I have an ethical dilemma and need some Midnight.
Dear Mr Midnight
I keep getting these sensational offers emailed to me from Nigeria offering me untold wealth for little effort or outlay on my behalf. It sounds very attractive but I suspect that it might be too good to be true and possibly a little on the dodgy side.
With that in mind, I have replied to a number of these offers using a work colleagues email address and contact details. Coincidently, he seems really cranky and pissed with the world recently.
To be fair he is English and his name is Dave so his disposition is not too far from the ordinary. I must confess that I have also subscribed him to a number of adult websites over a number of years… I’m pretty sure he may have simple urges and tendencies that he is not being totally honest with himself so I figure he’d appreciate it as a helpful push towards coming out of the closet with these daily emails sent directly to his office computer.
Still it raises the ethical dilemma Mr Midnight of the rights or possible wrongs of web subscribing others even if your motivations are in good faith. Being a rabid subscriber of services yourself, and a wanton footnoter to boot, I would be curious to know your position on this. Rgds, The Saturday.
Dear Archbishop Lunatic Mister Saturday,
How long have we known each other? No, really… is it 25 years? 27? In fact, we first met back in grade 4, so we’re actually talking 30 or 31 years by now. That’s how long we’ve known each other.
And in all that time, in aaaall those 30 or 31 years, have I ever felt like you wouldn’t trade me to professional organ harvesters just because it would be mildly amusing to see the look on my face when they turned up with the buckets of ice to keep my organs fresh?
No, aha ahahaha, I have never felt that way [1].
So, does it come as any sort of surprise or shock that you’ve subscribed a mate’s work email address to people running a Nigerian / 419 Scam? No, it only surprises me that you didn’t drive them from the airport to his place and tell them which room he and the Mrs were sleeping in, before creeping away and chuckling about how, “Wow, won’t they be surprised when they get woken up and taped and bound and smuggled in a shipping container to Liberia! Heh heh heh!”
So, I have this theory that you knew it was technically (and not so technically) a Bastard Act to do this to your poor mate Dave, and I only hope you have the decency to explain to his future widow that it was only meant to be a joke and who knew he was going to fly to fucking Nigeria because he thought the offer was real?
Don’t do it again or we’ll have your remaining fingers broken.
Murray @ Midnight