its time. Today, Spam is aptly named for the emails that come, some days by the boat load, to your inbox.
Sometimes (for fun) I open them. I certainly do not open the attachments. I’m not quite that inept, but the ones with the subject lines such as “Robert M. Miller, Chief Officer of the FBI- You better open this!!” Hilarious. The message goes on to threaten and insult me because of some fictitious bad act I committed, but $25,000 wired to an overseas account in the name of Lord Wilfred Armour, Head of The Hokey-Pokey Ministry, will fix my problem. Why I’m surprised, I don’t know, but people actually believe there is one grain of salt in this nonsense and send the money. Sooner or later some schmuck who got hosed for the 25K gets a spot on Dr. Phil to discuss just how stupid he/she really is. Somehow I doubt I would like to parlay my 15 minutes of fame for a festoon of 10 million viewers shaking their heads simultaneously. A dead give- away that these emails are pure crap is how poorly written they are. They are filled with hyperbole that sounds like threatening half-baked Shakespeare. These same clowns send the “You Won!” To collect your winnings please send us every piece of personal information possible including height, weight and bra size plus $1500!”- notifications and again some dope, possibly many dopes, believe that out of nowhere they are the winner of a millions bucks. So they flush away their meager savings and the heartless creeps on the other end of the scheme take the money of the old, the challenged, the lonely and the poor without a twinge of conscience. That’s when I stop laughing when I realize there are real people hurt by this…even if they are stupid.
Spam- unexplainable and not fit for human consumption.