Would You Buy an Academic Degree From tmjrktkrfqqbqd@hotmail.com ???
The e-mail promises “Diplomas from prestigious non-accredited universities based on your present knowledge and life experience.” Well, I figure -- for myself, I want a doctorate at the very least. “Call 1-206-984-0021.” Hmmm. A number in Washington State. Would I have to rent a cap and gown and go out for the ceremony?
Not likely. The process takes only two weeks. And, “If you qualify” – and I wonder, who doesn’t? – then there are “no required tests, classes, books or examinations.” What a deal!
Thank you, Yvonne Fournier, for alerting me to this amazing opportunity. The internet directory says your phone isn’t listed. Is it a cell? What a concept: “Cell Phone College @ hotmail.com!”
Still, I offer grudging congratulations. What Yvonne is up to must be working to some degree. (Note bad pun). Her “GIF” file, pasted somehow over a raunchy text, makes it past the spam filters. A sample of the underlying, and at first invisible, deathless prose which I found only when I tried to highlight and copy the poster-like ad for diplomas: “Not bad when you consider the bastard weighed at least fifty pounds.” Straight out of a “prestigious non-accredited university.”
I didn’t call the West Coast number, so I don’t know the cost at the “Bachelors’, Masters,’ MBA’s, Doctorate, & Ph. D.” levels available from Ms. Fournier. But I do wonder who the customers are. I wonder what they’re thinking, feeling, hoping, fearing. What motivates them? Do they call out of desperation? Or cynicism? Or naïveté?
On the other hand, I’m pretty sure I know what motivates Yvonne Fournier and her pals.
Not likely. The process takes only two weeks. And, “If you qualify” – and I wonder, who doesn’t? – then there are “no required tests, classes, books or examinations.” What a deal!
Thank you, Yvonne Fournier, for alerting me to this amazing opportunity. The internet directory says your phone isn’t listed. Is it a cell? What a concept: “Cell Phone College @ hotmail.com!”
Still, I offer grudging congratulations. What Yvonne is up to must be working to some degree. (Note bad pun). Her “GIF” file, pasted somehow over a raunchy text, makes it past the spam filters. A sample of the underlying, and at first invisible, deathless prose which I found only when I tried to highlight and copy the poster-like ad for diplomas: “Not bad when you consider the bastard weighed at least fifty pounds.” Straight out of a “prestigious non-accredited university.”
I didn’t call the West Coast number, so I don’t know the cost at the “Bachelors’, Masters,’ MBA’s, Doctorate, & Ph. D.” levels available from Ms. Fournier. But I do wonder who the customers are. I wonder what they’re thinking, feeling, hoping, fearing. What motivates them? Do they call out of desperation? Or cynicism? Or naïveté?
On the other hand, I’m pretty sure I know what motivates Yvonne Fournier and her pals.
posted by David at 11:15 AM
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