I don’t think cyberspace scoundrels left their caves over the holiday weekend because my spam traffic reached herculean proportions. On average, around eight spam messages pop up on my system daily, but from Friday to Monday, they came in like meteor showers at the rate of 40+ a day. Has the time come to organize a spammers union for dedicated folks who have chosen this dubious career? Maybe. Then again, the most insidious among them deserve to be sequestered in dark basements sustained by bags of Cheetos and Coke. If firewalls and anti-viral software don’t get them, maybe scurvy will.