Sliding down the waterfall of diaries,
A useless solution goes unnoticed and rejected
Voices barely rise above the din
And we have reached critical mess
In hindsight, after all that is left of America
After the left left thier posts behind and let Democracy fail,
We will realize that the Anti-Spammers, those Anti-Americans, THOSE HEATHEN POLITE MOTHERFUCKERS!
Are the ones to blame for our demise
As the children starve,
As Paul Hackett concedes,
We shall mourn the loss of Democracy, as the fraudsters quietly regroup and try to dig up obscure facts of where the right went wrong, and on what date, and in what miniscule detail! And in dark corners of little used diaries they try to reach out and commiserate to THE ANTI-SPAMMERS. But branded as the fraudsters are, the anti-spammers have dealt us our deadliest blow. They shall be forever caged and reprimanded, that henious thing that no mother would EVER WANT HER CHILD TO BE -
One of the miserable lot of the Anti-Spammers that destroyed America.
But alas, all that is left is textual sludge smeared across spinning platters of magnetic debris and streaming electrons across a golden age of progressivism that heaved it's last gasp of effort but was thwarted -
BY THE ANTI-SPAMMERS.
We mourn the loss of SusanG, so distraught that she took her own digital life and hung it on the boards for all to see. We weeped at her last gasps. But there was nothing we could do, for the Anti-Spammers held us back as we tried to pull her down. "NO SUSAN!, NO" we cried, but the Anti Spammers formed a ring around her dying digital force and would not let us administer our aid. We wept as Jesus did in the Garden of Gethsemane, we wept blood and trembled.
Because by that point it was too late. Out poor America had died.
May the Anti-Spammers hang thier heads in shame for such a terrible fate they have delivered to our doorstep.