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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
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Subject: [Weblogsky] Weblogsky - Subscribe to the life of Robert Anton Wilson
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Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2006 13:30:32 -0400 (EDT)
---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Thu, 05 Oct 2006 12:27:52 -0400 From: FeedBlitz <feedblitz@mail.feedblitz.com> To: sondheim <sondheim@panix.com> Subject: [Weblogsky] Weblogsky - Subscribe to the life of Robert Anton Wilson Here are the FeedBlitz email updates for - sondheim@panix.com - Subscribe to the life of Robert Anton Wilson __________________________________________________________________ ** Weblogsky - Subscribe to the life of Robert Anton Wilson - http://www.weblogsky.com/ * Subscribe to the life of Robert Anton Wilson - http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Weblogsky/~3/32286154/001048.html It's a helluva note that remarkable people too often die broke, often because they've devoted their lives and their energies to missions that enrich the lives of many without too much regard for their own financial stability. The great Robert Anton Wilson, whose ideas and cosmic jokes influenced a whole generation of eyeball-rolling cultural dissidents, in fact reality dissidents, is suffering from post-polio syndrome, has little money and little means to make money. He could use our help. And for more on Wilson today, read this.In fact, one day this past spring, after Santa Cruz moviegoers had lined up to see What the Bleep Do We Know!? in sufficient numbers to justify its three-month run, Robert Anton Wilson was lying alone, conscious but unable to move, on the floor of this one-bedroom Capitola apartment for 30 hours. "It really didn't seem that long," says Wilson of his collapse, which ended when his daughter arrived and broke down the door. "And I remember thinking, as I'm lying there trying to move and unable to move: Hey, I may be dying now. And it didn't frighten me or bother me at all." Wilson's subsequent trip to the hospital, the first of his adult life, was a different story altogether. "The worst thing about hospitals," says Wilson, who was rescued when his daughter managed to break into the apartment, "is that all the rights guaranteed in the first 10 amendments are immediately canceled. You have no civil rights whatsoever. And the second thing is, all the ordinary rules no longer apply--you are no longer a person deserving of kindness, you're a disobedient child who has to be reprimanded and herded around. My God, I don't know why people put up with such treatment." Wilson, we can presume, doesn't particularly like being told what to do. "Not by people who treat me like an idiot. Not when I'm 73 years old, I have 35 books in print, I supported a wife and four kids for most of my life. I do not appreciate being treated like a disobedient 4-year-old, the way they treat everybody in the hospital." Of course, you don't have to go to a hospital to be treated like that, but Wilson's on a roll ... "I was an editor of Playboy, for chrissake," he cries, as though that, if nothing else, should carry some weight in this culture. "I've had plays performed in England, Germany and the United States; my books are in print in a dozen countries. Why the hell do they treat me like a child? I refuse to tolerate it. If they won't treat me with dignity, I won't go anywhere near them, especially with all the goddamned germs they got floating around there. CNN did a report on it -- the number of people who are killed by diseases picked up in hospitals is much greater than the number who are killed by cars. "I'm never going to a hospital again. Never, never, never, never! I will lie on the floor and die before I go back to a hospital...." __________________________________________________________________ Comments (0) Add a comment __________________________________________________________________ Unsubscribe from all current and future newsletters powered by FeedBlitz - http://www.feedblitz.com/f/f.fbz?EmailRemove=_MTAwOTg3OHxzb25kaGVpbUBwYW5peC5jb20=_