Spent decades processing information; paid well to do so, lucky to ride a crest that ushered in an Information Age. But there’s no profit anymore in lifeless data, practically none in producing anything other than what an entrenched set of industrial, govern-mental and military establishments wants. Can’t expect to profit from informing public who expects it for free. Seems senseless to try in a market economy. Why do it?
You find you’re hard wired to produce something nobody wants and press on despite repeated rejection. But someone must exercise freedom or it disappears. Bloggers, literary artists, painters and sculptors are committed to self sacrifice, something they share in common. Almost by definition they are disorganized and hung out to dry. Were they to quit squabbling over crumbs teased by institutional gatekeepers, perhaps they’d unite and take over the World. Might even do a better job than whoever is in charge of these persistent daily disasters.
