I didn't think that I would have to do this, and yet I must.

"Suck my ass."

There, I said it.

Take that however you want, whenever you want, and with whatever emotion you
feel is necessary.  It's an all-encompassing answer to idiotic viewpoints,
and usually conveys just as much sense as the person it is being directed to.
Listen, or not.  It's not about to change my life.

You might not give a damn about the opinions I'm expressing here, and I am
comfortable with that.  You have no doubt heard that adage about "if everyone
in the world was the same, what a boring world it would be."  No truer words
have ever been spoken.  So settle in, I've got a few points to clear up.

In completely random order (and if they aren't, like i give a shit)

Issue One:  Hearing "is remorse dead?" every 20 seconds if a pack isn't
released on the first of the month.
        People have been bitching since "the merger" about this incarnation
        of remorse.  Seems people don't like the idea of there being a group
        out there that flouts conventions.  Some time when you're not too
        busy, grab a dictionary and look up exactly what "elite" means.
        It is a historical fact that the common masses always look for a way
        to drag down the elite ruling class.  That's nothing new.  But hearing
        "is it dead" gets old in a hurry.  But better to be asked that than to
        be in charge of a group that no one gives a damn about.  Oh, and just
        in case that was too far over your head, try this:
         "Suck my ass."

Issue Two:  The endless ranting and whining that everyone is doing over the
so-called "changes" in the lit.....scene (and that's a terrible way to
describe it).
        I'm not about to pretend that I'm some sort of oldschool lit god.
        There were people around long before me, and there will be writers
        long after I've left.  My current "international" run as a writer
        began approximately three years ago, when there was a lot of action
        still happening.  I was part of revolt, and with now modesty at all
        I can say that we kicked some serious ass.  Mister E.  Argon.  Stone
        the Crow, among others. Wow, there was even a group that was devoted
        only to horror/gothic writing...and it was GOOD.  But as happens in
        most things, we cycled through a low period of inactivity.  Revolt
        came and went a couple times.  Mister E had revival going for the
        better part of a year, but it too disappeared.  Blade had its own
        lit division.  Hell, my boys in Quad-P had a lit division (granted,
        it was just Hiro and I, but that's not the point).  Luke Skywalker
        created codine to help fill the void, but that too has seen brighter
        days.  Then last year, pipe appeared, and then dissappeared, and is
        back again.  Funny how things work.  And we can't forget the writers
        of Mist, but that's another story for another time, and one that isn't
        my specialty.  And now, on the eve of the supposed "ressurection" of
        the lit scene, I take a look around and almost everywhere i see little
        children crying and complaining and calling each other names.  Now back
        in the day, we as lit fiends knew we were in a medium that was outside
        most people's understanding. As such, we held our heads high in respect
        to each other and the art form.  Look around now, and all that there is
        boils down to childish ranting, childish acting, and childish writing.
        Too many people have grown tired of the angsty bullshit of "boo hoo, my
        life sucks" that most lit has become.  Here's an idea:  get outside and
        do something.  Or maybe go by a gun.  Either way
           "Suck my ass."

   Issue Three:  The thing that is on most of your minds right now, assuming
   that you read this far.  "WindRider, you motherfuck, just where do you get
   off with this 'holier than thou' attitude?"
        Fine, I'll address that.  Firstly, I'm a contradictory bastard.  Being
        able to hold contradictory thoughts in your mind is sign of extreme
        brilliance.  With that, I'm extremely modest.  Really.  Perhaps you
        recall what I said way back at the beginning, about this being an
        opinion.  If you disagree, fine.  Let me know.  Hell, let the whole
        world know.  Write a commentary to acheron, or darkspiral, or lit.org.
        Just be passionate when you do it.  As I said, my world doesn't
        revolve around what you think of me, much as that might crush you.
        I'll even throw in an extra twist, and a bit of a secret.  Contrary to
        what seem to be the current trend in lit people, I like me.  Shocking,
        isn't it.  My life is infinitely better than at least half the
        population of the world, so why should i waste my time bitching that,
        for example, "daddy won't buy me a car for graduation."  You'd be
        suprised how many people seem to think that it's the end of the world
        if they don't have a car by the time they have a diploma or a license
        in their hands.  How very petty.  You wanna rant and whine and bitch,
        go right ahead.  Just remember one thing:
           "Suck my ass."

                                WindRider, June 1998

