You may repost them. My posts are naked without your comments. I need comments to feel loved. Really.

The spammers out there need to get a taste of their own medicine. We need to find out who they are and spam the heck out of their inboxes and blogs and MySpace accounts and whatever else that can be spammed. And then we willl spam their loved ones. Yes, even the old men, women, and children. No one will be spared. Not even Michael Jackson and Kashif Memon. Only then will justice be served.

There’s all this talk about the War on Drugs and the War on Terror, but what about the War on Spam? I’m pretty sure spam causes more misery in the daily lives of the American people than some ex-Taliban guy in some village outside of Kabul that can’t read.

We keep getting spam because out of the 1,000,000 people that receive the same message, some idiot will believe that he can enlarge his you-know-what with a pill marketed through a horribly misspelled ad.

I wonder if and when humanity will save itself from such stupidity. Sadly, we’ll keep getting spam until such stupidity is eliminated.

Okay, back to work I go.

Inspired by my brother’s blog, I started it after my junior year of high school as a way to document my life and share my random thoughts. So many memories. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to access my old posts from before the re-launch (March 2007) of lungis.com, but I’m still trying to get that figured out. I’ll be devastated if I lose them. Seriously.

I gotta give my brother mad props for being the first person I know to have a blog. I mean, how many of you even knew what blogs were in 2001? Exactly.