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“Oh spam,” as Weird Al once sang. Yes, it’s a messy blend of uneatable, unidentifiable meats held in the shape of a cube by congealed pig fat and globs of grease. Equally as disgusting is its alternative definition; the crap that sneaks into your email in a sad, futile attempt to sell you something you have absolutely no interest in. Everybody hates spam. I know of nobody who openly invites spam into their system, and I dare you to find me one person who sits at their computer in anxious anticipation for that penis enlargement ad from South India.