Not that long ago, I put out our new Comment Rules  for the Redneck Bar and Grill. I didn’t really expect spammers to read them, but it made me feel a little better just to put it into words. Following all the hassle with our site being hacked, I decided that the time had come to clean up the joint. Lame comments and spam have no place here. (Read this post if you need to know why you should upgrade your WordPress installation.)

I figure other bloggers will understand where I was coming from. Most of our readers do. Even if they aren’t “real” bloggers and are just in it for whatever money they can scrounge up by leaving lame comments in an attempt at gaining links for their “niche” sites.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve visited quite a few Dofollow blogs myself in order to promote my other sites.  The thing is, I always tried to find posts on which I had a real comment to give, which involved reading. I also followed the rules, if they were visible, such as using a first name or not using any keywords.  I would end up reading a lot more than commenting, which takes a lot of time but was very interesting.

We deleted several hundred comments this week, a lot of them actual out and out drug spam. I kinda miss the sex spam, it was more interesting to read before deleting. All of these stupid Tamiflu spams are borriinngg! Then we deleted a few that completely broke our rules for this site but seemed like they might be written by actual bloggers. For instance, here is one left by a person named Folders Printing:

I do not agree with this clause you put above

“Keywords are allowed. We have the handy dandy Keyword Luv plugin and we encourage it’s use. However, you need to use this tool properly. I want to see your name, and then your keyword, like this: Johnny@Truck Nuts or Suzanne@Scrap Book Stickers. If your name isn’t first, then forget it! Delete!”

As i have seen so many commenters not following this, they use only their keywords as their name, what about that, you should consider all equally.

Well, Folders, sorry you don’t agree with our rules. Guess what? Too bad. Not only do I not find your comment funny or clever, but you’re parents gave you a really lousy name. Mr. and Mrs. Printing really dropped the ball. I bet with a name like Folders, grade school was hell. But that’s nothing compared to the handle on this next commenter. Lets see what Gestational Diabetes had to say for him (her?)self:

“I like this posting! It helps a lot of people especially those who are suffering from gestational diabetes. Aside from the details mentioned above, are there any other information you can share?”

Gestational, I can’t help but come to the conclusion that your comment was not quite fully developed. It needs to go back into the oven. Your premature typing needs a little more research. For instance, were you aware that virtually the entire post you commented on was pure fiction, conceived by us? It might surprise you to know that a lot of our details “mentioned above” are illegitimate. I suggest you abort your attempts to spam us. Also, there are no any other information we can share.

There were a few others, but Folders Printing and Gestational Diabetes sure took it this week. I’m sure there will be a few more in the spam folder before long.

That’s right it’s another post about the wide world of spam.  Now, I know what you’re thinking; man, he must be completely out of any new ideas at all if he’s going to this well again spam is such a complex topic that I’m certain he has something fresh to say about it.

Back in July, last year, I noted that we felt we had achieved a major goal when we hit the 1000 spam mark.  Little did I know how much we would take off in the time since then.  Just a couple of days ago (okay I’ve been procrastinating battling the weasel flu, it’s been almost two weeks) we surpassed 50 000 spam comments.

I have to hand it to the spammers out there, they are definitely getting more creative.  Some of them take quotes right out of the post, some of them steal our Beer Buddies’ names to try and slip the spam in that way and some of them are even going so far as to steal our Beer Buddies comments and try to pass them off as their own.  That last one I’ve noticed on two separate occasions (coincidentally both times it was a comment by Steve-The Trade Show Guru that got stolen, and his title has been stolen a few times as well [congratulations Steve the spammers like you, they really like you]).  Unfortunately, sometimes when moderating the comments I’m a bit hung-over from too many Blue Beaver Beers tired from working so hard, so I may have let some thieves slip by thinking that they were being witty all on their own.

There has been one unfortunate side effect from all of these spam related shenanigans (spananigans?)  Sometimes people will leave what seems to be a legitimate clever/witty comment but when I click on the link back to their site it will be in some foreign language.  Now I don’t want to seem prejudiced and I’m sorry that I can’t read Esperanto but I just don’t know what your web-site is saying.  It could be inciting everyone to spread total anarchy throughout the world by leaving cupboard doors ajar.  I simply cannot condone such behavior.

Well, there has been a great deal of interest in the whole spam topic.  Many people out there are similarly plagued.  A lot of you had ideas on how to deal with the infestation.  I, however, came up with a plan of my own.

I just packed up everything and moved to parts unknown.  Didn’t leave a forwarding address or anything.  Now these accursed spammers will still be looking for me at my old place.  They’ll never be able to find me where I am; therefore they won’t be able to spam me.  I am certain that this plan is fool-proof.  How could anyone spam my blog if they don’t know where I live?

Just recently, though, I found out that spam-bots aren’t all bad.  I was reading an article in my favourite magazine, Mental Floss, on the subject.  Programmers make CAPTCHAs in order to weed out the bots.  At the same time, however, hackers are programming their bots to be smarter and be able to defeat the CPTCHA’s.  As this process continues to go back and forth the spam bots could eventually achieve true artificial intelligence.

I guess this means that eventually the spam-bots will be able to deluge every single blog out there with a ton of spam all by themselves.  This will give the humans more time to download porn; and that can’t possibly be a bad thing.

Recently, Tim brought something disturbing to my attention.  It seems that The Redneck is being frequently visited by spam-bots.  At first I didn’t see the problem with this because I thought spam-bots were just the machines that work in the factory that produces that wonderfully tasty luncheon meat.  Then I found out that these particular ‘bots were the ones that produce that other kind of spam (or what I like to call tofu) the kind that no one in the whole blog-o-verse enjoys.

Most of the time these annoying little bastards just leave comments about how great amoxicillin is.  Lately, though, they seem to be getting a little smarter.  They are leaving what seem like legitimate comments like, “This is very good advice.  Thank-you.”  This way if I’m not paying close attention I think that they really did read the post and I will approve the comment.  As if that’s not bad enough, these robotic douche-bags are trying to usurp the identities of our Beer Buddies.  I’ve ran across comments that are supposedly written by; Canucklehead, Trade Show Display, Hari, Tammy, Absolutely True and Jean-Luc Picard.  I even found one that used Tim’s name, plus there are several by Harvey Bilchick, who is not actually a real person at all.  However, if I click on the back-link to their site, it becomes readily obvious that these “people” are not who they say they are.  They’re trying to trick me; but, like the saying goes, “I may have fallen off the beer and turnip wagon at night, but it wasn’t last night.”  I wise to you.   Now for any of our Beer Buddies who haven’t had their identities stolen all I can say is, just be patient I’m sure it will happen for you soon enough.

Unfortunately, I’m not really sure how to get rid of these damn, dirty tofu-bots.  If anyone has any suggestions, I’m all ears (which makes my face look really funny).  I will do my very best to weed out these impostors and continue to fight the good fight.  But first, it’s time for a nutrition break.  I’m having spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam.

The Spam-Master giggled insanely as he fed keywords into his Spametrater Deluxe program, rubbing his hands together with glee. “This time I’ll make millions. Millions! Bow down before me, innocent bloggers! I will torment you for all eternity! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Spam is like mosquitoes. Annoying, frustrating, yet you can live with the bastards by crushing them with your mighty Akismet covered Fist of Justice. You never get back all the time you waste hunting down the buzzing little menaces and squashing them like easily squashable things, though. All you get is the amusement and amazement at the contents of the spametry.

Some of it is downright unpleasant. I hesitate to even get into what these foul minded spamheads come up with, and I won’t gross you out by reprinting their mind excrement. Unfortunately, there are those out there looking for what they have, but that’s another story. Some of it is confusing. And some of it is ridiculous, like this one:

to: Admin – If You want to delete your site from my spam list, please sent url of your domain to my e-mail: blah blah blah (removed by me for security reasons)
And I will remove your site from my base within 24 hours
webmastegz

I just don’t get this one. The guy is basically saying, “I’m the a$$hole who sends you all this spammy $hit. You probably are enjoying it immensely and want to thank me. But if by some chance you find it inappropriate, rude or bothersome, simply email me and I will stop forthwith!” If you actually answer the email, he most likely sells your email address on the open market, with Sucker in big letters beside it.

A while back we celebrated how We Finally Made it to 1000 Akismet crushed false comments. Now, we are up to over 14,000 spamtastic comments deleted! And once, I published a little Spametry (yes, that is a word!),compiled from bits I scraped out of the ‘ole Akismet dumpster. I thought I’d pick a few more pieces for everyone’s perusal. Enjoy!

Elizabeth had pretending madness erased
Brock said the deathbed urges him
Witted with and whored
Settler named and crushed grim promise
Duchess were more spectacula
This became but suspicion, as John sipped his followers.

It seems like some mornings I can see poetry everywhere. Why, even the spam in the Akismet filter is written with a haunting rhythm occasionally. If you take the porn and male enhancement products links out of course. Here is a chunk of hauntingly lovely spametry scraped out of the garbage can today:

microfilaria hurled thenabouts quint
verticalness esoterics priceite
momentaneous

That’s pretty enough to almost make you cry. How about this unpolished gem from the wastelands of Akismet?

Transparent folds, and gleaming through them,
shone rich raven beverly lynne lesbian videos.
The late I seem to have received, with full force,
the blow I had given kuyftjupzqk

Now, doesn’t that just make you want to run out and rent some adult oriented movies?  I just wonder how poor old Kuyftjupzqk made out after that terrible blow he received with full force. Now that is not as good as high quality Haiku Poems, but it still has it’s adherents!

A couple days ago, I had to do something terrible. At first I didn’t want to talk about it. I was afraid what others would think if they found out. Now, I’m ready to face the truth. I’m talking about Old Blue, our faithful companion of over a year.old-blue

He was just a little pup when Ernie and I took him in. Old Blue barked for joy whenever we gave him a post to chew on. We didn’t know what to do with him at first; his energy and limitless possibilities were too much for us. I made header images and had him try them on one after the other. Ernie told him stories about real life. As he grew bigger we were forced to get him a bigger hosting plan, since Old Blue didn’t fit into the old one anymore. He howled when we told jokes. Not sure if he liked them or not!

He used to run out and fetch us readers from the google swamp. Sometimes visitors talked to him, and Old Blue really liked it when they scratched him behind the comments. He growled if one of those spammers got too close, though! I took him for walks in the park over by Technorati Town every chance I got.

It doesn’t take long for a critter like Old Blue to grow old. He was starting to get gray around the edges, and his pages loaded a little slower in the morning than they used to. But he still ran out the door every day, looking for adventure. He loved it when Gerri, RT or Captain Picard stopped by to play.

One night, I came home to find him lying on his side, panting. Drool was running out of his mouth. I knew right away what had happened. A pack of 35 spammers lured him in and laid the boots to him. They left their telltale comment marks all over him.

I called the vet right away. Ernie and I hauled the beast down there, only to find out there was no cure. Once the infection set in, there was no way to stop the comments from spreading. We tried blocking the users, but the virus just mutated to a new address. It was heartbreaking. We took him home to live out his remining days in comment moderated comfort. I even let him sleep on the bed.

We gave him posts, and he pinged them, but we knew he was just trying to make us happy. Another spammer came banging on the door, and he couldn’t even get up to growl. He just let out a little whine. We didn’t know what to do. His spirit had been broken, and things just weren’t the same.

I checked in on him one morning while he was sleeping. I pulled Old Blue’s stats up and saw he’d sank even lower. There was barely any traffic, only a couple Google hits per hour. Old Blue was in a coma.

I talked it over with Ernie. We decided we had to pull the plug. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Finally, I worked up the courage and logged on. I pushed the ‘Delete Dog‘ icon, and a popup window appeared. “Are You Sure You Want to Delete Dog?” it asked. “We cannot undo this action. All your dog’s comments and posts will be permanently removed from the server.” My fingers shook on the mouse as I clicked ‘yes’. It was over.

Looking back, I can see that picking any old stray for a companion blog was a bad idea. I should have researched, and looked into different pedigrees. Maybe if we had paid a little more to start with, we would have gotten a pet with a tougher immune system. Thank God we never took a Blogger dog home!

If you read this Hari, I used my Graphire Tablet to draw the pic.