There’s always something to howl about.

Fire Up the Echo Chamber, This Time It’s Hot.

If you can’t yet make the grade as an Inmanically Annointed Blogger, there may be a place for you.   All you have to do is to Twit enough ass, and you too can be part of sepia tones and the best use of the Impact font on the RE.NET.   Come one and all, and sit at the cool table.  Daddy issues?  Who cares, we want you here, in the land-where-no-idea-is-too-stupid to be published, and no agent is too lazy to be anointed as the next superstar.

Just join the land of no dissent!  Crazy micromanaging?  Check!  Comment quotas, Check.  Are you keeping up?  Make nice.  Oh yeah, a search function that gives you no useful data, but lots of images?  We have that too!   We’re way ahead of you.   Keep up, chop chop!  Geniuses skip your apostrophes, it’s time to boogie.

OH, I’m talking about the newest and stupidest offer by a once great blog.     It wasn’t that long ago that the ‘nice’ folks at AG were an ideasphere, a  kickass content focused blog with good writing and great ideas. Is it still even navigable?  Hmm.  I guess I must not be keeping up.

But now, no dissent is tolerated, and everyone is an echo…and the writing that makes up weblogs is no longer featured.  Nobody’s saying we should be at the bilous level of dementia that Barry Cunningham’s at, but let’s crack some skulls and reason together.  It wasn’t that long ago at all that the folks there were contributing to the body and pushing ideas–not people–into the forefront.

But, when you feel like you’ve arrived, and insist that you’re cool (get out of your reader, we’re so cool here), nothing good happens.  Ego takes over, and we’re talking egotism, not egoism.

Remember: when you don’t agree with us, you’re being disagreeable.  Our paper-thin-sense-of efficacy can’t stand up to the slightest scrutiny.    See, we have some really stupid time wasting ideas that aren’t well suited to an individual agent trying to sell 30 houses a year, or a loan officer who is surviving this business.  We’ll live twit it all though, and every conference-turned-hookupfest will be a chance to demonstrate our ‘leadership.’

Keep up, kids, keep up.