Yes, Agent Revolver, Agent Pete 8, and amanfromMars, you do speak the truth. I hear you. I figured The Orwell Prize was a longlist shot, but all I was looking for was for them to help lift us Out Of Obsurity Into The Dream.
One thing that has bothered me all along when it comes to posting at The Daily Bell, is that that site is full of concrete thinkers. That’s why I joke around so much with them, and that’s why amanfromMars noticed me and we began having fun together couple of years ago. Life is friggin’ funny! The solution is right under everyone’s nose! Pro Bono Magic!
No offence to them, but they all have an insatiable desire to find the truth. But when we show them the real truth . . .
. . . life stripped down to nothing more than fragmented, yet connected creative thought between people . . . a stream of directed consciousness . . . the joy of communication . . . telling and hearing stories together . . .
I’m forever intrigued with all of you here . . . learning from you every day . . . learning how to be free.
. . . they cannot see it, since the truth is like a money dream to them. They toss the nickels when a pile of dimes show up.
“Holy crapola, Batman, did you see what Obama did yesterday???!!!”
They are blind to the truth, as the years pass them by.
We have shown them the truth, but it is falling on deaf ears. No matter. The same thing just happened at The Orwell Prize. We whipped ourselves into a frenzy over 2 judges that each had to look at 226 blogs in around 8 weeks. That’s 28 blogs per week. If they spent an hour a night on the task for 5 days a week, that would be about 10 minutes per blog. Our blog posts are not Seinfeld type episodes with a tidy up at the end of each post. They’re more like Coronation Street, where the people are evolving over time, but you can join in now and pick up some old episodes anytime. No wonder they didn’t know what they were looking at . . . more concrete thinkers . . . or they are working to a differet set of parameters than those of George Orwell’s dream of turning political writing into an art (GM politics?)
I know what the problem is. Getting “into” it. We’re into it because we allowed ourselves to get hooked. Most people take a quick scan of something, see nothing in particular, then move along. Too much coffee, perhaps? Does it have to seem more like a story? Do I have to hole myself away for a year and write a book? I couldn’t bear the thought of doing that. I’m hooked on the interaction with all of you. I miss you when you don’t show up, but we don’t need to hear excuses when you come back. The only problem is that I feel the need to be here every day.*
Since the dystopia persists over at Orwell’s Place, we will just have to take another path Out Of Obscurity. Steve is pondering that one, so you will see UKfupped.com morphing into a sales machine on our behalf.
Now onto future business. I’ve been working on “corruption in sports” as a way of . . . just kidding! . . . Agent Heggle, Epstein, and my little dog, Quiche L’Agent DelKey have entered a wormhole. Their pineal glands effused massive amounts of DMT due to the effects of them using that darned defective turboencabulator. I have done a few calculations on the back of a napkin . . . sanitary, of course . . .
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* Keep in mind that I did make a deal with Lucy^2. 1 hour per night from now on. I’ll try to get her to post her reasons as to why.