This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man.
Have you got any biscuits over there?
One pill makes you…dead. Or "why we don't buy drugs off the net and then take them ourselves". Of course, it takes all types, and certainly there must be a market for pills laced with uranium, strontium, barium, and boron. But not a big one. And apparently the market is getting smaller all the time.
So, monkey see, monkey do, but monkey no eat the poison pill. K?
Does make you wonder a bit about the state of the world. The ending of an age. The passing of the torch. The…I've run out of metaphors. Or are those platitudes? What makes some people so willing to trust the spam that shows up in their in box? Do they honestly think a Nigerian princess has chosen them from the phone book? That they are the sole surviving heir of a previously unknown fortune? What makes them think they're all that special? Hell, they're not even responding to unique spam! A minute with snopes, or a smack upside the head, should fix the problem but no. They'd rather self-medicate. And then call someone like me to pick up the pieces.
So pay attention boys and girls! You have to keep your eyes open and look both ways before pushing that button or opening that file. Otherwise you're just relying on someone like me to get to you first and save your machines from botnet hell. And although I'm good, there's only one of me and I can't save everyone. Not to mention, there's a certain justice to the situation…why should a system be any less a brainless tool than its user? Don't people look like their dogs, or something like that?
Posted by StuR on March 4, 2007 07:52 PM | Permalink