Spam Email

I like a good laugh as much as the next person, but this is a shockingly bad attempt at getting to me give you my login details.

The language is bad, really bad. Either it was written by a 9 year old, or someone who used Google Translate and thought… that’ll do.

There is an attempt of login to your account today

So it’s happening right now… right now, right now, right now… present and past tense at the same time. 😀

We need to verify that you who try this attempt to secure your account.

That really is funny, it makes absolutely no sense 😛

Please you should know that you have 24 hours to protect your account..

Please, you should know that I have a spam detector and it found your email wanting. 🙂

http://makikyono.m15.coreserver.jp/wp/

I’m also pretty sure amazon wouldn’t use a domain with a Japanese Country code TLD, I’m also pretty damned sure they would also use a secure site… HTTPS not HTTP, you know, for security reasons.

A quick whois domain search takes me here: https://www.digirock.co.jp/aboutus.html sadly I don’t read or speak Japanese, so I can’t inform them they’ve been hacked.

Bitpanda

Login Attempt 09/01/2019!

Someone try to login to your account..

There is an attempt of login to your account today

Time of attempt: 09.01.2019 12:40 Europe/Vienna
We need to verify that you who try this attempt to secure your account.
Click here to reset your password:

 

Not able to click the button ,please click this link to be secured:

Please you should know that you have 24 hours to protect your account..

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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