The Irrepressible Optimism of the African Spammer
It will probably never stop altogether and since we are stuck with spam as a part of our lives, at least we get the humorous spams from the African continent. The ones from Mr. Dr. Kawaze Umfayao that respectfully ask for assistance with a staggering sum that's been forgotten about. Or the widow of the Director of the national railroad of Zaire. Or the esteemed barrister. Or whatever other damned tree they think barking up will elicit the reaction they want, that is, you being stupid enough to supply them with your bank account information so they can help themselves to the riches contained within.

What I can't fathom is the wisdom of adding some scrambled letters to any subject line. How can a spammer think that those letters won't be a tip off that its spam? How can they think that people will open the spam to read it knowing that its spam by those stupid assortments of letters? The only reasonable explanation I can think of is that spammers are easily the dumbest sector of society. Nothing else makes as much sense.

That can be the only reason why Mr. Senator Ofoyo has thought that if one spam was good then three or four is much, MUCH better.

Oh well. Happy 2004, there's still spam, there's still a Bush in the White House and Governor Gropinator in California and the war effort in Iraq, terrorist hunting in all of the Middle East, corruption at the highest levels of American business, mad cow disease (which is effectively caused by farmers being cheap dirtbags by feeding diseased brains of other cows to live cows, um cows aren't supposed to eat brains, that's zombies!), an economy still tailspinning from years of nimrodification (yes, that IS a new word, thankyouverymuch) and we still have beady and soulless fools like Ashcroft, Rumsfeld and Cheney to deal with.