The spam filters on my ISP mail account are so strict that they’re only slightly short of a whitelist and everything else straight to the trash. I never give out that address, but other morons do, plus the sonsawhores at Charter sold our addresses, and then there’s the drooling mouth-breather who accidentally gave my address out to his idiot friends instead of his own. I hate sorting through crap, so I generally use my Gmail, which has excellent built-in spam filters, and I put strict filters on my ISP account. Once in a while, if I’m expecting a message at that address, and get one, but it goes straight to the trash, I check to make sure that it really is some crap I don’t want and not the message I was expecting, accidentally sent there (since Trash is automatically emptied on exit, I check lest the message be gone forever).

This morning’s message was indeed spam, and although all images in email are blocked unless I have specifically instructed to show images from that sender, the subject alone was enough. Flush my…what? Jesus Christ, are there any people capable of hitting a computer power button who are actually stupid enough to click on shit like this? Enlarge your penis…okay, some guy with microdick might be that desperate. Herbal Viagra…yeah, I guess if the reader was really gullible. Gorgeous Russian women want to meet you! Hm…well, that one is technically true, they just leave out the bit where they want to meet you, but are even more interested in your bank account and a green card. Flush your colon, though? Come on! Fatties desperate enough to think that might actually work can’t possibly be bright enough to know what a “colon” might be, can they? God, have we really sunk this low?

Grammar Nazi, bonus edition:

I had to stop reading at the point where, “My brother peaked into the room…” Who the fuck is your brother…Everest? Or did you mean, “My brother, peaked, (some verb) into the room,” because he wasn’t feeling well? Pick one, because if you meant he looked into the room in the manner of a shy child, then he peeked, you dumbass.

“I was feeling rather peaked and really didn’t have the energy to get up, but my curiosity was piqued, so I got out of bed and peeked into the box.”

There. Was that so fucking difficult? Only the last two even sound alike; for “peaked”, you pronounce the “-ed” as a second syllable. Your blog appears to have a significant number of readers, and if you were actually literate, you might have even more. There are some times that spellcheck can’t help you and you do need to know the correct word. Goddamned illiterate morons. I hate people, and especially people who think that because they can manage Blogspot registration and find the letters on the keyboard, they can write. No, you cannot write until you have command of the language. English, motherfucker. 😉