Stop spinning a narrative overtly or covertly. What is done is done.
When you ignore people like me, expect the same treatment in return from the public.
Because no one is listening.
For a reason.
Journalism is following old scripts. The new kids are all frauds who are cribbers. Fuck them. They are riding on the coattails of the old and broken antiquated models.
If the profession wanted to be reborn, then they have to start from the very beginning.
And learn Adlibture, not scripture.
The first step is anarchy, and with anarchy comes adlibture.
Follow your instincts, no matter if people disagree with you or think you are strange.
You take risks, not gambles.
You find inspiration wherever you wish.
For me, I have many, but let’s talk about one: my adoration for a comic book character who is seen as Steve Ditko’s other bug-themed superhero.
Ted Kord the Blue Beetle.
He is what every person should be: a person whose word is their bond.
You make a promise. You keep that promise.
He made a promise to a dying man where no one else heard him.
He did not have superpowers, but he was smart and made the technology.
He was inconvenienced. A police officer dogged him convinced he killed the civilian who was the original Blue Beetle.
But a promise is a promise.
He may have been rich, but he used his wealth for good. He could laugh. He could fight.
But most of all, he could absolutely be trusted to do the right thing.
I have the entire Charlton run in my office.
For a reason.
Because I have an affinity for the character, I have no problem being inspired in different ways.
Make use of what you have. Keep your promises. Help other people. Don’t forget to have fun.
And I did that all while having to deal with cancer.
And it took me out of very dark places. The Kordian System is a resounding success, and who cares if it came in a comic book?
Wisdom lurks everywhere.
That is the reason journalism’s collapse is an enigma.
But it is a selfish profession that hordes in anarchy, stealing scripts.
Not creating adlibtures that make you fluid and adaptable.
Because once you prove that you can be absolutely trusted in anarchy, you are on to the next step: alchemy.
Turning lead into gold.
Because alchemy is the emotional science that takes those adlibtures and puts them to good use.
You can improvise and assess on the drop of a hat.
And then, when you have your personal gold, you share it.
The third step of altruism.
You do not tell people how moral you are: you show.
No virtue-signalling or teeth-gnashing.
You give. You give credit where credit is due. You do away with pecking orders. You are not petty or jealous, let alone vindictive or closed-minded.
Your adlibtures begin to create new worlds on their own — and if you do it right, long after you breath your last.
People patronize me, ignore me, bully me, and dismiss me.
But they can never stop me.
I made a promise a long time ago.
And I keep my promises.
I have no trouble telling people off.
But I also have no trouble being inconvenienced to help someone when they are down without them ever knowing that I did.
That’s what should have been journalism. It should have been a noble profession.
And hence, no way of getting on track to altruism where it could freely create castles and gardens of gold without losing anything in the bargain…