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.”
*puke* Motivational speakers are the TV evangelists of the business world, turning a little charisma and eloquence into piles of money by fleecing the credulous and the desperate. Their act is nearly identical to the one you get from prosperity gospel preachers — all you have to do is pay me thousands of dollars for a weekend seminar and it will be returned to you ten-fold or a hundred-fold when they give you the crucial tools, the keys to success, the seven habits and a special acronym (TEAM: Together Everyone Accomplishes More! *puke again*) that will rocket you to the top of the business ladder! And just like the poor saps who send their money to Benny Hinn or Joyce Meyers, the middle management mediocrities who fall for this lame pitch inevitably find that they’ve wasted their money, that neither God nor Tony Robbins is going to make them rich and successful.
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