Readers of this blog will know by now that I am not the type of person to blow my own horn. Nonetheless, today I must make an exception. Ever since I began seeking industry partnerships a couple of days ago, I’ve been surprised and humbled by the warm and enthusiastic praise I’ve received for my work combating the Carl Elliotts of the world. Here are a few examples:
The best thing most this post is that, it could convince masses. Its speech is easy and conveys the theme of the article in a nigh appropriate way. The compose is not just playing with the quarrel merely he is really providing exercise total information. The substance is unique and depicts the theme identical substantially.
I dont think Ive seen all the angles of this subject the way youve pointed them out. Youre a true star, a rock star man. Youve got so much to say and know so much about the subject that I think you should just teach a class about it
My friends, I am humbled. When you start a blog like this, you’re always asking yourself: Am I just a crank? Am I just some nobody, acting out petty grudges in front of the world? Or could it be that I’ve touched a nerve somewhere, that there are thousands, maybe millions of people out there just like me, who believe that I am onto something? Tonight, I believe I have an answer. Thank you all.
When I first got snookered into writing this blog more than six months ago, it never crossed my mind that it would turn me into a bioethics sensation. To those of you who’ve been visiting my blog, those of you who have not been buying Carl’s book — you are all heroes.
Still, my work here is far from done — and as you may not know, I write this blog for nothing. Seriously, bupkis. And what chance does bupkis have against the Carl Elliotts of the world: tenured professors living high on the hog, double-fisting paychecks from the New Yorker and the Atlantic just for making hard-working people look bad?
It’s time this site had corporate support. We’re seeking sponsors. Who wants to step up to the plate?
Well, now, this is really unfortunate. Nearly 24 hours have passed since I reached out to Carl Elliott, but I have not yet heard a word from him. You would think that once his younger brother achieved celebrity status in the bioethics community, some congratulations would be in order.
But no. Instead, he’s phoning up media outlets, desperately trying to score interviews that will distract everyone from the website. It’s a pathetic game of one-upmanship, truly.Â
Check out his interview in today’s Minneapolis Star Tribune. Not one word about the website, or the success of yours truly in turning a truly horrible book into an overnight online viral success. Not a single mention of my attempts to reach out over the past few months. There’s just stuff about him. After all, this is Carl we’re talking about, and it’s always about him. Always.
What can I say. It’s really sad to see a man in his late 40s still desperately chasing his younger brother’s success, but I should be used to this by now. One of the sad consequences of fame is that some people just like to take potshots at you. Sometimes those people are even members of your own family. I’m just sorry you all have to watch this unfold.
In case you’re not following such things, Carl Elliott’s book is now at number 40,000 in the Amazon rankings. On the brighter side, he’s made it into the top 16 in the bioethics subgenre (a mere 5 slots below the American Nurses Association’s Code of Ethics for Nurses with Interpretive Statement). Wowsers.
Meanwhile, his brother’s website has become a runaway hit. More people read this blog every day than likely read Carl’s book in an entire month. Who knew?
So, Carl, I just want to say, I could not have done this without you. Here is a little song I found <3. No irony intended, none whatsoever. No-siree. <3 :-)
A great friend of the blog has just passed on to me an interesting article from the peer-reviewed academic journal, Homicide Studies. Titled “Siblicide and Seniority” the article studies cases of siblicide from Canada, Great Britain, Japan and Chicago and observes:
The tendency for the killer to be the younger party was especially true of cases in which victim and killer were same-sex adults and, especially, brothers close in age.
It’s an interesting observation, and reminds me of my own personal research on this area. I’ve observed that older siblings are more inclined toward certain psychopathic tendencies, and are much more likely to engage in cultural and spiritual siblicide — i.e., soul-crushing acts of humiliation on the younger sibling, a complete indifference to siblings’ financial plight, and of course, a self-aggrandizing need to pass off others’ work as one’s own.
Not that this should remind you of anybody we know.
Carl Elliott is giving an Arthur Schmitt Lecture at Notre Dame this Thursday, February 17. What about? Oh, I don’t know, maybe something like: Drug companies are evil, capitalism is corrupting medicine, etc. etc. If this message is so new to you that you you’d like to hear it again and again, for hours on end like some kind of godawful Castro speech, then go see it at 4 pm at McKenna Hall.
It’s huge, really huge. Almost like getting a Nobel or a Pulitzer, really — maybe even better! That, of course, is why it was perfectly appropriate for him to phone his brother in the middle of the Super Bowl, just after the kids had gone to bed, and expect to see the news posted all over the web right away. Nothing wrong with that, no sir. Perfectly understandable — especially seeing as Carl Elliott is a bigshot celebrity author, who as we all know, wrote every single goddamn word of that “acclaimed bestseller” book without a single bit of help from said brother. Nope, not a single bit of help, according to the index of the book.
Readers of this blog will know by now that I am not the type of person to blow my own horn. Nonetheless, today I must make an exception. Ever since I began seeking industry partnerships a couple of days ago, I’ve been surprised and humbled by the warm and enthusiastic praise I’ve received for my work combating the Carl Elliotts of the world. Here are a few examples:
