Longtime readers may recall that I hate motivational speakers, hate them with a passion usually reserved for Celine Dion. And the king of these con artists is Tony Robbins, that tall bundle of white teeth and bullshit that has gotten quite rich selling platitudes to the clueless. So I cringed when I saw this article at Politico:
Robbins is asked in the September issue of Playboy magazine whether he gets “emergency calls from celebrities.” Robbins answers in the affirmative.
“It could be anyone from Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day to President Clinton wanting just another point of view.”
“He called asking for assistance during the time he was losing power as the Republicans had taken over both houses of Congress. ‘Mr. President,’ I told him, ‘I have to tell you in advance — I’m not a fan.’ … I felt he had campaigned on the economy but was focusing on everything but that. The incongruity of it bugged me. But as I got to spend time with him, I saw an impassioned man with a deep desire to end suffering.”