Emergency Intervention Needed
I'm afraid I'm finally going to have to admit it. My father, my dear ole dad, the sire of the Psycho Sensei, has a serious problem. He has, shall I say it, an addiction. There can be no other explanation. I've thought long and hard, trying to come up with a different explanation. As I sit here at Dulles Airport, about to board an aircraft to Albany, listening to a very LOUD woman nattering in Chinese on her cell phone, I pondered this issue, but looking at my in box, I could find no other explanation. An intervention is necessary.
As painful and difficult an intervention is on the entire family, I fear that there is no other response possible. The sheer depth of the addiction defies any other attempts at resolution. There is no other way - the man must admit he has a problem. The evidence is right in front of me.
Email after email filled with BOGUS NONSENSE clogs my in box. Pictures of fat cats that have been circulated more often than Viagra spam. Sappy insipid "brighten up your day" mails, dripping with cliches in colored all caps and bold type. And those horrible "jokes." Yes, those are undoubtedly the worst, and the most telling sign. Missives he calls "jokes" but nobody else finds funny stream their way into my in box at an alarming rate.
And does he take any responsibility for his behavior? Of course not! He told me in a previous email discussing this behavior that he is powerless and "must forward" these things to all and sundry. How dreadfully sad.
Please, help us to intervene before it is too late, and the ISP turns off his access FOREVER.