ELIZABETH LOATHES SPAM
But I really loathe it. The fact that I’m paying good money to let it appear—and then remove it—really chaps my ass.

Loads of crap keep landing in my website guestbook and favorite quotes pages.

Most of the messages are for porn sites.
Or sites guaranteeing an erection.

Or a yard-long penis.

Or knee-length mammary glands. (Really gals, have a little patience. Gravity will take care of it for free.)
Yes, I had spam filters in place.
Yes, I had sign-here-and-decipher-that blanks.
Yes, I had spam up the wazoo anyway. Unbelievable how many people have so little to do.
I finally decided that the spammers could crap out the spam faster than I could shovel it.
So I’m removing the truly interactive parts of my website.
What I’d really like to do is put a spammer under an elephant and wait for nature to take its course.

I ask you, do you honestly think ANYONE with internet capability has to be constantly spammed to know that a (frankly revolting) variety of porn is available on the Web?


















