The Great Spam Fritter Misconception

I am disturbed by the nostalgia for Spam, Nelson on Pakajunk loves spam and now Matt Von Dice is getting hot about it. What is going on? when I saw Spam fritters being served up for lunch at school I used to start shaking with dread, it was the 70s and we had to eat the food [?] put on our plates. the teachers could still beat us then so had meant had. I go into some post traumatic shock when Spam comes into the conversation - I grew up and left school and left those little fuckers behind - I love motorcycles and spam has nothing in common with anything that is good about bikes, for me Spam represents a car u - turning on me, a cracked engine case or waking up in the morning and some fucker has stolen my bike.

I would even eat Lutefisk again before eating a Spam Fritter.

This is my scandanavian equivalent and his view on Lutefisk:

The Great Lutefisk Misconception

Every Advent we entered the purgatory of lutefisk, a repulsive gelatinous fishlike dish that tasted of soap and gave off an odor that would gag a goat. We did this in honor of Norwegian ancestors, much as if survivors of a famine might celebrate their deliverance by feasting on elm bark. I always felt the cold creeps as Advent approached, knowing that this dread delicacy would be put before me and I'd be told, "Just have a little." Eating a little was like vomiting a little, just as bad as a lot.