Stupid Spammer Watch: Go Ahead; Fling Away
By Ken Magill
[Warning: Politically incorrect and coarse language ahead.]
So apparently Stophaus isn’t dead. They were just resting. And now they or someone who sympathizes with them are threatening me.
The day after last week’s piece ran claiming anti-Spamhaus group Stophaus’s site had stopped loading and their Twitter feed had gone dormant, the following charming tweet directed at me appeared:
TheSTOPhaus Movement@stophaus14 Aug
@Kmagill Here's an update for you - The STOPhaus Movement will never die as long as Spamhaus are acting like censorfag Dictators. #Cyberwar
On the same day, someone posting as “Your Mama” on The Magill Report left a comment that included the following:
“So, are you just publishing Spamhaus propaganda now Ken? Do you need to be a target? Do you need to be exposed for being a two-faced spammer/spam-fighter...double agent for industry? Do you need to have your name drug through the mud to let it go? If so, we would be obliged to do so if needed.”
Message to Your Mama:
Do you understand the concept of irony? Stophaus and its sympathizers claim to be anti-censorship and yet I publish something you don’t like and you threaten me.
And: “two-faced spammer/spam-fighter...double agent for industry?” What the hell does that even mean? Expose away.
Yes, by all means drag my name through the mud. But remember, when you drag a pig’s name through the mud, the pig likes it.
Someone once posed as me in a discussion group asking where to find porn. You know what pissed me off? Not that they posed as me looking for porn. What pissed me off was they posed as me being too stupid to find porn on the Internet without help.
If I worked for a large corporation today, I’d be sent to sensitivity training. And I’d flunk miserably—or happily, depending on how you look at it. It’s one reason I work at home.
You know why I smoke cigars? Yes, I love the flavor of a good one. But they also offer the added benefit of their stench keeping people away from me. It helps them instantly feel about me exactly how I feel about them. And we don’t even have to talk to one another to get our feelings of mutual loathing straight.
And you know that drunken uncle every family dreads seeing on Thanksgiving? In my family, I am that drunken uncle.
Oh, and one other thing. Guess who would love to see you inflict damage on me. Members of the anti-spam discussion group Nanae, that’s who. How’s that for irony, Your Mama? You go after me and the one group who cheers you on is the group you hate most with the possible exception of Spamhaus.
Nanae has been sneering at me for more than a decade.
As a result, I occupy a space in the email ecosystem no one else on the planet does: Crazy, poo-flinging spammers [you] hate me just as much as crazy, poo-flinging anti-spammers [Nanae].
Maybe you two can put your differences aside and team up just for this.
Picture me with a toothbrush mustache and think of yourselves as Great Britain and United States, and Russia during World War II. After all, Internet craziness isn’t complete without a Nazi reference.
So fling away, Your Mama. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.