And On The Seventh Day The Lord Checked His Email, Cursed His Creation, And Cast The Spammers Into The Lake Of Fire…
Yeah, I wish. Unfortunately spam is here to stay. We collectively spend billions of dollars in additional infrastructure just to support these criminals. Their spam clogs our bandwidth and pollutes our inbox.
But in this barrage of digital debris we get a glimpse of ourselves in our darkest and most depraved moments. We laugh at the audacious statements and tricks. Penis enlargement patches that promise and extra 3-4 inches (talk about stretch marks..and I mean for the man!). An unsolicited letter from the child of a deceased African leader who desperately needs YOUR help to transfer $25,000,000 out of a secret bank account. Viagra and Cialis from creepy online merchants that make Oakland crack dealers look respectable. A unexpected announcement that you are the winner of The Worldwide International Lottery…and you didn’t even have to play because the winners are chosen randomly from a pool of public emails! Imagine that!
Laugh all you want, but it works. The proof is in the billions of email spam sent daily. If you could reach one million people for free, how many suckers would you need to turn a profit? The answer is one. One in a million.
I used to get frustrated by all the junk, but now I just find it interesting. Spam is designed to catch us at our most desperate moments. It’s in these moments that the ridiculous sounds plausible, the suspect sound reasonable, and our better judgment is sacrificed at the alter of anxiety, doubt, and greed… and sometimes just plain stupidity.
Don’t be that one in a million.