I go to bed each night and ask, "What do I do? What am I supposed to do? Tell me what I'm supposed to do."
The comedy went nowhere. Complete bust. Meaningless waste of time. Interesting footnote in my life. Sorry if I've been petulant. I just never thought it would be a complete waste of five years of my life. Nothing. Complete nothingness. Can't even finance a visual show with ticket receipts.
The one good thing that came out of it is that some very influential people are watching my show. No lie can be spoken about me. I'm an open book. People have been watching my show for years. I'm the most highly vetted person in the room.
I think I'm just going to have to quit my job and take to the road and travel around and organize some kind of reining-in of this deformed monster baby called the United States. It has to be dealt with. The criminals have to be arrested and booted. And one of the very few people around here with the juice to do it is me.
I'm just going to have to step onto a wider stage and let come what may.
I estimate that I'll be arriving in New York within a couple weeks. I don't know what I'll do or where I'll go or who I'll meet up with. But something has to be done to kick this discussion upstairs.
If anyone in that tough-talkin' town has any guts, meet up with me.
I need intelligence.
