The Qatari Investment Scammer

They are the worst of the worst. Scum, walking the earth, with no morals, no scruples, no lines they won't cross, no promise they won't break. No, we're not talking about the Republican Party of the United States, though I can see why you would think that. No, I speak of course of that vile lot we call homo sapiens spammeritis irritatingus. Otherwise known as internet scammers. The following came through my email recently, with an internet address suggesting it was coming from Africa. Last I checked, Qatar is not in Africa. 

Warm Greetings,

I trust this message finds you in good spirit and health.

We are an investment and asset management firm based in Doha - Qatar, possessing over two decades of experience in the financial sector and we are contacting you to inquire whether you have any current projects or ventures that require financing.

Our investors are open to providing private loans and engaging in capital partnerships across a diverse range of sectors which includes, but are not limited to, Startups - Projects - Contracts - Expansion - Acquisitions in all sectors of works and any of these related business ventures such as Energy - Renewable and Bioenergy, Power Sectors, Oil & Gas, Construction, Automobiles, Agriculture, Forestry & Fishing, Acquisition, Health Sector, Stock Speculation, Communication Services, Real Estate, IT (High-Tech. and Bio-Tech.), Education Sector, Hospitality, Technology, Transportation, Mining, Maritime, Tobacco and Manufacturing, Pharmaceuticals, Business and Trade Finance... Etc.

Our investment platform and strategy is centered on supporting enterprises characterized by robust management teams and innovative business models and we maintain a keen interest in companies with a demonstrable track record of success, as well as high-growth potential startups.

We would be pleased to learn more about your business operations and objectives should your company align with our investment criteria. We would therefore anticipate your immediate response to this email at your convenience to arrange an introductory call to discuss your specific financing needs and explore potential partnership opportunities.

Moreso, we welcome any referrals to associates or partners who may be seeking financial support as we offer a certain percentage (1% precisely) of the loan as commission to agents / brokers / consultants who introduce clients to us.

We anticipate the possibility of a mutually beneficial collaboration between our firm and yours.

Kind Regards,

Mohammed Abdullah.

Investment Consultant

Industry Investment Group

Sigh. This is quite random. Like the half a million other random emails they send this nonsense out to. First, I'm not in any business. And if I were, I wouldn't accept business proposals from random idiots who send this out of nowhere. They write this in true spammer form letter style- over the top formal, using the sort of vernacular you'd expect out of investment people (who have no soul to begin with. Honestly, they're as bad as bankers)

They spew all of this nonsense, hoping to get someone dumb enough to believe it, or at the very least respond. Because if you reply back and tell them to go fuck themselves (very tempting), that's when they can really get started hacking you. I remember speaking with someone who's in IT at my workplace. He agreed that it's tempting, but doing so is practically inviting the spam and malware. So best to just report it as phishing, delete, and be done.

Because this isn't a real investor. This is a scammer, out to take your money.

And they never learn. No matter how many times they're ignored, or ridiculed in a venue like this. They just never learn.

They persist, until they find that one person gullible enough to believe them.

And then they proceed to ruin their day, or ruin their life.

It never ends. In an ideal world, this person, whoever they really are, would be standing right on the slope of this canyon at the right moment. Or the wrong moment, at least for them.

All Hail The Infernal Summer

 Summer arrives this week, and I will be glad to see it end. At any rate, I have an image blog for the occasion.

A Day In The Life Of A Cat

And now it is time for the perspective of the divine being we know as the cat, for she must always have the last word in everything.

7:05 AM. Waking up. Slept exceedingly well. Dreamed of vast fields of catnip.

7:07 AM. Examining the exterior from the back of the couch. Flying lunches out singing and pecking around at the grass.

7:12 AM. Waiting on the staff to get down here and make me some breakfast. After all, attending to my wants and needs should be her first priority of the day.

7:20 AM. The staff finally gets downstairs. It's about time, staff, I was starting to wonder. Now then, have you put any thought into seeing to my breakfast?

7:22 AM. Explaining to the staff about my specific breakfast requirements. But as usual, she's not listening, because she's taken out that bag of field rations.

7:24 AM. The staff puts down a plate of tuna and a bowl of milk. These I approve of.

I do not approve of the bowl of field rations.

7:26 AM. Walking away after finishing the tuna and milk. Have ignored the field rations. Will let the staff have her breakfast in peace and quiet.

7:33 AM. Somewhere off in the distance I hear the barking of that foul hound from down the road. Just as long as he doesn't come here, or there'll be hell to pay...

7:40 AM. The staff is off, going to that work place she goes to five days a week. Staff? We're running low on milk, just saying.

7:43 AM. Watching the staff's departure from the driveway.

Now, what shall I get up to today?

8:02 AM. Watching the Weather Channel. They're predicting thunderstorms for late in the night.

This may result in zoomies.

8:30 AM. In the general direction of the woods, that stupid mutt is barking his head off. Sounds frustrated.

Good.

10:25 AM. Waking up from a nap. Big stretch.

Think I'll do myself a favour and take another nap.

12:58 PM. Lunch time. But the only thing out in the open is that bowl of field rations.

Oh well. When in Rome....

1:30 PM. I can hear that damned dog barking again. A glance at the clock confirms it's about time for the mailman to be making his rounds through this area.

That dog does realize a mailman is just doing their job, right?

4:26 PM. Waking up from another nap. Still no sign of the staff.

5:07 PM. The staff makes her way in the front door. It's about time, staff.

Now then, do we have enough milk?

5:10 PM. Supervising the staff while she unpacks groceries. Or to be more precise, su-purr-vising.

Ah, good, staff. Milk.

5:54 PM. The staff is making dinner. I approve of the smells. Ground beef suits me nicely.

6:28 PM. A plate of meatloaf, cut up into small bites, just for me. Very good, staff, very good indeed.

She insists on having potatoes and cauliflower with hers. Go figure.

7:02 PM. Leaving the staff to handle the dishes. After all, soapy water and I don't mix.

8:31 PM. Pondering the great mysteries of existence. Does life hold meaning beyond the scratching post?

11:30 PM. The staff is off to bed. Good night, staff, sleep well. But keep the door open. Since it's the weekend, I may let you sleep in tomorrow.

2:40 AM. Snuggling in with the staff. Thunderstorm outside. Best to keep her company anyway.

After all, she feeds me.