OK. Maybe I’m a little jealous. I wish I could travel the country making insipid speeches and being able to use crib notes on my hand; fly in Lear Jets and Gulfstreams; hire ghost writers to write “my own” book; then spend my free time on a reality TV show and entering the dumbest shit on my FB account and Twitter. And in the get payed almost 6 million dollars a year for being a lame idiot.

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