This tweet is cocky, but I fail to see why I should produce the work I produce at the caliber, scope, and scale it already exists at, be ignored, and have to pretend to respect the meritocratic class ignoring me (as they in their next breath brag about how intellectual they are).
“You didn’t play by our rules.”
Guess whose rules you haven’t been playing by.
;)
On top of everything else destabilizing about my work (birth was a lottery bitches) I’ll spend the final weeks of my dynamite creatively mocking the reasons why I’m ignored so that what right now feels like reasonable skepticism becomes Pontiusian by the time I finish mocking it.
Just another little dynamite.
“Haven’t you repeatedly said you don’t want to go viral and you’re scared of a lot of people finding your work because a human train-wreck would now fall on top of your head?”
Yes.
But damn, let’s not act like my work being ignored is the media respecting my fears and emotions.
“Do we even have any reason to believe they know about it?”
No.
But I’m going to blame them for ignoring me anyway b/c:
1. I hate the media.
2. You know they will. C’mon! I’m making a bet here, we both know they will. I’m betting my reliability as a prophet here—they will! 💍
I go viral after something bad happens.
This isn’t a threat (what the fuck you guys—am I God now? can I control human history? fuck off).
This is a reasonable adumbration of how human nature works.
Now that it’s done, I’ll upload a ZIP file of its contents for any enterprising publisher to sell to the public as a book someday. There’d have to be significant public demand, of course—but I have a sense within 4-5 years there will be.
Capitalistically speaking, I wouldn’t mind producing a glossy coffee table book where I detail the story behind the creation of this project as I’ve warned many times: $42.
All proceeds will go to an organization I fall in love with as I learn more about what various needs are.
The cover will be a closeup of my Twitter open on an iPad or something, something real minimalist and sans serif and clean, and the back cover will be of a mine that uses exploitative labor, preferably with an image of a child.
All my life I’ve relied on Social Power like a trust fall—I hear the word “Harvard” or catch a whiff of Saul Bellow’s masculinity and know to trust it. Knowledge congeals socially because we can’t all be geologists—we can’t all be particle physicists.
But we can all be thinkers.
To read me properly:
You have to know who Diogenes is.
(Kidding.)
You have to know, based on my name and common-sense reasoning, why I can’t be given Social Power while I’m alive.
I’m not sure if I mentioned this yet, so I just wanted to clarify in case there was any remaining ambiguity:
I really think powerful people suck.
I’m not sure—just wondering if, like—if that’s like come through.
Sorry.
It’s just—now that this project is finally done, May 23, 2023—tears in my eyes.
The popular kids in middle school.
My meanest teachers in middle school (not my art or US History teacher).
My dad.
Basically everyone in high school, except Nnenne.
Just—fucking.
Earth.
Ms. Gant!
And Ms. Hanten, forever, my counselor at Bellaire HS who had to put up with my dad storming into her office to have her sign a letter he had written in broken English intended to sabotage my college applications, with pictures of how dirty our home was (he blamed me).
“It would take an unrealistic and unsustainable conspiracy of silence for ‘X number of people’ to know about @colsonlin and not discuss it amongst themselves and never share its existence with other people.”
I set X at 22,000 highly-educated Americans.
I’m at like 50 right now and I’m already feeling a rumble.
Don’t worry.
I’ll boost the number up to 22,000 within the next five years.
(Or I fucking won’t because Americans with egos scare the fuck out of me.)
So this is awkward.
If I so choose to:
I’m now in a position to demonstrate that such a conspiracy exists—and then I can blab about it to other countries and non-WEIRD societies.
I’m like a Go player.
I’m a stick of dynamite in the American elite no matter what the elites do!
If I can shit out a brand-new argument for the existence of God once a year, I might shake shit up.
“Futile effort—God clearly doesn’t exist. You must not have seen any of the videos on YouTube demonstrating how minuscule humanity is or have a basic knowledge of modern physics.”