UPDATE, Thurs., 9:30 a.m. I'm now following Mark Victor Hansen, too, which occasioned this direct message from him:
Aspire to inspire! You can join me on facebook too! http://t.co/nZPzm8H| In a world of crisis U R The Solution! Check out my new book!So in a world of crisis, I'm the solution, huh? He didn't seem to feel that way about me the time we engaged on Anderson Cooper....
I'm now following Dr. Bob Proctor* on Twitter, and he was kind enough to send me the following private message:
Thanks for following! Please take the time to watch the special video I made for you: http://t.co/OBF1cm6The link doesn't work—I get a "not found on this server" error—but it does supply the title of the intended page, "Bob Proctors [sic] Success Secrets." Much as I'd like to think Bob has a special place for me in his heart, one supposes that the direct message I got is an auto-reply to all new followers; at one time, no doubt, a fully functioning version of it took you to someplace like here, a page that, as you can see, is chock full of ways to entice, and eventually extract money from, visiting marks. These guys don't miss a trick, do they? Or as poor duped Ned confronted Matty during that pivotal late scene in Body Heat (his words evincing the deliciously wicked sexual tension that Larry Kasdan's brilliant script generates throughout), "You never quit, do you? You just keep on coming."
I once wrote about Proctor (and Joe Vitale, and a pre-Sedona James Ray) for The Wall Street Journal; he was among of the first alumni of The Secret to perceive a growth opportunity in the book's failure to usher in the era of untold prosperity one might have expected, based on Rhonda Byrne's lavish promises for her brainchild. Interestingly, I got a bit of hate email in response to the piece. "You just don't want people to be more successful than you are, do you!", fumed one critic.
Yes, that's it in a nutshell. I hate success in any form, especially when it's happening to others. I am, in fact, the devil. You heard it here first.
* and I always thought there was something about the name Proctor, especially the first syllable, that suited him to a T.