I drop them where they belong, yea even into the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.
I offer, instead, the Poptarts of the Apocalypse to the next poster.
DIE SPAMMERS DIE
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin