Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. I was just like you. All for this Barack Obama stuff. Until Inauguration Day that is. Now, all of a sudden, everybody is filled with hope. And worse, they’re being implored to do something. To follow their dreams. To accept new challenges. To be responsible for their own destiny.
I counted on folks not doing that type of stuff. That way, I figured I had a 1 in 10 million chance to make something happen with my life, assuming that 290 million Americans were hopeless, couldn’t be bothered and unwilling. Now the pool broadens and I’m just 1 in 300 million trying to change the world. I don’t like those odds.
What am I to do with my screenplay? Where do I shop that genius invention? Who can I tell about my hilarious YouTube video? I’m destined for the ash heap of history, thanks to the American people and their newfound initiative.
Can I get a “No We Can’t”?
