Proclamation From Your (Future) Overlord, Part 2

When I become Lord Supreme Ruler of Everything (applications for Australia are still available, but Algeria still goes to my cats as a litterbox), my second proclamation shall be as follows:

Be it hereby known that, henceforth, any software developer whomsoever shall programmeth a web site registration system that blindly and trustingly accepts any email typed into the "What is your email?" box and immediately starts Spamming that email without verifying (by any of several methods) that the person who typed the email address actually owns said address shall be slowly and painfully tortured to death, but only after they are stripped naked, painted purple, and forced to pole-dance atop a harpsichord whilst singing "I'm the worst developer in the whole world" in the key of G-minor. For my entertainment. And any of my minions who may wish to look on. (Seriously, Australia! How can you pass this up? Apply to be my loyal minion and you might get Australia!)

I'm just going to go ahead and cut this because I know before I even type the first line that it's going to get long and extremely snarky and ranty. I'll try to curb my penchant for devolving into a string of pejoratives and expletives. Really.

And I promise to make it as humorous as I can. :)

( Clicky. Or not. )

Rant over. :)