M Campbell is President of The Weekly Shopping list and Managing Director of The Daily Meals. He is a misfortune 100 consultant, a noted mumbler, an after breakfast speaker and an award winning keyboard fingerer that has notable accolades with the likes of a Nospell Prize in Literature, a Pulitzagainer Prizes and an International Boober Prize to name but a few. A prolific author with more books written than any orca, dead or alive, he has an MFA in screensmashing as well as a MBA in creative slighting.
Ok, forgive me, i couldn't resist. Apparently it is common for authors to describe themselves in the third person, i mean, come on! I know there are levels to the self-aggrandizement that our status seekers mire themselves in (more so within the mating years) but i cant be alone in recognising the ridiculousness of it all. Oh sorry, i forgot where i was for a second, ok maybe i am alone.
Well where do we start with this somewhat self-indulgent custom of attaching some elevated value to the personality of any individual that creates anything, instead of just examining the value in what we create.
It appears that when writing a book within a world controlled by status seekers, the social worth of the individual that wrote the book often determines the worth of the knowledge within the book, according to some at least. Many may believe that for a non-fiction author, who you are can be more important than what you share in your writing, however, for anyone that is not so grossly infected by the ignorance's of their time and place will know, the truth cares as much about the deluded minds that mire themselves in the ignorances of differing worth, just as much as those same minds care about the truth. Valuing the lies of those with elevated worth, over the truths of those with none, is a common practice all glorified wrongdoers benefit from, but to hell with the practices of wrongdoers.
As some may have already surmised, the content within Glorified Wrongdoers was not written by someone who has ever suffered from the ignorance of differing worth. Thus there are no professor plumbs from the university of who gives a dam, no PHD's, MBE's, BA's, MD's, FRCS's, XRQYZ's or even any CRAP's, no celebrity influencers trying to sell their latest tat or even a single elevated friend that will endorse the author of Glorified Wrongdoers or the book itself. If these things or the lies of more-thans mean more than the truths of less-thans, are important to anyone considering reading the book, then its probably best to stick to books that celebrate the opinions of those with elevated worth, instead of wasting any time on this.
How's that for a sales pitch? I might leave writing my "salesperson of the year award" acceptance speech until the night of the ceremony.
As someone that had the misfortune of being born into a vassal state that was divided by religious hatred (among other things), being given the relentlessly implied ultimatum of picking a side or else, meant that there was little option but to embrace the "or else", as the truth of their behaviours was as obvious to me, as my inevitable future residency in hell was to them. Their fictional variations of hell could not compare to the true hell of being immersed within a society that is so willing to harm themselves and each other just to satisfy the greed of a few, where differing worth is bestowed upon us based on the lies we are willing to repeat. As it was made abundantly clear to anyone not willing to prop up the lies all hierarchies require to avoid any remnants of equality and justice breaking out, i knew i would be wasting my time getting too involved within cultures that not only celebrate our ignorance's but condemn those who recognise them, so my "just passing through" philosophy to life within our cultures of hate was created at an early age. As i was always found guilty of committing the heinous crime of questioning an obvious lie or the equally villainous act of not repeating an obvious lie, i found that being looked down upon by those suffering from an over abundance of ignorance's was somewhat amusing, despite few status seekers appreciating being around anyone that finds their behaviours ridiculous. There may not be too many folk in these cultures that find being perceived as less-than others, something worth aspiring to, but there are huge advantages in exploiting this common ignorance. When perceived as more-than by those around us, most will lie to us most of the time, but when we convince others that we are less-than in some way (a very easily achievable feat within any of our superficial cultures), most will show you exactly who they are, so they expose their true nature. Thus, the beauty of appearing less-than is the gift of truth.
As the truth is never popular within our cultures of lies, my crystal ball tells me that this book will be as popular as a Celtic fan in a Rangers pub (Scottish nonsense). Therefor the practice of authors singing their books to pander to the social hierarchal glorification of the individual, is of little concern. However, as many within such cultures are capable of elevating the worth of almost anything, there is always the danger of being asked for a signature. Not to be presumptuous in any way, and as more of a fair warning kind of thing, there will be no singed copies or fulfilling of requested to sign anything, just out of the principle of how ridicules it all is to indulge our egos and greed, rather than out of any desire to disappoint anyone.
Anyway, there is no pillar of the community (or what passes as a community within such cultures), no darling of a hierarchy, no contrived bestselling authors list accolade, no household name, not a sniff of a hierarchal higher education certification to prove any arbitrated social worth or even anything or anyone worth aspiring to, just some good old unfashionable timeless truths that comes from being expelled from the university of lying and wrongdoing that is our hierarchal cultures.
M who?
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An absolutely stunning book,
when dropped from a great height onto
someone's head.
- The Daily Fail
For the more suggestable among us, and to align with custom (if not necessarily respecting it),
here is our review section.
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Totally absorbing, and with 600 pages, this book is a must for anyone caught short on toilet paper.
- The Washingbum post
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Unputdownable, when coated in superglue.
- The Daily Expression
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Entirely exposing, when reading at a nudist beach.
- The Telepornograph
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Utterly jaw dropping,
for those with a broken mandible.
- The Unherald
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