Over the weekend I received my favorite spam message to date.
I’ve been writing about spam for nearly four years, and because antispam vendors are always eager to share the dregs of what their spam filters catch with journalists to demonstrate their products’ effectiveness,
I’ve seen everything from tricky misspellings to image spam to the latest craze, PDF spam. And we’ve all seen those messages from name-your-favorite-deposed-African-dictator that begs for money. But this one is
different, it simply begs for attention:
Read the latest WhitePaper - IP Surveillance - The Next Generation Security Camera Application
No text in the subject line except the familiar “Re:” As if Mr. Spammer is responding to a message I sent him with no subject
line. Already he’s attempting to get personal.
The message body is neatly typed with no gross misspellings, no images, no frills, but a very big if:
“Hello my friend! I am ready to kill myself and eat my dog, if medicine prices here are bad. Look, the site and call me 1-800 if its wrong. My dog and I are still alive :)”
Love the smiley face at the end.
What makes this spam unlike any other I’ve received is that Mr. Spammer purports to assume I care about his life and that
of his dog. (Although I think he got the order wrong, to be effective he should really eat his dog first and then kill himself.).
Spam lies -- we all know that -- so I don’t really think that Mr. Spammer thinks that I care about him. But his message embodies
yet another phase in the ever-changing life of unwanted e-mail – call it sensitive spam.
Mr. Spammer has gone to some efforts to appeal to my sensitive side and human nature, assuming that I’d rather click the link
than see him die and his dog digested.
Though we are friends, as he told me in his greeting, I’m sadly not that concerned about his life, nor am I looking for extremely
good medicine prices. If the prices are bad and his life is lost, those are really not my issues. And I’m not much of a dog
lover, anyway.
And I start to doubt his sincerity when he tells me to call 1-800 if the prices are bad. First off, if the prices are bad,
he’ll be dead, so why call? And, really, couldn’t he have come up with seven more digits to make that number appear valid?
A little more effort here, Mr. Spammer.
