It didn't matter; once I found out even the possibilities for steganography across a large catalog of JPEG images, it was game over for me. It doesn't matter if there were zero or five dozen secret messages in the files I forwarded. I didn't want to be a conduit for that possibility.

The risk, of becoming a mule, an unwitting accessory to some evil cause, was just far outweighing the rewards of sharing dumb crap with my mother, you know?