Poetic justice. Sweet, poetic justice.
I have been monstrously plagued by automated and real comments that aren't... well, real. You know the kind:
"I was recommended this web site by my cousin. I'm not sure whether this post is written by him as no one else know such detailed about my difficulty. You are amazing! Thanks! See my [totally unrelated and entirely bogus] webpage > something stupid you don't want or need."
I get at least a dozen of these a day. Sometimes I can get that many in an hour. Just writing about this probably will trigger the offenders' sensors and earn me hundreds more unwanted comments on this very post.
That's why I moderate comments. That's why I probably will always have to monitor comments. I wish I didn't have to, but I don't want that garbage anywhere on my blog.
Right before Christmas, I received a new comment from a frequent flyer, one who hits me several times a day. Every day. Normally the comments are word for word identical. This one was different.
This time, the faker, the jerk, the person I wish would lose internet connectivity permanently, wrote that he apparently had accidentally triggered the "notify me of comments" button and was getting four email notifications for every single comment on my blog. Would I please turn it off?
No way, Dude! You got yourself into this mess! May your armpits be infested with the fleas of 1,000 unwanted emails! Per hour!!!
Take that. Yeah!