"Me make $28 in a day off E.L. James Alone! Har!"

Look at what we have here. A Eurotrash ROMANIAN square-head garlic-breath moron who can barely speak English. He's got a list of patsies he's bootlegging. And that includes a certain fat twat from Great Britain.

N-i-i-i-ce, eh? For doing nothing except e-mailing some PDF files, Ghoulash Boy can make more than most anyone in his village. Sell 7 or 10 copies of five or ten best-sellers each day, and you're making MORE than minimum wage in America. MORE than people on the dole. MORE than a lot of people literally sweating themselves toward heart attacks at manual labor.

HA HA HO HO HEE HEE.

At worst, this Romanian slob has competition from other Romanian slobs? Not so fast. He just has several other identities. He always has a back-up or two in case one is suspended. Right?

Foolproof! This is because of a few ridiculous lines of English that Ghoulash Boy barely even understands. He just copied them off Google Translate or somebody else's ad.

The message, sent loud and clear, is the same one that the music industry sent, as Tower Records went bankrupt and the record stores disappeared: "We don't care about piracy, really. It's whack-a-mole. We'd rather do some cocaine and leave the office early. We'd rather tell the talent they should work for LESS and keep OUR salaries high. We ignore the silly kerfuffle of people on blogs, forums or EBAY being termites. After all, it's not the end of the world!"