Oh Well

The spammers win and from now on there is a word verification key you have to fill in to leave a comment. Since the dawn of time there have been parasites among us, and I'm not talking about those little things with hundreds of legs that run around here.

The telephone rings and when I pick it up there is the telltale pause, while the automated dialer on the other end switches to an automated message and I hang up before it starts. If you want me to buy something from you ask me in person. Even then, you'll likely call around dinner time and say something like, "Hi, I'm Lucius from Everlasting crap and I've got your number. Don't hang up 'cos I'll just pester you 'till you die." How complacent we've become when we spend a small fortune on cable, internet access and a telephone, only to be interpreted at any given time by some jackass trying his surefire ploy to flog his junk and we just chalk it up to modern capitalistic morality. Ayn Rand is rolling over in her grave, choking on her own tongue.
Every once in a while I have to admit admiration for another's persistent re-invention. Henry amused me for a day or two, when I first met him. Time to update the schtick, Henry. The relatively new ploy around here is to stand at the end of the highway exit and solicit cars as they wait for a light. I laughed the first day the would be solicitor got mad when no one would open thier car window to him. Still, I have no problem with people asking. Face to face. Get it? Face to face.
Spammers represent to me the lowest form of life. How many times have you had to change your e-mail address because of spam?
And here I am buckling to them again. Apparently the auto-spammers can't read the key so I should be alright for awhile, but I won't say that's that. Some weasel is out there right now figuring out a way to get around that too.