By Patsy R. Brumfield/NEMS Daily Journal
Look at this. I have not altered it in any way:
I am Edwin Bradley the finanicial controler of Nothern Bank and i am offering a legal business proposal of about $92million, please do reply with mobile number for more details.
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Do you get these kind of e-mails?
I do, all the time.
Certainly, some are much more elaborate and usually from a Nigerian prince, who’s in serious hot water and has to get out of his country fast to avoid execution or some such perilous fate.
Usually, I hit the delete button. But this one was so brief and typographically ridiculous that I could hardly see any part of it that was believable.
Oh, I know, you’re saying: Patsy, nobody believes this junk and we all laugh about how stupid it is.
Yes, we do laugh about it.
But I suspect somebody believes it among the zillions of e-mail recipients.
The U.S. Secret Service is in charge of investigating this kind of crime, called “advance fee fraud.”
Do not respond, USSC insists. If you do, these unscrupulous people will continue to e-mail you in an attempt to harass or intimidate you.
USSC recommends that you just hit the delete button. Just sayin’…
Frankly, on its face, the e-mail asking for your help with a financial transaction is not a crime in itself.
But if you’ve lost money to these hoax-sters, you should contact your local USSS field office. In Mississippi, the number is (601) 965-4436.
It makes me think of my late, beloved mother, who actually believed she had won the Publisher’s Clearinghouse Sweepstakes.
She sent back all those mail responses, and of course, she ordered a magazine, just to make sure she would be among the eligible contestants.
On the morning of the winner’s announcement, she arose and got herself all dressed up because she’d seen those TV commercials where they come to your door with cameras and a big ole check proclaiming your massive winnings.
She sat around her house, and she waited, and waited and waited.
It wasn’t until hours after darkness fell that she came to some realization that it wasn’t going to happen.
That must have been quite a sad moment for her. I am sorry it happened.
But she was also the woman who talked to telemarketers “because I feel sorry for them,” she told me.
Lord, whatever you have in mind for me in my old age, please don’t let it be like that.
You’ve already made me a sucker for my absent daughter’s little white dog – something I had no intention of inflicting upon myself.
Please do not completely release this hardened shell I’ve worked on so hard these long, long years.
Patsy R. Brumfield writes a Thursday column for the Daily Journal. Contact her at email@example.com.