Russia’s biggest spammer was brutally beaten to death this weekend, and I find that my laments have more to do with the murderers’ failure to film the whole thing pour encourager les autres, and their choice of a spammer relatively unknown in my part of the world, than with the supposed sanctity of human life.

I’d ask, rhetorically, whether this makes me evil, but the truth is that I don’t care. A “yes” wouldn’t change my mind in the slightest, so buggrit.