So what's the prize?

I'm speechless. I've never had such an honor bestowed upon me. The most praise I've ever received for anything was a second-place award in a state journalism contest for deadline reporting. I'm not at all sure how to handle this astounding recognition.

After all, I'm joining the ranks of such historymakers as:
Charles Lindburgh
Martin Luther King Jr.
Mahatma Gandhi
Franklin Roosevelt
Charles De Gaulle
The Pope

I have been chosen Time's Person of the Year. I'm overwhelmed. I'm touched. Truly touched.

Or at least I was until I read the fine print. Person of the Year is an annual issue of U.S. newsmagazine Time that features a profile on the man, woman, couple, group, idea, place, or machine that "for better or worse, has most influenced events in the preceding year."

Then I found out that past winners also included the notorious, nefarious and nutball: Adolf Hitler. Joseph Stalin -- TWICE. Newt Gingrich. And our not-so-illustrious president George W. Bush -- who also has been on TWICE (that would be the "for worse" choice in the "for better or worse" influence, I'd hope). And with the serious lack of women on the list, I'll bet the competition was, for years, called simply "Man of the Year."

The magazine cover says "YOU" are Person of the Year -- for Internet-based content creation. I don't blog for awards. I blog because I like to blab. Other people share bad music on MySpace. Still others take video of Britney Spears' pantiless crotch and put it on YouTube for the world to enjoy.

There's serious stuff going on the world. Murders. Wars. Espionnage. Scientific breakthroughs. Invention creation.

But they honor me.

Idiots.

Comments

Jenni said…

Wow, congratulations. Does that mean they honor me, too? 'cause 2006 was pretty crappy here, too. Duh. They are idiots. Obviously someone couldn't find a person. I mean we know that W is an idiot.

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