I came across this in my nocturnal surfing just now. I thought I’d share it with all of you who thrive on contentiousness, argumentativeness, pettiness and strife (I’ve been known to stoop and sit there a spell myself).
We are the leaders, not the gossips, critics and commentators. As we accelerate along this electronic superhighway, there are fewer artisans, more kibitzers and packagers feeding off the rare tidbit of creativity. Product has become more precious than gold. Don’t get bogged down in networking and he-said/she-said accusations, spending so much time playing the game we lose sight of the objective. Examine motives, not smokescreen “issues.”
Now. Anyone interested in the origin of this pearl of wisdom? You may be surprised. I wasn’t.
Sycophants Unite, written in 1995 by Blache Barton (consort to Anton LaVey, mother of his son, Satan Xerxes Carnacki LaVey, and High Priestess of the Church of Satan).