eTerrorists

I was never a real fan of SPAM, until now... I just became the newest official member of the SPAM Fan Club and you should too! After all, "as a Spam Fan Club official member, you'll have access to all kinds of secret SPAM information..." It's true--the website said so! But don't take my word for it... check it out for yourself!

http://www.spam.com/

After all, SPAM is not just canned "luncheon meat." SPAM is an internationally recognized symbol of America. SPAM is an essential component of fine Hawaiian cuisine. SPAM is a way of life.

What I do not like (Hormel should sue somebody about this... defamation of quality spicy ham products, I say!) is spam on my blog! Yes, that is correct, eTerrorism has hit home at From May Eyes 2 Yours! You may notice that there are some new security features on my blog. I apologize if you feel these violate your right to free speech, but one big jerk can really ruin things for the rest of us--a fly in our meat grinder, so to speak.

I must admit, those crafty spammers had me going for a minute. I thought I had found a new, enthusiastic audience for my musings. After all, I agreed with Anonymous when he/she commented at 6:03 PM that "this is one of the best sites I have ever seen--I wish I had one like it." I smiled coyly to myself when he/she or another like minded individual reported back at 6:08 that my blog was, in fact, "really amazing!"

I knew, however, that it was all too good to be true when I read that at 6:15 someone had taken the time to note that my little project was brimming with "useful information." I know I am fabulous, but most of my ravings are not incredibly utilitarian in nature. Alas, I had been suckered. 105 messages in one evening did not mean I had hit the big time. Oprah has no need to worry about forthcoming usurpations...

Remembering that mother said "honesty is the best policy," I deleted most of the phony postings, but I did leave a few beauties. I mean I really want the word "rubbish" to appear somewhere in my blog--it is a great word and it was not used derisively against my page, so I kept it.

Just like the museums in London that have elected to retain their pock mark facades in memorial of those who lived through the blitzkrieg of WWII, I will retain a touch of spam to remind us of these, the days that try women's souls. (I won't even mention the possibility that this line of logic could all just be a crock of Bologna spun by cheap MPs in the UK ... Call me a sucker, I believed it enough to shed a tear as I photographed shrapnel scars outside The Victoria & Albert.)

Perhaps I am just too idealistic and innocent for this harsh world of cruel intentions and thoughtless politicians. Ha, ha, hee, haw!