A Friend of Eggers calling himself Quilty went on one of those encyclopedia sites last week to mutilate my profile with a personal attack.
I'm used to it. What the person said gave a glimpse into that crowd's mindset.
They feel they were tricked by me. Our legitimate DIY literary movement, which existed before the ULA was founded, was given a smidgen of attention. A few stray words of independence broke through their totalitarian wall. Writers who would not in 10,000 years be covered by the literary totalitarians were written about. An author like Jack Saunders who's been ignored for decades was written about. Non-conformist writers representing 90% of American society were written about.
Panic quickly set in. "Ohmygod! We no longer have 100% of the literary pie, are down to 99% of it. How did this happen?"
Orders were quickly sent out to robotic demi-puppet lit-bloggers: "Re-institute blackballing."
Then: silence. No one making waves. No criticism of today's corrupt literary system. The totalitarian sea is once again placid. One can look across its vast expanse and see not a ripple. Anyplace. Peace. Harmony. Lobotomy.