Most of you reading this know that I hate, hate, hate, hate pass-along e-mails. And I must have at least a dozen people who send them to me. I’m not talking about one person passing something along to one other person; I’m talking about the kind of thing you send to everyone in your address book — a joke, a sappy inspirational story, a dire warning of impending doom, a petition.

What I really, really hate are self-righteous pass-along e-mails — you know the type: “If you love God (or your country, or the children), you will pass this along to everyone in your address book,” the inference being that if you don’t pass it along you must be a heathen, or a traitor, or a child-hater or what have you.

Well, the e-mail I got tonight takes the cake. Here is the first paragraph:

This is not sent for discussion, if you agree forward it, if you don’t fine delete it. I don’t want to know one way or the other. By me forwarding it, you know how I feel.

In other words, the sender has the right to clog up my e-mail with their opinions, but is not interested in hearing my opinion. Of all the nerve!