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Interview With a Spammer
Shipud writes "The NYTimes interviewed Richard Colbert, under the title of 'Confessions of a SPAM King'. Richard talks about one-time credit cards,
WiFi, 'good' vs. 'bad' spam and more."
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I was born in Decatur, GA on January 25, 1972 to Richard Dennis Colbert (Sr.) and Deborah Mae Colbert (Williams). In 1976 my father left my mother, as he has since told me it got so bad that it was either leave or kill her (and he had already planned out her murder).
In 1978 I was forced to have sex with a woman (not to be named) while I had a loaded 357 Magnum to my head.
Throughout my childhood from 1978 (age 6) to 1985 (age 13) I was repeatedly physically and mentally abused and at the age of 13 (in 1985) I was placed in State Custody in Georgia. Between the ages of 13 & 17 I was bounced around between more than a dozen group homes, foster families and shelters. At 17 I was placed in a group home in Cedartown, GA where I was repeatedly physical and sexually assaulted by members of the staff. After more than 30 times of running away from this group home and going straight to the police to report the offences I was placed in Northwest Georgia Regional Mental Hospital for three months. While there I tracked down my father in Texas whom I hadn't seen in over 12 years, after learning of my demise he fought the state of Georgia to get custody of me. When he won, I was removed from the hospital, taken to Atlanta and put on a bus to Texas. Due to the enormous span of time we had been apart and the horrific child hood I had endured so far we did not even come close to getting along. After a few short months I left and went back to Georgia to live with my mom (boy was that a huge mistake). As I am sure you can guess that didn't work either. Subsequently I hitchhiked across the country for a couple of years and then in Jan. of 2001 I went into the US Navy. Right after boot camp I met Angela Marie Canatarro. She was the apple of my eye and three weeks after meeting I asked her to marry and she accepted. Three weeks after that she got stationed in San Diego, CA and I got stationed in Virginia Beach Virginia. For 8 months we didn't get to see each other until finally I got myself thrown out of the Navy. The Navy put me on a bus back to Atlanta, as soon as I got their I hitchhiked to San Diego in 3 days. When I arrived at her base her two roommates met me at the gate. On the way to the barracks they informed me that she was on Base Restriction. They wouldn't tell me why, but they did tell me that she cheated on me with three different guys during our 8 month separation. Needless to say I went off on her and called of our wedding. A couple days later she called me at my hotel and begged me to take her back. I went to the base to talk to her, when I got their her two roommates again met me at the gate and told me why she was on base restriction. As it turns out she pawned the wedding set I bought her and had her roommate that had moved out earlier that day arrested for stealing it. Well I went off on her again, however a few days later I took her back again. Shortly after that she developed a sever case of the measles/mumps or something like that. While she was in the hospital I went to see her and she told me it was over, that she never wanted to see me again. I walked out of the hospital, went back to my hotel and checked out and caught the bus to LA. For the next year I went from LA to Las Vegas to Atlanta to Key West to Fort Lauderdale. Once in Fort Lauderdale I spent the next two years on the streets (homeless). Finally in 1995 I met a Doctor (a man) who I really liked and moved in with him (as his lover). Four months later (in January of 1996) I moved in with Richard Barboza a man that I had known for over three years and whom I liked even more. Three years after moving in with Richard I started working for a guy in Coral Springs, FL. He sold custom built computers over the internet and used Bulk Email to promote his business. While I was working for him, building/shipping the computers and doing tech support, I picked up how he was Bulk Emailing. Shortly after learning to Bulk Email I went to work for one of his friends and began sending out massive amounts of Bulk Email for numerous customers. In 2001 I qui
Yeah, Like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them. 'Give me five bees for a quarter', you'd say. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah...the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war; the only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
Exactly, homeless people now have too much pride. They act as if I am part of some conspiracy of people with homes, cars, and education to keep them down. Shame is a powerful motivator, so is guilt, and remorse. We have lost tragedy in this age of meaningless equality, when instead we should be striving for freedom.
An Education is the Font of All Liberty