Warren B. is a true G(angster) and Oprah, well she’s the devil
I often wonder about the people who go out and buy a book based on seeing the author on the likes of Jon Stewart. Sure, Oprah’s a complete anomaly, I mean she could shit in a jar and tell her viewers that she’s discovered a miracle anti-aging cream called Oprah-Caca and 200 million people would buy it. Look what she did for that phoney James Frey. (Side note: I actually watched Oprah’s show recently for the first time, don’t ask… and if you haven’t yet joined the cult and have your wits about you, you’ll bug the fuck out… the way the audience (grown men and women) fans act like little Japanese girls in the 80’s who fainted when they heard Michael Jackson’s name is really scary. God bless America. (update, the crazy oprah fans are nowhere to be found online, they deleted them all except from liveleak…ghetto. but this dancing one on the Oprah YouTube channel is pretty zany too.
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I severely digress. The point is I fell prey myself to author, Alice Schroeder hawking her book “Warren Buffet: The Snowball Effect and Business of Life” recently on NPR. I was sitting on the runway that night and bought it on my Kindle, who wants to lug around 1000 pages anyway, other than tweens reading Twilight. What hooked me about the hawking was less the subject of the book, since Buffet didn’t strike me as all that fascinating, but more the author’s unique insight on the man. Buffet’s never had an authorized bio, but he tapped Schroeder to pen it based on his respect for her as a credit analyst.
The anecdote about Warren delivering the key note speech at Herb Allen’s annual media mogul summit is classic. To a crowd of newly minted Web moguls, he shit all over the speculative tech biz.
Did you know… Warren has two wives effectively. One based in SF, who appears at public events with him, and another who’s more of his homebody wifey that keeps his can of Coke on tap while he plays bridge online. Genius.
