QotD: I'd Like To Be Thankless, Thanks

Congrats - TIME Magazine voted you "Person of the Year"!  What's your acceptance speech?

Very flattering, I'm sure. But how tragic, did you run out of ideas? I would thank my mother, if I didn't already know she would smack me on the head for it.
 
You could have rewarded someone who actually sweat blood and tears, sacrificed time, love/family and maybe even a slice of morality this year to accomplish something. A discovery, a milestone. You know, someone who actually tried.

But instead, you choose to graciously award us, people who don't do much else but go "OMG" and tie ourselves to our computer expressing a bulk of our free time in mouse clicks; photo uploads, reciprocating comments, flooding threads, dancing around on webcams, all for the sake of forming the oh-so-amazing 'web 2.0' (like we didn't see this coming?). Are you serious when you said you're moved by people on Facebook, Youtube, Myspace, Amazon reviewers, ranting bloggers?
 
We do these things when we are bored. Or don't go out. Since when was that Person Of The Year material? Why reward the maddening spike in self-absorption levels when the title should really go to someone the complete opposite, or at least someone who made better use of their time?

Maybe there really was no one this year that made a difference. Due to the lack of heroes and heroines, we will all lazily accept the award in their extinction. Well that says a lot for our humanity.

Changing my top 8 wasn't exactly the decision that rocked my world, but the fact that you don't have even have one, Time, that says a lot.
Whose smart idea was this and are they fired yet?
 
Ah well. Here's to 2006, the year of those who bravely suffered screen glare to construct our cyberspace playground, where we are all mini-celebrities,
right down to our .jpegs and urls.