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Saturday, August 06, 2005

Brainy Smurf in search of three stooges

As scam e-mails go, it was my favourite.

You know what I'm talking about, the desperate plea from a 2/3 world country, tales of woe, but sweetened with the promise of $ 6,ooo,ooo U.S. or some outlandish sum, sitting in a bank account, ready to divvy up, if only you hit the reply button. If if seems too good to be true, it probably is.

At least deleting scam e-mails serves the useful purpose of limbering up the fingers of my right hand for the day. I decided to click on one, just to see what the latest story was. Right away, I was surprised that this one wasn't typed in some sweltering cybercafe in Lagos, Nigeria, but instead it came from Abidjan, Ivory Coast. Having lived in Abidjan for four years, it was no surprise to read names like "Koffi" and "Kouame," but the name of the deceased richer than "The Donald" American who made all this possible was surprising. Who was this poor Yankee Abroad who met an untimely death, leaving all his loot behind? Why, none other than Brainy Smurf.

Now if Barney Rubble had died, I might have taken the bait. I mean, surely Barney must have squirreled away at least some of the royalties from all those "Flintstones" re-runs, maybe hidden in Wilma's hairdo? But Brainy? Truth be known, he's kind of the
conscience for the Smurf clan, but not well-liked. (On the other hand, that could provide us with a clue why someone iced him in an obscure West African country, someone tired of his moralizing...but I digress). In any case, he doesn't seem like the Smurf with the Midas touch.

Pity the poor soul who swore off Saturday morning cartoons, and now is wondering why her millions never came.

UPDATE: Here's an illuminating article on Nigerian e-mail scams.

2 Comments:

At 2:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I noticed that you used the European spelling of "favorite". Have you ever been there?

 
At 3:06 PM, Blogger The Paces said...

HaHa! I too received one of these shams not too long ago. Thanks for your insite. I am a soon to be a cross-cultural church planter, not sure where yet though. Thanks for your perspectives! Phil

 

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