Oh my, what are those spam comments for? I received ten spam comments overnight and I erased all of them a while ago.
Spam comments are even rampant on Facebook and they paste them on religious sites too. Bitcoins, what are they for except to lure unsuspecting individuals who believe in instant money.
Today we celebrate the Feast of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary in the Catholic calendar. I shared a photo of Mama Mary on my wall at Facebook and a short write-up on why I venerate her.
Last night, I reread one of the two books that I have of Rod McKuen. His words are always inspirational. They are like a balm to my heart. I wish I could find more of his books.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
Spam seems to be on the increase again. Luckily, WordPress appears to be catching most of it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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So glad we have Akismet 🙂
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Hi Arlene, I get spam comments by the thousands. WordPress usually bumps them to a spam folder before I ever see them. I’m amazed when I look at the folder and see the numbers. What is sad is some ‘real’ comments end up there, and I never see them because they become swamped in the the number of spam comments.
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I get them that much too total
but I check my dashboard every day now so they never stay long in the spam folder. I delete them as soon as I see there is spam. Never bother to read them.
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I should check every day. I know that some comments are put there that aren’t spam, but there are so many I miss them. If I checked every day as you do, I would catch it.
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You can check them before or after posting.
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I need to do that…I checked after reading your post and there were thousands.
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Arlene, your Rod McKuen book brought back memories. My Papa and Mama liked his poetry. Advent blessings to you and your family!!
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Oh really? Wow! I just love Rod McKuen 🙂 May you always be blessed too Virginia.
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