Brad Messer Commentary
Things are going my way.
A caller interrupted dinner last night. I was a lucky guy, he said. I had been selected to maybe have his company make my house payment for a year.
An email arrived, with a wondrous scheme to make certain body parts larger just by taking a pill. Lucky me.
Commercials are okay if I invite them. Newspaper ads, radio and TV spots, I know they are there and I let 'em in. But I resent sales pitches that hijack my time without asking. Telemarketers and spammers are not much better than street thugs. They mug me for time.
You folks send a lot of email to me and Trey, Eliza, Jack, Ricci, Carl, the Boss and all of us here. We appreciate the personal email. You take your valuable time to communicate with us, we're thankful that you care.
I'm afraid a chunk of real email gets tossed out with it by mistake, because there's so much spam. It is deceptive, intrusive and increasingly disgusting in content. On my @ktsa.com address I'll bet 95 percent of my email is spam, and on my @bradmesser.com address maybe 50 percent.
Now I've been contacted by a fellow in Nigeria, wanting to give me millions of dollars if I'll just let him use my bank account number for a short time.
I knew if I waited long enough something believable would come in that spam.
Brad Messer commentary, KTSA.