They invented email, more or less, in 1971, but it was pretty much a secret until Bill Clinton sent his first email in 1994, at which point email took off. Hard to imagine today, but back then, practically everybody wanted to be like Bill Clinton.
And then, within a few weeks, someone invented spam.
Today, my email inbox is inundated daily with messages which my Mac laptop identifies as “junk.” The machine is even smart enough to sequester this swill in a special “junk folder.” If I let it, it will auto-delete any bit of junk the moment it arrives.
But I can’t let it. I’m too paranoid about the Mac making a mistake, labeling something as junk when it’s really a heartfelt message from a theatrical agent pleading with me for performance rights to my new stage comedy; or a note from my mother about her latest triumph over my father at Scrabble, which I have to respond to or she’ll call 911 for fear I’ve had a stroke. Under no circumstances would I want to miss any such vitally important email.
Which means I have no choice but to scroll through my junk mail folder every day. It’s exhausting. I’m a mere human being, with limited strength, but spam comes from bots, who never have to eat, drink, sleep, or take a bathroom break; all they need is a bit of electrical current and steady WIFI, and they can swamp me with offers, warnings, “breaking news,” and Shocking Photos Taylor Swift Doesn’t Want You To See.
Furthermore, these offers recur, by the dozens if not the hundreds, day after week after month, until somehow the bot decides to retire “Train your puppy to go in the toilet” and instead try “Use your ordinary kitchen microwave to make solid gold commemorative Joe Biden coins.”
This can’t go on. I can’t live this way. Something must be done.
So now, finally, I’m going to deal with this endless spam-bombardment by trying the one thing I’ve never tried: I’m going to cave in. Surrender. Say yes to everything. And pray to high heaven they’ll call a ceasefire.
I’m going to “take one teaspoon of this Old World remedy” to eliminate my nerve pain.
I’m going to click to authenticate my account so my messages won’t be put on hold, despite the fact that the instructions aren’t exactly in English.
I’m going to take the quiz to find out which toxic meat Stanford doctors say can infect my urinary system and cause an agonizing UTI just three days after eating it. (Thank goodness it’s multiple choice: Will it be lamb, pork, liver, or jerky?)
I’m going to try the one easy stretch to fix back pain. And the recently discovered one-finger rub. Also the leaching vinegar.
I’m going to chip in $3 to ensure that extremist Republicans are kicked out of office permanently, and another $3 to do the same to the extremist Democrats. And I’m sending in for my free Trump hat.
I’m going to tap into my Genius Wave, which has been linked by NASA to my “Superbrain.”
I’m going to use some holistic glop to eliminate puffy, dark under-eye bags, and “miracle nectar” to help my skin regain its elasticity.
I’m going to take the advice of António Guterres from kpauto.jpr.srv5@marutidealers.com and send Mr. Adam Fletcher my full name, address, phone, occupation, age, driver’s license number, and passport number to collect the $10.5 million that the U.N. is holding for me after they rescued my money from corrupt bank officials.
I also have $10 million coming from Mrs. Juan Henry, director of the anti-fraud unit of the Financial Services Regulation Committee in Abuja, Nigeria, if I just confirm my bank account number.
Also, as soon as I secure a “legal stay of proceed” from the U.S. Supreme Court for just $285, Secretary of State Antony Blinken wants to send me an ATM card loaded with $1,155,000. This makes Blinken, relatively speaking, a cheapskate.
(I’m going to send $10,000 of it to Stephen Adams, who will make me $52,000 in bitcoin.)
I also understand I won the Euromillions Spanish Sweepstake International Lottery Program. And a brand-new free Makita six-piece Combo Kit.
I’m going to go through the three easy steps to earn a real concealed-carry permit.
I’m going to follow the step-by-step “Fatty Liver No More” program to protect my second-most important organ.
I’m going to crush heart attack risk by 51% with purple powder! And lose weight by chewing on the petals of an amazing purple flower.
Also I’m going to try the mysterious mountain tonic made from the “wonder fruit” that burns four times more calories and fat than any exercise.
And just for good measure, I’m going to try the 20-second Costa Rican ritual to lower my blood sugar and burn off 15 unwanted pounds without diets, exercise, or drugs. And the unusual rice method that liquefies fat while you sleep.
Also the forgotten sacred Viking warriors’ “fierce teeth” ritual to shield myself from cavities, decay, rotting, gingivitis, periodontitis, and more.
I’m going to beat the terrifying parasite that’s keeping me from pooping. I’ll also be looking into the “new 10-second bladder fix.”
To avoid poisoning myself, I’m going to “Click here to discover 10 foods you must never stockpile!”
I’m going to add 7.2 inches. I’m going to get rock hard. I’m going to watch the Miracle Shake video today and, as recommended, not show it to my wife.
I’m also going to watch the mysterious 12-second video that gives you 20/20 vision.
And I’m going to check out the prostate-shrinking discovery that left doctors speechless.
I’m getting sticky beans to reverse memory loss.
I’m going to prevent 99.9% of bacteria on my sheets.
I’m going to get 20% off at Bed, Bath, & Beyond, and a $50 gift card. And a $90 AARP gift card. And a $100 Nike gift card. I can also get an iPad Pro from Walmart!
I’m going to try the ingenious new way to learn piano and keyboard.
I’m going to get a portable camping lantern for free. And a legal, reinforced steel tomahawk.
I’m going to activate the “cashew gland” to unlock my brain.
I’m going to Get Rid of Body Odor for Good With the Long-Lasting Power of Lume Deodorant.
The Pope prayed a Divine Prayer to manifest a Lamborghini, and now I’m going to pray it too.
Free plumbing inspection? Or free electrical safety inspection? It’s a Limited-Time Special! I’m going to Choose One!
I’m going to check out the ancient Mystery School secret, a sign from God kept hidden for 5,000 years, the key to the Jesus frequency.
I’m also going to check out affordable burial policies.
I’m going to Complete a Survey for a Chance to Win Big!
I’m going to see if I qualify for a $1,000 line of credit today. No, wait: Some other guys have pre-approved me for $350,000.
I’m going to claim my 36-piece Tupperware set, my portable jump starter, and my chainsaw.
I’m going to assure Harbor Freight, yes, I did receive my package.
I’m ordering me some new legal Cheech & Chong Hemp Gummies, bro.
I’m going to date English-speaking Russian and Ukrainian women.
I’m going to regrow thicker and fuller hair.
I’m going to order the new survival hiking stick that’s flying off the shelves. And the brightest tactical flashlight on the market.
I’m going to drop my blood pressure below 120/80 in just nine minutes.
I’m redeeming, renewing, and extending my Peacock account free of charge.
I’m going to view the short independent documentary about the terrifying reality of the effect of artificial intelligence on Christian society before the video is taken down permanently!
I’m going to pay the $2.64 I owe to “Lowe’s Department.”
I’m sending $1,800 to 1LJsS3xXPx6Qsp9W2Vt9io3wAn5NmCcqbp to keep him from sharing sexy videos of me.
And now, after blithely ignoring 7,428 requests, I’m finally going to get a window consultation from Renewal by Anderson.
Also, regarding the fact that “We Are Only Days Away From A MAJOR TERROR ATTACK,” I’m going to do the only sensible thing: I’m going to click the “Read More” button.
And maybe most important of all, I’m going to お客様のアカウントを維持するため Аmazon アカウントの 情報を確認する必要があります.
Wish me luck.
Doug Brendel lives in Ipswich, Massachusetts, mostly in his junk mail folder. Click “Follow the Outsidah” to track all his adventures.