Like an Army of In-laws

Computers were first discovered on our shores a number of years ago, after it was reported that they had quietly made their way to Malaysia over the sea. Soon we came to accept them as a part of our daily lives, although we treated them with more fondness than we did in comparison to other migrants.

While they made many of our lives substantially more meaningful, they also brought in one of the greatest inventions ever known to mankind.

The Internet.

The only marketplace in the world where you can get cardamom seeds in one stall, and French midget pornography in the next. And with this illustrious collection of vendors, came the legions of spam.

Which is one thing that has been invading the office for the past few weeks. Sure, we get a bit of spam every now and then. They’re like the ‘friend’ who comes to you when they need a few thousand dollars for an investment that’ll surely give instant returns, so long as you can loan them the money.

And all of a sudden, our inboxes have been bombarded by a nearly non-stop flow of spam messages that seem to have curiously gotten past our filters. And the only real-world (not really) equivalent that I can think of would be to see a horde of rabid in-laws swarming outside my house, waiting for a handout.

Come on, guys! It's not even the end of the month! (source:podcastingnews.com)

Like money-grubbing ‘friends’, there can be only one way to deal with spam. A wall as long as the Federal Highway. Although, there’s always the one or two that will get through, as if to show you that they can.

I remember growing up to spot fake keys in the mail, telling me that I was in the running to win a brand new Proton Saga, so long as I would subscribe to another yearly issue of The Reader’s Digest. Being at a tender young age, I tossed the letter straight into the bin and pasted the sticker of the car that came with the mail onto my cylindrical stationary holder.

That sticker is still there today, probably about twenty years on. Which goes to show you that the lifeline of piece of spam is only for an instant, while stickers will last forever.

So spammers, take a lesson from history and make stickers, not junk mail. You’ll make a young child happy somewhere.