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Well, I found out what that software is, that kept trying to down itself to my computer. A porno site – some sort of auto-dialer. It kept popping up, closing my windows, trying to start a download. I kept clicking no and cancel, and finally I accidentally clicked Yes. A thumbnail dirty picture appeared on my desktop, and the thing started hitting my modem, like an alien creature trying to slither into some guy’s spleen.
That’s what these pornographers are – they’re parasites. No better than the fleas that try to get on our dogs. We have flea control products to kill those bloodsuckers, and we need something just as prefunctory for the pornographers.
Trace ’em, find ’em, shoot ’em in the head. We’ll all be happier when they’re dead. Just a modest proposal for their summary disposal.
Metaphor 