The End of the Rainbow
There was a huge crowd gathered at the bookstore. The book signing looked like it was going to be a great success. People were milling around drinking five-dollar coffees and browsing through the thousands of books on display.
The book was titled “The End of the Rainbow; A Guide to Emotional Wealth” and it was already a bestseller. The Author of the book hadn’t arrived yet. He had received a personal call the previous night and had not been seen since. The call had been about a death in the family and he had been at a local tavern ever since.
When he arrived, he looked like he had slept in his clothes and reeked of gin. He staggered up to the microphone in the front of the store. The promoter of the tour, a book company representative, a woman who was constantly cheerful to the point making everyone around her sick, opened the event by announcing “Trevor George, everyone.”
There was a polite smatter of applause as the author began to speak.
“ You people make me sick. You are all lining up to buy a book so you can figure out why you aren’t happy, even though you have it all. You are without a doubt some of the most privileged people in the history of the planet, but all you do is bitch and complain. You want health care and better schools, but you don’t want to pay the taxes. You blame it on the poor. You think they should be left to starve just so you can afford a sports car. You say it is the survival of the fittest. Charles Darwin must be spinning in his grave. Wealth and power have nothing to do with natural selection. It is about the ability to adapt to changing circumstances, and our circumstances are about to change very soon. When the climate goes crazy, when the oil runs out, when our civilization descends into chaos, then we will see who is fittest to survive. You are all screwed. Thank you and goodnight.”
He then staggered and collapsed unconscious on the floor. The audience stood there bewildered. The book company woman then took the microphone and said. “Trevor George, everyone.” There was a polite smatter of applause, and then they all lined up for more five-dollar coffees and browsed through thousands of pointless books.
The book was titled “The End of the Rainbow; A Guide to Emotional Wealth” and it was already a bestseller. The Author of the book hadn’t arrived yet. He had received a personal call the previous night and had not been seen since. The call had been about a death in the family and he had been at a local tavern ever since.
When he arrived, he looked like he had slept in his clothes and reeked of gin. He staggered up to the microphone in the front of the store. The promoter of the tour, a book company representative, a woman who was constantly cheerful to the point making everyone around her sick, opened the event by announcing “Trevor George, everyone.”
There was a polite smatter of applause as the author began to speak.
“ You people make me sick. You are all lining up to buy a book so you can figure out why you aren’t happy, even though you have it all. You are without a doubt some of the most privileged people in the history of the planet, but all you do is bitch and complain. You want health care and better schools, but you don’t want to pay the taxes. You blame it on the poor. You think they should be left to starve just so you can afford a sports car. You say it is the survival of the fittest. Charles Darwin must be spinning in his grave. Wealth and power have nothing to do with natural selection. It is about the ability to adapt to changing circumstances, and our circumstances are about to change very soon. When the climate goes crazy, when the oil runs out, when our civilization descends into chaos, then we will see who is fittest to survive. You are all screwed. Thank you and goodnight.”
He then staggered and collapsed unconscious on the floor. The audience stood there bewildered. The book company woman then took the microphone and said. “Trevor George, everyone.” There was a polite smatter of applause, and then they all lined up for more five-dollar coffees and browsed through thousands of pointless books.
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