Call us cockeyed optimists, but it seems people are starting to get it.
We were dismayed to see the following post to a popular e-mail list:
I cannot express in an email how Vanessa has assists in brass-tacks propserity consciousness. It’s big. It’s down to earth. It works. Call me.… Ignite Your Weath & SuccessYet another mangled message stuffed with moony jargon about how to take hold of your life and achieve your goals? One more incoherent blurb that burns our eyes like a bonfire made of dictionaries? At this late date we might be inclined to shed a solitary tear, á la "Iron Eyes" Cody, and trudge off into the polluted wilderness. But a second list participant jumped into the fray, writing this:
I wouldn't want financial advice from anyone who couldn't spellWe don't call you crazy, stranger; we call you our hero.
What's particularly sad is that the perpetrator of the unreadable smudge of a testimonial wasn't doing author/self-help guru Vanessa any favors (nor was the perpetrator, whom we suspect has a vested interest in Vanessa's success, doing herself any favors). Scrolling down revealed that Vanessa has multiple celebrity endorsements and numerous achievements under her belt; she also has a potentially useful method for people in need. But who'd scroll down after an introduction that betrayed such blithe ignorance of, if not outright contempt for, the English language?
If the perpetrator had simply presented the author's accomplishments in clear prose and spellchecked that blurb before posting it, she might have drummed up a lot more interest. But that would've taken at least two minutes.
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Say, that is distressing.
Conscience dictates that you hire a proofreader.