I got spammed by John McCain

I have only registered with two web sites with any sort of political agenda: One.org and MoveOn.org. I typically support left-of-center ideals. So, imagine my surprise when a campaign plea from John McCain showed up in my inbox over night. I can't imagine how they got my email address. It could not have been from a site that I visit that is sympathetic to his cause. Could he be so desperate as to have bought large blocks of address lists in hopes of garnering even a tiny bit of additional support today?

This election will hinge on tiny margins in several key states. I hope everyone who is physically and legally able to get out and vote makes the effort today. We are in the worse shape that we have been in since the Depression. Make your voice heard. Regardless of whose brand of solution you are warmer to, speak up. Even if you would rather see a third party in power, vote for them. So many people on this planet do not have the right to speak their mind to those in power. It is both a privilege and a responsibility to do so when you can.

Spam for breakfast

Spam. No, I am not writing about unwanted email. I am referring to the much maligned meat-in-a-can. Spam is one of those foods that I grew up with that both disgusts and attracts me. About once or twice a year I get a craving for the stuff. The traditional mélange of meat and gelatin is high in fat and sodium, which is definitely not good for your health (much less your self-respect).

Yesterday, I was in the grocery store picking up some snacks for my son. He's going on a trip this weekend too, with a bunch of teenagers and a few chaperones from our church. While in the store, I stumbled on the Spam offerings. Yes, multiple varieties. I have been suffering from the craving of late, but had yet to give in. Then, I saw it. The stuff that might satisfy the craving but could subtract at least part of the guilt (but not the shame, mind you):

I bought a can of the lite junk. I put it in the refrigerator last night, since I much prefer the crud cold. This morning, I popped the top of the can. (Sends shivers down your spine, and revulsion through your digestive tract, doesn't it?) To my surprise there was no congealed gelatinous goo surrounding the compressed meat product. And the 'meat' filled the entire can, which did make it more difficult to wrestle out.

I am certain I will regret this, but I am consuming some with breakfast this morning (along with some virtuous oatmeal). It doesn't taste that different from what I remember of the 'Classic' variety, so I'm sure that it will repeat on me in an hour and I'll remember why I only eat this stuff about once a year. (grin)