"Does your mother know you're on the Internet?" The Case of Robert Ginns

I think I'm going to make this a regular feature, in honor of some of the charming specimens of humanity who show up in my in-box.

 

This one started peacably enough.  Mr. Ginns (whoever he is) sent me the following two-line e-mail the other day:

When will the Spanish language version of this book [Naturalizing Jurisprudence] appear? Where can I find readings lists for the courses that you teach?

So I replied:

The Spanish translation should appear this fall from Marcial Pons.  I generally do not put my syllabi on-line.

I had assumed from the question "where can I find," that Mr. Ginns was looking for something on-line.  I have occasionally had syllabi on-line, but I don't put them on as a matter of course.  If I had not been away from the office, I probably would have just sent him one, but I didn't have access.

 

A couple of hours later, this bizarre missive arrives:

Well professor, you certainly do. I found your Jurisprudence II on line as well as the Jurisprudence course you gave at the University of Texas in 2008. I wasted a little time tracking these documents down, but I had the satisfaction of proving that you are obviously some type of horse's ass. I guess you consider your syllabi a form of "family jewels."

If you are the mother of Mr. Ginns, and are reading this, would you please speak to your son before letting him log on again?  Thanks.