Ever wake up just wanting to screw with some millionaire thief?

Heh... Thank to The Misanthropist we can do just that - five to twelve cents per mouse-click...

Ever wake up just wanting to screw with some millionaire thief? Welcome to the Internet, where to ask is to receive: He then points to this BoingBoing article:

"...Noted crooked scumbag Ken Lay, of Enron fame, is so desperate to get his "version" of the breathtaking scam he and his rich buddies pulled off into the public eye before his trial that he's paying search engines 5-12 cents/click to return a link to his bogus account of his wrongdoings when searchers enter "Ken Lay" into the search-box. Put the search words "Enron scandal" or "Ken Lay," or even this Enron reporter's name, "Mary Flood," into any of the above search engines and one of the first things you will see is www.kenlayinfo.com. If you hit on Lay's Web site from there, then Lay pays between roughly 5 cents and 12 cents. Update: Clicking this link will bring you to Ken Lay's page while costing him one click's worth of traffic. Click early, click often!..."

I clicked and it's a nice looking site -- very very corporate looking. Reminds me of Mick Jagger's "Memo from Turner" bq. Weren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised. You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean. You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine. bq. Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave. You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing on my grave. bq. When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on. And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon. Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed. They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed. bq. So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean. Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast. Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please. The baby is dead, my lady said, "You gentlemen, why you all work for me?" A Perfect Executive...