I LOVE SPAM
Recently on Squatlo-Rant
there was a post concerning spam comments that seem to be piling up in the spam
cache of his blogs. From other peoples inputs
on the post it seems that most bloggers are having the same problem. I checked my own spam cache for the first
time and found that anonymous
absolutely loved my post and that anonymous
has a web address that is a loan company.
After deleting the crap I
went back and looked at the image Squalo had imbedded in his post, and the
resulted was a mental road trip back through my childhood.
I LOVE SPAM, but my wife
won’t let me eat it. She is convinced
that it is made from crap parts of meat that is not healthy. I don’t care: I STILL LOVE SPAM.
I remember my grandmother
making eggs over easy, fried Spam, grits and fried toast (Wonder Bread) for me
on Saturday mornings. I remember eating
fried Spam sandwiches (fried Spam between two pieces of Wonder Bread spread
thick with mayonnaise – yum yum.)
And just so you know: I believe anything you eat can
be improved with mayonnaise – however I haven’t been able to convince my wife
that mayonnaise belongs in the bedroom.
Does anyone remember
Prem? It looked like Spam but had a
different consistency and taste sweet (like maple cured ham.)
Anyway, Spam has taken a bad
rap. It has now been linked with junk
mail. It is bad enough that in this
country Spam as food is looked on with contempt, now it also carries the image
of fakery and conceit. We should
change the name of these robo-created, unwanted internet intrusions.
There are so many other names
we could attach that would be apropos.
We could call them: Citizens United Communiqués; Job Creating Observations;
Corporations are People Too Inputs; Chamber of Commerce Comments; Commentary
Privatization…
Oh well, my wife is calling
me to breakfast. She has made Oatmeal –
yum yum.
the Ol’Buzzard
