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Not a damn, damp turd

The emails had tumbled into my spam folder for a while. But their frequency didn’t register, and I mostly ignored them.

Then today, I opened the folder for the first time in days – and saw I’d gotten three or four of the emails.

Each day.

From “Donald J. Trump.” Or “Team Trump,” “ALERT FROM TRUMP” and “I AM DONALD TRUMP.”

Fifteen in four days.

“It’s not about the money,” says one subject line.

Oops, but it is, as more spam betrays: “Five dollars is all it takes” and “What if I told you $12 would win this election?”

I’d given my email address to a previous Trump campaign for tickets to attend one of his rallies. You know, like rubber necking at a car wreck.

I got tickets but the venue filled before we arrived. Campaign spam followed, so I clicked “Unsubscribe” – repeatedly. The emails stopped. Eventually.

“My deadline is today!”

For the record: I’ve never given money to politicians. I won’t give a damn, damp turd to Trump.

“Jeff, PLEASE!”

No, I tell you. No!

Just stop the spam.


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2 Comments

  1. Steve Doyle Steve Doyle

    Ha. I get text messages from Martin Sheen!
    (and a lot of other people).

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