“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!
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).
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.”