There’s always something to howl about.

Tell Todd Carpenter to stand down. “The Social Media Marketing Institute” is how the RE.net will be sold to the NAR.

As Monsignor Cecil used to say: Oh, my sweet, suffering Jesus… And in echoing that exhortation, I am doing something none of these “experts” can do in return: Giving them a link from a PR5 weblog.

I would eviscerate the writing style on the web site, but it’s too painful to look at. Okay, just a taste, but you asked for it:

The designation course is the first of its type with relevant content-rich material and cutting edge techniques utilized by these Social Media pioneers.

They left out all the relevant content-poor material, along with the stuff that was content-rich but irrelevant, thus to leave more time for utilizing cutting edge techniques.

Evidently commas are not on the cutting edge, but they wouldn’t help, anyway. As we have discussed before, “Neither can his Mind be thought to be in Tune, whose words do jarre; nor his reason in frame, whose sentence is preposterous.” People who write badly think badly. You permit them to enter your mind at your own risk.

I don’t mind these self-made mediocrities — all of them, not just this crew — chasing people away from here. It works to our benefit: We end up talking only to people who can keep up with us, a boon for everyone. But I can only foresee two futures for a stunt like this:

First, they will milk the punters with a second-rate curriculum. This by itself is hardly rare.

And, second, they will sell this lipstick-slathered pig to the NAR, where it will ossify — which is not to imply that it is, even at present, timely or relevant — or worthwhile. Given some of the people involved — and the recommendation to buy a Kindle! — I would expect the opposite.

But disappointing people don’t disappoint us — when we have our minds properly inverted. Consider this, from the “Affiliate Links” section:

In some cases, we have also negotiated a “commission” to SMMI as well.

Yours is not to ponder oughts, yours is to be sold and bought.

Drop me a line when you get sick of being the entree at the Feast of the Vendorsluts.