Hard to believe, but spam is once again being served up by annoying bloodsuckers who have nothing better to do than plop the indigestible muck where it's not wanted and then to run like the dickens.

It reminds me of the old prank wherein someone lights a paper bag on someone's porch, rings the bell, and then runs away.  The person answering the doorbell understandably stomps on the paper bag in order to put out the flames and then discovers that the bag is filled with feces.  Dog feces, one hopes, instead of some other creature's excrement, but at that point it's all rather academic, isn't it?  It still is disgusting to have on your shoe and it's stinky and it's unwanted where it is.

Well, the spammers are leaving comments on old posts here, but the last laugh is really mine:  no one reads this blog anymore and their flaming wads of dung aren't even being seen, except by me and I've forbidden myself to click on any of them.

Na na na na na, spam-mongers!