Not a whole lot, but some folks are curious why I’m not flooding the internet, especially Facebook, with pictures of the brands I represent. Or why I have such eclectic subject matter presented in My Story, totally unrelated to cigars.
My retort is a simple question, “Why should I? What’s the point? “Why not?” It would be like you proselytizing about how good a dentist you are, or a doctor, a plumber, a pediatrician, a butcher, baker, or candlestick maker. You are the best. Well, of course, you are. Whadda ya gonna say, I’m the worst dentist since W.C. Fields, or the most horrendous physician as the demonic Dr. Mengele, or the most crazed butcher as Jeffrey Dahmer?
Would you? Of course not.
When a particular cigar is seen over and over and over again touting its magnificence by bleeding all over Facebook guess what happens? Methinks the reader falls into the pit of indifference.
After a half-hour or so of scrolling due to boredom, the cigar (or any product for that matter) is simply passed by. Sure it may subliminally enter your subconscious, but after the fifth or sixth time of “such and such is the best, boldest and the brightest”), the reader doesn’t give a hoot. Now the scroller is just looking for something that will make him or her pop again! Once that’s over, it’s back to smooth, silent, scrolling for another ejaculation of enjoyment.
And then even that excitement will begin to wane.
Then what? Bloody Hell . . . onto Instagram.