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Friday, March 07, 2014

Spammer, in Hell

I’ve wanted to write this for a long time…



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Melvin Basgump opened his eyes to find himself staring at an impossibly high ceiling. While he was trying to decide whether it was some kind of optical illusion, a face loomed over him. It was a big face, a stout face, much of it taken up by a bulbous nose; a fringe of hair ran around the top of his head. Like a monk, or something.

Bienvenidos, Señor Basgump,” the man said. “I am Tomas—”

“What’s with the Mexican crap?” Basgump sneered. “Speak American.”

The man looming over him looked unruffled. “Ah, but we are not in America.” His accent wasn’t Mexican, more like that guy who played Khan in that Star Trek movie. “Nevertheless, Melvin Basgump. Welcome to Hell.”

“Hell?”

. Your diet consisted of large quantities of what you moderns call ‘junk food,’ high in salt and fat, but low in nutrition. Combined with your propensity to avoid any form of physical activity, an early death was inevitable.”

“Wait, wait,” Basgump stammered. “There has to be some mistake. I don’t belong here. I didn’t do nothing wrong.”

“Ah, are you not aware that gluttony and sloth are both mortal sins? And yet, those in themselves were not sufficient to bring you here, to the place set aside for me. No, you were a career criminal. A spammer, as they say.”

“That’s not illegal!” Basgump protested. “I was running a legitimate marketing enterprise—” a scream of pain cut off his tirade. “My finger! What happened?” He began to sob in pain.

Tomas stepped aside. “Meet my assistant, Miguel.” Miguel was dressed like Tomas, in a simple grey frock, and shared his ugly hairstyle. But Miguel carried a large wooden mallet. “In life, I had many machines to do my work. And now, I have built a new one. When Miguel strikes one of these pegs, it transmits the force of the blow to a single finger. Very precise, no? Fear not, Señor Basgump, each finger will heal instantly, but not soon enough to prevent the deserved pain. Miguel?”

Again, Basgump screamed, as Miguel crushed each finger in turn.

“Now, Señor Basgump, would you like to opt-out your fingers from further mallets?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Very well. Sign here.” Tomas looked at the page. “Miguel! I have a list of ten fresh, verified fingers! One gold real!”

“No!” Basgump screamed, but to no avail. And yet, he continued to scream as the mallet, through the machine, crushed each of his fingers once again.

“Señor Basgump.” Miguel spoke for the first time. “I have constructed an opt-out database, if you would like to join. Yes? Very well, sign here.” Miguel laid the sheet on an adjacent table; the paper caught fire and burned away. “Oh, dear. It seems that my database has been deleted.”

“Nothing for it, Miguel,” said Tomas. “Do transmit another blast of important information.”

“Who are you people?” Basgump panted afterward, his voice already hoarse from screaming.

“As I said, I am Tomas. Tomas de Torquemada. In life, my very name struck terror into men’s hearts, even the innocent. I was zealous for the Law of God, but failed in the weightier matters, such as mercy. Thus was I sent here, to continue the work I did in life—but with more deserving subjects. So let us continue, Señor Basgump. We have all eternity.”

13 comments:

  1. Sheesh, talk about poetic justice! I *like* it! But then again, if everyone got what they deserved, who would 'scape whipping? :D

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  2. Opt-out... yeah, right.

    Nice one, Larry.

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  3. A different, if comparable, Hell Ban.

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  4. Legitimate marketing enterprise. Sure. Give him another whack. Excellent story!

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  5. Banned, ha ha ! I can even hear a Tarantino flick inspired Spanish guitar in the background of this Hell hall. Digging the piece and the reference, Larry!

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  6. LOL opt out, sign here right 'o - Fun story Larry.

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  7. We should send this story to all the spammers out there. Maybe it will teach them a lesson ;).

    Great stuff, Larry. Nothing like a bit of Spanish Inquisition to spice things up.

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  8. A cool concept here. I have always suspected there is a special place in hell for spammers. Now it's confirmed. Like the others, I had to laugh at the false hope of an "opt out" clause. It isn't worth the paper it was written on.

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  9. I think all potential spammers should read this, it just might steer them towards a better way of life. :-)

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  10. Love it! I hope there's a more inner circle for phone spammers.

    The Khan reference made me smile twice -- once because I love Ricardo Montalbon, and once because somewhere out there, someone will think, "Benedict Cumberbatch?"

    The only thing I wonder is, who will punish the inquisitioners?

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Comments are welcome, and they don't have to be complimentary. I delete spam on sight, but that's pretty much it for moderation. Long off-topic rants or unconstructive flamage are also candidates for deletion but I haven’t seen any of that so far.

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