Last night I nearly died.
First time I nearly died in the same fashion was some 35 years ago, in 1979. The occasion this time was that of going to the cinema to see one of a season of “banned films” showing at the local film club.
And showing last night was… Monty Python’s The Life of Brian; and it was, as always, the “Bigus Dickus” scene wot nearly did me in. When I saw it the first time I genuinely thought I was going to die, because I couldn’t breathe. I was just 14 and thought I’d not get to see my 15th birthday. My face and ribs ached for days afterwards. Just thinking about it cracks my face into a big, stupid grin.
But the thing I really pondered on as I dropped into a supremely happy and achy-faced sleep last night was the notion of censorship.
Isn’t it just utterly bizarre when you have a situation where one person gets to decide what everyone else is allowed to see, hear, or read? I’m utterly opposed to government censorship simply because if there’s something I don’t like or approve of, I don’t have to watch it, listen to it, or read it. Objective morality doesn’t exist, and even the things most people would agree are wrong most of the time are not black and white. Take killing another human being — most people would say it’s wrong… but we’re all capable of it, I’m sure, in the right circumstances, such as self-defence, or defence of others, like our kids.
My own view is simple: as long as no one’s rights are being violated, it’s no one else’s business what consenting adults do to or with each other, or what they watch, listen to or read (and “not being offended” is not a fucking right).
I am completely baffled by people who seem to make it their mission to police everyone else’s life with the Big Morality Hat on (I privately suspect these humourless shitbags are hiding some very deep, dark secret about themselves, and the more vociferous they are in their opposition to things they claim are “immoral”, the deeper, and darker these secrets are).
My point here isn’t arbitrary, either: because when you put my 52 Ideas to work in your business, I guarantee you are going to get a small number of self-righteous people telling you you’re going about it the wrong way.
Some will be giving you well-meaning but incorrect advice; but others will be genuinely outraged that you’re writing the emails you want to write and sending them to people who have said they want to receive them. I’m not kidding: you will get this.
Thing is, there’s a reason for marketing your business the way I suggest (as I’ve said before, you don’t necessarily have to have my style, but you do need to follow my principles).
Common sense warning: if you don’t have a thick skin and think you can’t develop one, so you’re going to take the inevitable negative responses you’ll get to heart, then my 52 Ideas are not right for you. All the knowledge in the world won’t help you if you don’t take action in light of it. And if you won’t do what’s uncomfortable, I can’t help you.
But if you don’t mind ruffling a few feathers, pissing a few people off, and treading on a few toes, then click here and prepare yourself for glory!