I thought most people would be aware of the dangers of the Internet, aware that nothing is what it seems, nothing is as good as it is portrayed, the streets are not lined with gold. Surely everyone knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch, that the world does not owe them a living and that money does not grow on trees. There can’t be anyone left who doesn’t understand that a random mail is not going to be the path to a glorious future, that fame and riches are confined to the rich and the beautiful – or hedge fund managers – and that someone has not just died and left you several millions in a hidden bank account in Nigeria, Switzerland, Ghana or anywhere else.
I guess I was wrong and, any other guess, I shouldn’t be all that surprised. My post on the millions on offer under the name of Neil Trotter is still hitting the most popular lists, still drawing people in who are trying either to find him and reap all the benefits, or wondering whether this might be the one scam which isn’t a scam and will leave them rolling in cash for the rest of their lives. More money than they can eat.
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I can tell people are still trying to get hold of the money, still trying to see if this is the real one, because the other posts on this scam – here, here and here – aren’t attracting quite as much attention. Perhaps because the bulk of those hitting the original post see that it really is a scam and they stand no chance, no a chance in hell, not even a snowball’s chance in hell, of seeing any return from their time and efforts whatsoever.
So why is it still such a big thing? Why are people still searching for information on the millions Neil Trotter is definitely not giving away?
I think it may have something to do with those who really do give away money, although there are clear differences. Money hidden in envelopes in Central Park, massive tips to waitresses, Oprah and her ilk. It all adds up to this fixed idea that there could be a grain of truth behind the offer, that there might really be some money at the end of this very dim rainbow, that there is a free lunch waiting for the right person out there.
I’m sorry, but it will not happen. I know this probably ruins hopes and dreams, that many will simply not believe me, that others will still search and hope and pray. It isn’t going to happen. You’ve more chance of finding Lois Lerner’s missing mails on your own computer.
On the other hand, sure, keep on clicking on my post and reading it, I don’t mind at all. But please, don’t expect that any mail you receive is going to be the answer to all your dreams. If you didn’t know that you’re related to that Nigerian mogul who recently died and left his millions to you – for a small fee – or that Auntie Emma had a ten foot long sock stuffed with hundred-dollar bills under her mattress, then the chances are it isn’t true, no matter how good the offer may be.
And for those who still don’t believe: that bridge I spoke about in another post, in the middle of London? It’s on special offer right now. Mail me for more details, because it will look wonderful in your back yard. Believe me.
Love & Kisses, Viki