jm@jmason.org (Justin Mason) writes:
> Actually, I want to avoid that -- I've already removed spamproxyd
> from the distro for 2.40. Here's why:
>
> When they're in the distro, *we* have to support them -- which is
> not necessarily a good thing when we didn't write them in the first
> place, or when the coder in question may not *want* us to maintain
> them. :(
I would be in favor of creating new SpamAssassin CVS modules and
Bugzilla categories for other clients (provided there is sufficient
interest and a maintainer).
Dan

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