Friday night has come, which means it is time to open the stupidest inbox in the blogosphere. We are going to stay in my backyard for this one, as the majority of the crazies this week are homegrown. By that, I mean the western hemisphere. These appear not to have suffered through Google Translate to arrive. This edition is brought to you by the word cruel and the number 16.
That’s What It’s For
Let’s take on Contestant #1, penning hatemail from Manitoba. It seems Claude was all atwitter over Social Media Privacy Primer. From his hatemail, I was able to discern Claude is quite the social media
butterfly horsefly darling. As luck would have it, he truly knows very little about any of the platforms.
You talk about people reading directions and you don’t know nothing about social media. The only reason twitter exists is so you can let everyone know what you are doing without sending an old fashioned email.”
I am certain there are scores of thousands of marketers who are going to be devastated by the news. No, that is not all Claude had to say.
Its not called mining. it is called phishing. And no body does that on facebook. All you need to keep your stuff private is antivirus software. Just get norton.”
(I am going to pause to let that level of Internet savvy sink into your brain…and turn it to mush.) Just reading his hatemail made me tired. I deemed it entirely worthwhile to Google my fine advisor to see what sort of Internet prowess he did have. Wonder what I found?
Yes, Claude is Facebook (with at least six accounts I can verify) and Twitter. He has a fetish for brunettes, low-riders, Randy Travis and online slots. He likes to fish, but has no where to wet a hook. His ex is still on one of his friends lists. He tweets from ESPN and has no real preference when it comes to sports…whatever is on the homepage will do.
What do you think I sent to our media guru?
I am so pleased to get such good advice about online privacy. I see how well Norton is working for you. When you dedicated Forever and Ever, Amen to Michele, that was really sweet of you. Maybe, she thinks forever is a relative term or the bleach she put in her hair affected her cognitive skills. Or was it just your attraction to her she stripped away with her brown hair color?
I am certain the tennis championships will be better this year, too. Frankly, I think you should stick with hockey. Oh, I know someone who could paint your Acuna. Aren’t the tires more expensive than the whole rest of the truck?
Do you think it was wrong of me to not mention to his new girlfriend he is engaged to someone else on another profile?
While I am more understanding (term used very loosely) of those who are outraged by my words, I am far less tolerant of those who are outraged by my pictures. While the bulk of my illustrations are compliments of the many talented photographers and snapshot shooters who offer their pictures for the world to enjoy, my own photographs are interspersed throughout M3.
Hence, my engagement in the blogosphere tradition of Wordless Wednesday remains limited. Even if I find being completely wordless a near impossibility, I attempt to put as little in the captions as I can in an effort to let the pictures evoke whatever feeling they will. Juan was affected by Wordless Wednesday Progression.
There are days when my thumb is as black as the ace of spades. It is normally not when I am tending my houseplants, and especially not with my kitchen plants. More than an half dozen tropicals, cacti and succulents are content on the counter, breakfast bar and bookcase in my kitchen. (Yes, I have a bookcase in the kitchen.) So, what is Juan’s issue? Meet Contestant #2.
You cant have that real hoya in you house. It grow wild in my country and not like living in a Americans house. You are cruel not living it outside where nature cares for it. but it probably fake any way.”
As I pondered his Brazilian heritage, I realized a plant which originated in a rain forest may well bring Juan some proprietary stirrings. I struggled with precisely what I would tell him, as so many snarky remarks immediately came to mind in response to his few comments.
It is probably best you alert the authorities in your country to find the person who kidnapped this lovely specimen of hoya carnosa. Surely, your country has laws against theft. I am certain the policia will appreciate your conserving your country’s herbological heritage.
Should I be concerned Google Translate has no idea what herbological means?
The Sweetest Pet
In what I can only describe as amazing, there was one person who felt Escape was mean-spirited and cruel. While the M3 Readers enjoyed imagining far off places and leisure-laden days, Crystal was outright angry. Enter Contestant #3.
Many animals were mentioned in the poem. Crystal, a resident of Iowa, had a problem with me mentioning one, however.
Monkeys are mean and nasty. They throw poo and bite. Bears eat people. Why did you put badgers in with your list of animals no one would ever want? badgers have to be the awesomest pet in the world. They are so sweet and loveable. You really have to be a old bitty to think there is anything wrong with badgers.”
Once I quit laughing hysterically, both at her words and the pictures, I carefully poised hands to keyboard.
You know how the public is. They never know how kind animals really are. They are so busy listening to PETA, scientists and wildlife researchers tell them carnivores are mean and hateful because they kill animals to eat their meat. I mean, honestly, if badgers were not sweet, loving little animals (Well, some are big.), why would high schools across the nation choose them as mascots for bone-crushing football teams?
*Note: I could not include her photographs because she and (her?) children were in them all.
MAD, all right.
When I began the feature MAD (Make A Difference), I knew full well there would be those who it would affect more than others. Those with humanitarian tendencies find great nuggets to take away. Even curmudgeons can have their hearts softened when given an example of how to change their worlds.
What makes me shake my head and wonder what keeps the skull from collapsing? Hatemail from John. This Tennessee resident took great offense at Music is Good for the Soul. Observe tonight’s final contestant.
Do you just get off being creul? With all the deaf people in the world you have to be a complete [expletive] to tell people to give music as presents. What about all those people who cant get music instraments? Theres people with no talent who dont need nobody telling them to play music cos they suck at it. Dont write stupid [expletive].”
Kudos, John, for having read the whole post. Since this is the late addition to this edition of Friday Follies, you get to choose the response I send to John.
Finally! I have only been waiting on someone to fire me. I am so sick of writing these insipid posts, day in and day out. I will take your wonderful advice and stop writing anything except the lovely, creative pieces. Thank you for your help! Do you think I should be concerned the M3 Readers actually like the stupid [expletive] and hate the creative pieces?
I know in your part of the country you are inundated with the constant stream of wannabe musicians whose questionable talent would make me wish for more deafness, were I in your shoes. Do you think we should evaluate children as to their musical abilities before we let them listen to music? It worked so well for the United Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR).
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Feel free to give me alternative choices for what I should send John.
I sincerely hope your week has been free of hatemail, untalented music, badgers, stolen plants and social media miners. Thank you for reading the 18th edition of Friday Follies from the stupidest inbox in the blogosphere!
So, which will it be? A, B, C or your submission? Who wins the crown for hatemail this week?