White Coat, Black Hat

It’s always about him.

Caravaggio - Narcissus


Well, now, this is really unfortunate. Nearly 24 hours have passed since I reached out to Carl Elliott, but I have not yet heard a word from him. You would think that once his younger brother achieved celebrity status in the bioethics community, some congratulations would be in order.
But no. Instead, he's phoning up media outlets, desperately trying to score interviews that will distract everyone from the website. It's a pathetic game of one-upmanship, truly. 

Check out his interview in today's Minneapolis Star Tribune.  Not one word about the website, or the success of yours truly in turning a truly horrible book into an overnight online viral success.  Not a single mention of  my attempts to reach out over the past few months. There's just stuff about him. After all, this is Carl we're talking about, and it's always about him.  Always.

What can I say. It's really sad to see a man in his late 40s still desperately chasing his younger brother's success, but I should be used to this by now. One of the sad consequences of fame is that some people just like to take potshots at you. Sometimes those people are even members of your own family. I'm just sorry you all have to watch this unfold.

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  1. Okay, I give up. Uncle. You win. If you’ll just stop, I’ll send the check. Just tell me how much I need to make it out for.

  2. Ten million dollars. You had your chance long ago. Now I’m famous and I’m ready to ride the gravy train.

  3. Right. The check’s in the mail. By the way, next time you are bragging about “acheiving celebrity status” you might want to check a dictionary first.

  4. Making up spelling errors; now that’s just sad. You should really learn to let things go. I just hope that someday you’ll get the help that you need.

  5. The only help I need is from a lawyer.

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