A letter to MySpace.

MySpace,
I fucking get it. You're the most influential website on the internet, beyond Google. Tom, you have failed to understand Google's approach. Google relies on sponsored links to generate revenue to keep everything free. MySpace was and still is a way for InterMix Media, Inc to promote their spyware. It's not in my best interest to shock three monkeys or rope a bull, so why do you encourage me to do so? A free laptop? Highly preposterous. Spyware, I get it. Back when, you had safe ads on your front page, being more or less of a self-promoter of your own services. Fantastic. Now? Now you've become the world's newest corporate darling/whore, shilling for Victoria's Secret, helio, and whatever else decides to pay you enough.
By the way, nice work with the Victoria's Secret ad. MySpace is being constanty blown up on that episode of Dateline. Now, you're going to put up an ad that appeals to sexual deviants and its target audience? Good Job, MySpace. Good Job! Perhaps I can punch you in the face, Tom. Speaking of which, why don't you reveal yourself Tom? Classified? Oh, ok. That works.
That clarified nothing.
The Programme.