I was a bit worried that I would have nothing to mock this morning because DUMBFUCK was suddenly disinvited from Twitter yesterday for being a testicle-footed penis. It seems Twitter is as incapable of learning as DUMBFUCK is. But then again, as the scorpion said to the tortoise just before they both drowned, “It’s just my nature. You knew what I was when you let me climb on your back.”
DUMBFUCK GOTTA DUMBFUCK.
By which I mean, DUMBFUCK don’t gotta exercise a lick of common sense.
When my daughter got her cell phone, ZombieMom and I sat down and had a talk with her about sexting. Of the several things we covered, one of the most important was this:
Sexting consequence 2
It’s embarrassing. The girl in the photo meant her picture for her boyfriend’s eyes only, but that’s not how it ended up. Once something’s on a cell phone, it can be forwarded, uploaded, downloaded, edited, and passed around the Internet and around the world. While the girl in the photo meant her picture for her boyfriend, if they break up, he’ll still have the photo and can do whatever he wants with it. Sexting consequences have included teens who have attempted suicide, and one girl recently succeeded in taking her own life because her photo was forwarded to everyone in her school. Nothing is worth that type of embarrassment. Ever.
Consider where the ultimate responsibility lies when a naughty picture escapes onto the Internet. There was a recent scandal regarding several celebrities’ phones being hacked and nude pictures leaking into the internet. Snapchat’s business model rests on the idea that whatever a user sends is auto deleted after a few seconds from the destination device, but what is left unsaid is that all messages and images go into, and are permanently stored on, Snapchat’s internal servers.
There are only three ways to keep potentially embarrassing photos offline:
- Don’t take the photo in the first place;
- Don’t store it on a hackable device;
- DON’T EVER SEND AN EMBARRASSING PHOTO TO ANY THIRD PARTY, BECAUSE YOU LOSE ALL INFLUENCE OVER WHERE IT GOES NEXT.
Middle school girls know this. Internet investigative journomalistic DUMBFUCKS do not.
In my email yesterday I found a photo. The sending address was obviously fake, and the message was signed Mort in Maryland.
The photo wasn’t particularly graphic; certainly nothing illegal. I can tell you that I wouldn’t want to see a picture of my wife in that state circulating around the Internet like a Kim Kardashian video. Sure, she’s two weeks from dying, but it looks more like two minutes. I think only a sadistic sociopath would want to even TAKE that picture, much less keep it. If someone over the age of 7 gave me this picture as a gift for me to cherish, I would have to question their sincerity and they would probably spend the next several weeks eating through a straw.
But anyway…now I’ve got this photo, taken in room 411B, the woman in the photo with such a frail, put-the-camera-down-you-sick-fucking-ghoul expression, the partial finger obscuring the left side of the lens…really, really sad on so many levels. What should I do about it?
I could post it right here and now. That would be fun, watching it try to spin that “THIS IS NOT MY FAULT!!” will be hilarious. Especially since I know even more about this photo than I am saying here.
Instead, let’s do this: as far as I know, there has been no obituary published, and every obituary needs a photo.
So, if DUMBFUCK would care to continue its madness, I may visit several regional newspapers, money orders in hand, and buy big, flowery obits in its name. And oh, the charitable organizations I could name in lieu of flowers!
On the other hand, if it stops…I won’t have any FUN.
But we already know that’s not an incentive. Neither is the notion that it wants to keep that photo private. It sent THE SAME PHOTO in separate emails to separate destinations. Do you think it knew that by doing that it was robbing itself of the ability to identify which of its harassment targets passed it on to me through back channels?
I’ll bet a year’s pay it didn’t think of that, because DUMBFUCK!!!
And now it’s over a barrel. To paraphrase DUMBFUCK, I hope it doesn’t force me into doing something unpleasant, because my options are limited.