Spambot of the day
I’m sure there’s an important message here somewhere, if only we could discern it:
Oh how I dear the music punishment from the, everything seemed to be way statesman yeasty than today penalization.
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A blog about political change, among other things
Somehow that just sums it up!
Maybe it’s an anagram?
All your spam are belong to us!
That’s not spam; some Creative Writing major accidentally posted a portion from his new chapbook.
I’m struck by how darn good “statesmanyeasty” would be as a password.
Sounds like word salad to me. I suppose the next stage after artificial intelligence passes the Turing test is artificial mental illness.
The part about “yeasty statesmen” made sense to me.
It’s aliens trying to communicate, nothing else makes sense.
Yes, Daniel in Brookline. The late Richard Holbrooke was a yeasty statesman, right?
My latest harvest of insane spam has been completed – I’ll do an essay and post them soon. I have no particular theory about spammers, but I have noticed they are getting a little closer to the point. Still completely insane and incomprehensible, but not quite as far off as a year or so ago.
I put it through the decoder (i.e. Word’s synonym engine), corrected a couple of omissions and got this:
Oh how I prized the harmony that ruled from the…everything seemed to be [shown] more esteem yesterday than today’s callous [times].
Hard to argue with that.
mizpants: Actually, I was thinking of ‘statesmen’ who only seem to care about raising their dough.
I personally resent anything that puts the words “music” and “punishment” next to each other.
Shame on you Spambot!
Dang! Here I was all depressed with the holiday blithers and, having found a way to hang myself that wouldn’t hurt nor have a chance to leave me Christopher Reeved, I was all set to go and now I find, in the concept of penalized musical yeasty statesmen, a reason to persevere!
I think something must have been lost in translation.
I could have sworn that James Joyce was dead.