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| I'd say we have more of a Brockway flavor. |
Postscript on the whole Get Motivated! “traffic tsunami:” it never happened. Apparently only two-thirds of the expected 12,000 attendees showed up, and those 8,000 took the city’s advice to come early, carpool, or take the bus, because traffic was not only not heavy during yesterday’s rush hour, it was somehow lighter than usual. And Providence tried so hard! School was delayed, there were troopers all over the highway, and cops on every corner downtown to handle the influx of cars that never happened. So why did the city think 12,000 people were going to come to this thing? Because Get Motivated! told them so!
To add insult to injury, it seems that this Get Motivated! is even more of a scam than it looks to be on its smarmy face. It’s basically a day-long infomercial for some investment software, punctuated by bigshots telling you how to live your life. Tickets are $2 in advance, and when you give them your credit card number online, you’re also subscribing to said software for much, much more than $2, unless you opt out in writing by the Saturday before the conference. (If you show up at the door and want in, your ticket costs over $200.) Plus, you’re subjected to the decidedly non-comedic stylings of one Bill Cosby, who seems to have lost his damn mind:
Cosby wore a gray sweat suit with the words “Hello Friend” on his chest.
The Lord helps those who help themselves, Cosby said, but too many people forget the last three words.
“I’m not here to sell you God, I’m just here to tell you some good sense,” he said.
He told a story about Jesus meeting a supplicant who wants his high blood pressure cured.
“Don’t eat salt,” Jesus tells him.
The supplicant expected more — a healing touch, perhaps — and says he’s disappointed.
“Wait till you meet my father,” Jesus replies.
The moral? You are gonna die, salty. It's okay; so am I. All I ask is that you bury me in a gray sweat suit with “Hello Friend” written on the chest.
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