A Note to Spammers
Congratulations, Russian Spammers! I give up! Uncle!
If your continuous onslaught of SPAM was intended to get a response, here you have it. I have just disabled comments on the venerable Hippo Bone Hair Sticks article. I know how you have loved attaching your advertisements to it, so this must be a sad day in Russia. You have attempted to hawk all manner of offensive products, using the power of the comment button, but the ride is over. I cannot continue to sort through your drivel every day. I am a busy hippo!
When a post’s comments begin to approach a dozen a day from random Russian IP addresses, I suppose it must be time to do something about it. It has not been all bad, though. The degree of gibberish in those “comments” has provided me with hours of entertainment. While I click the “mark as SPAM” button, I have often thought of the machine that must certainly be behind so many poorly written vehicles for Cialis ads.
I’m nearly certain my HBHS post is on some Russian SPAM-this-site page. I have looked for the source, but it is more elusive than the Holy Grail. I found the home of world peace, Atlantis, and the fountain of youth along the way, but I never did find the source of all that SPAM. I don’t know how they do it, but do it they do. They are committed to hitting that page. Well, they were. Not any more!
No longer will our Hippo Bone Hair Sticks post be beleaguered by Russian and Russian-English platitudes with the objective of finding a platform for a hidden link. Hippo Bone Hair Sticks is officially closed to new comments. It saddens me to think of all of you honest readers out there, who have been carefully crafting responses to that post, lo these many months. No doubt, you were just about ready to finally post your perfectly crafted, insightful comments on that classic posting. I am sorry, but this will not be possible. The Russians have ruined it for everyone.
I wonder which post will become the new SPAM target.
Sincerely,
Mister Hippo
Too bad Ronald Reagan isn’t alive. Mister Hippo could’ve discussed with him how best to deal w/ the Russians to resolve this issue in a more peaceful and less exclusionary manner. Now all these Mister Hippo fans will, forever, be unable to discuss Hippo Bone Hair Sticks. It’s a sad sad day in Hippoland.
Mr. Khruschev said we will bury you, I don’t subscribe to this point of view…
Oddly, these comments about the cold war days of Reagan and Khruschev (Joe, I’m trusting your spelling on that one) remind me of simpler times. It is hard to believe that the cold war can inspire a nostalgic mood, but in truth, it sort of does. I know we lived with a difficult international climate in the early 1980s, but think about where we’ve “advanced” to since. The “war” on terror seems so much more tangible and real than the boogey-man under the bed we lived with during the cold war era. Now, we have no more wall in Germany, but we sort of feel the need to build one of our own to keep the terrorists out. Sometimes I feel like a hippo on a rat’s wheel.
Sorry then, make that Khrushchev.
ROFL. It appeared to be correctly spelled the first time!