As a blogger I get some interesting spam. Hard to believe, but some people don’t like me. The vast majority however, is advertising or perhaps some secret coded thing from the NSA. Relax people, I’m a terrible code breaker. Your secrets are safe with me. I only speak English, a smattering of pig latin, and a few bad word in foreign languages.

Some spam is quite romantic, but so disconnected it rivals a bad pick up line by a 2AM drunk in a cheap bar. Cialis ads can be quite funny after they’ve been fed through somebody’s automated translator. Also, buy in bulk?? Why would anyone buy Cialis in bulk? Never mind, I don’t even want to know.

I got this bit of spam today that I rather enjoyed:

“For some reason, I can’t see all of this blog, stuff keeps hiding? Are you utilising something crazy?”

Yes, absolutely! I am utilizing ME. Hence the name insanitybytes. Bats in the belfry, totally blinkered, stark raving mad. Delusional, brainwashed, prone to erratic mood swings, hearing voices, and back talking my own spam. What’s your point?

“Awareness is the enemy of sanity, for once you hear the screaming, it never stops.” -Emilie Autumn

For those who don’t know Emilie Autumn is a glam/rock, Victorian/punk kind of girl who wrote her autobiography, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls. Bi-polar disorder, too.

Just pondering the whole concept of tolerance today and they way it can have a rather cruel edge. Is it really kind and tolerant to give support and praise to someone like Miley Cyrus dancing half-naked with her teddy bears? Isn’t it sometimes much kinder to say “girl, put your clothes back on, there’s something wrong with your brain?”

I was watching a couple of guys bragging about the size of the gauges they’re going to be stretching their ears around. Everyone thinks this is so cool, look at these guys they’ve got giant wing nuts implanted in their ears. But is that really kind? Should we not be saying, “Dude, stop poking holes in yourself for a moment, I think there’s something wrong with your brain.”

Tolerance is really an odd duck. Sometimes I think we’ve become so open-minded our brains have fallen out. And rather than being a loving thing, it’s become a form of cowardice that holds us back and prevents us from speaking common sense into the ears of those who need to hear.

aslan