THERE'S A SUCKER BORN EVERY MINUTE (PART-TWO)
      Last week we talked about "Romance and Dating Scams" "Supermodel Date Scammers""Phishing Scams" and "The Money Laundering Scam.!" I even sent all my bloggers my most notorious con-job I did on an unsuspecting cab fare back in the 80's. I included this excerpt in my blogg, because it was something that I had done at the time. However, I want everyone to know out there in blogg-land that I definitely am not like that now! Sometimes we all do what were not proud of, but at the very least I find it to be important as it describes the person I was, not who I am now. That excerpt comes out of my upcoming to be published book "Temporary Satisfaction" due out next Spring 2017. Nonetheless, lets talk about the other scams that are duping fine respecting citizens on the net okay.
       Cyber Criminals can also trick you into visiting websites or directed ads. Most websites make their money from selling advertisements.The most common type of advertising is based on paying for impressions. (page-views,how many times did a potential customer view an ad) There are also clicks (how many times did a person click on an ad) The Impressions system is based purely on internet traffic or the number of times an ad is displayed to a user viewing a page. The pay per click system means that advertisers only pay the website when a user clicks on an ad right? This system can be tricked by generating clicks that don't come from genuinely interested users or by highjacking clicks that were intended for a legitimate user. Now you may think, big deal, only a small amount of money the cyber scammer gets right? Wrong...start multiplying those few cents from your mouse clicks with other millions of mouse user clicks and the cyber criminal can gets lots of money from it. This is called "Click Fraud" and marketers in 2015 lost over 7.2 billion dollars on the internet alone last year.
        Another awful thing is they trick you into using "malware" malicious software used for the purpose of damaging your data, software or hardware too. Viruses, worms, key loggers, Trojans are all different forms of malware and should be avoided at ALL costs. You see these scumbag cyber criminals spread this software for profit through adware( forced advertising), spyware(stealing your sensitive information) or ransom-ware (software that encrypts your content, blocking access to your system) then it demands payment in return for a key that will decrypt your data.
         Shocking News Scam is news that's hot off the press. Everyone is talking about it, in social media or a even on social networks. This might be a celebrities sudden death, a terrorist attack, or even a plane crash.Then you usually click on it,to see a video of it and bam, they got you, usually spam popups or even a porn popup. okay I will tell you about one more, its called the Emotional Extortion Scam which usually includes photos of sick babies,or endangered animals that lure you into watching a video. Then they usually ask for donations which generally the cyber-criminal gets, not the charity you thought you donated to. Next week the last of the 4 internet scams, but now I have included part 2 of my cabfare scam, back when I wasn't such a good dude. Enjoy, and not tooting my own horn, but I am a very good person now!
         Now he informs me that his brother was over at a local Country-Bar there called Tumbleweeds Night Club, a place where they frequented regularly on the weekends.

        Nonetheless, we never did make it to that nightclub, as I didn’t really know Edmonton that well and how to exactly get to it. In spite of this, we ended up driving down Jasper Avenue the infamous street that contains the hookers, johns and yes even their pimps as well. Now it was just my luck on this very unique morning, that my fare, Shad starts gawking at this nice looking native Indian squaw standing on the sidewalk. She’s all painted up in makeup, mascara, red lipstick, her breasts are advertising for her, through her black see-through blouse and wearing those black sexy pumps strutting her native booty. He immediately tells me to pull over, more towards her, and wants me to ask her what she is charging for her services. I can’t believe this one; he actually wants me to buy him a hooker! I give this some deep thought and I let Shad know, I will buy him his “Lady of the Evening” on one condition. The stipulation being, that I would tack on that additional fee onto his existing fees with me and he was only too happy to oblige. By now, my demand for this guy’s payment had reached a mind-boggling $2,500.00 for a cab-ride that originally cost $350.00. After sitting in my cab, waiting for about two hours, he finally comes out of this building that I am parked in front of in a very dark and secluded alley, I might add. You know, I never even thought about the apparent danger I had put myself in, as I later found out this area of Edmonton we were in, was a high crime area. Conversely, he has had such a large and big grin on his face, he just looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. He gets in my cab, sits in the backseat and cracks himself open another beer and just looks and me and smiles. Shad tells me that he has just had the absolute best time of his life, and nobody could ever do that to him again, like this woman had performed. I don’t want to rain on his “sex parade” but I explain to him, how much he owes me, just to see if he comprehends the large amount owing.

          “What if I just sign my cheque over to you? He asks.

             He goes on to add to that statement that we would indeed be all squared up and I would be a happy camper once again.

         “Well not exactly Shad?” I reply.

          “You’re forgetting about the $500, Hooker I just bought you, right?” I reply back to his question.

           Again he has an answer for that as well and it’s the fact that he will get the extra money from his brother, when I drop him off at their home.

         “As long as your brother pays for it, I am okay with that” I reply to his question.

           So he cracks open another beer, just as he finishes his prior one and we drive off, back to his brother Hari’s home across town. As we drove those miles across the city, I noticed in my rear-view mirror that my Indian friend had passed out again. No I didn’t suddenly pull over and just dump him in the Saskatchewan River, which I must admit I thought about, for a second. Actually in a weird sense of empathy, I now felt somewhat obligated to get this drunken fool to his final destination.

           It was around six-am in the morning of the next day when I arrived at his brother’s place. Therefore, I get out of my cab, furthermore proceed up to the front door and ring the doorbell to wake someone up. A short little native man, standing in his underwear, answers the door and it is obvious I have just woke him up. He asks me who I am, why I am ringing his doorbell so early in the morning and I begin to tell him about my whole ordeal with his younger brother. I especially mention the stuff about how I bought his brother a hooker and the outstanding tab he has with me.

           In the end of my story, I guess he was quite impressed how I had treated his brother and basically kept him safe on the cab-trip. I showed him, the total invoice and what Shad still owed me, afterall was said and done. To my bewilderment, he writes me out a personal cheque for another $700.00 and I am absolutely blown away, by what has just transpired. We both manage to get my very comatose fare out of my cab and we say our good-byes, he shakes my hand, followed by the fact I am off, back into my cab. Not only am I finally homeward bound back to Peace River, but I had made the unbelievable amount of $2,700.00! After the $200.00 I owed the cab company, I was still left with $2500.00 in my jeans! When you think about it for a moment, Shad could have flown “First Class” to Edmonton for that kind of money. On the contrary, he would never have gotten the hooker in that deal, right? I’ll never forget filling up fuel at that Esso Service Station on the outskirts of Edmonton, later on that morning. The attendant had just finished telling me to have a nice day and I will never forget what I yelled back to him.

           Nice day? I questioned, “I had a really great day” I exclaimed, and now I walk out that store with everybody looking at