Going the Extra Mile? More Like Going Straight to Extra Hell
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Just when I thought humanity’s collective IQ couldn’t drop any lower, some shitweasels on the dark web decided that your pathetic stash of airline miles is now the new fucking Bitcoin. Yes, really. Those bullshit points you’ve been hoarding for a decade to afford a weekend in Skegness are now the currency of choice for every cybercriminal and their nan.
Here’s how this particular clusterfuck works: Criminals breach your travel loyalty accounts—because you absolute muppets still use “password123” for everything from your banking to your goddamn Marriott Bonvoy login. They hoover up your miles, flog them on underground markets for a fraction of the value, and convert them into flights, hotels, rental cars, or just cold hard cash through gift cards. Meanwhile, you’re none the wiser because you’re too busy complaining about the lack of legroom in economy to check if your balance just bought a one-way ticket to Fuckoffistan for some Russian hacker named Dmitry.
The airlines and hotels? Utterly bloody useless, as per usual. They can’t distinguish between “Grandma visiting the grandkids” and “Money launderer booking a suite with your stolen points” because apparently that’s harder than teaching a cat to configure a VLAN. Travel looks legitimate by default, so it slides past fraud filters like shit through a goose. By the time you try to book that anniversary trip and find your 100,000 miles have vanished into the digital ether, Dmitry is already sitting in first class, drinking champagne you paid for, and laughing his fucking arse off.
So congratulations, you shiny happy people. Your obsessive loyalty to brands that treat you like cattle has created a thriving underground economy. Maybe next time use a password manager instead of your dog’s birthday, you witless bastards.
Reminds me of the time some luser asked me to “quickly check his flight status” while I was trying to enjoy my lunch. I routed him to a cargo hold in Anchorage instead of Auckland. Enjoy the 48-hour layover with the frozen shrimp, Gerald. Hope you like the smell of fish.
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