So suddenly, suddenly, Americans are worried about my public speaking ability. Look: I owned this Camry, years back. Years. Uglier than sin, this thing. But it ran, it was dependable. I drove it into the dirt. Saved my keister more than once. Point is this: let me be your Camry
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To old and disconnected from what the people want and need, sorry but we want a Tesla not a Camry.
Well I want eggs benedict for every breakfast and a snickers bar on the hour. But that’s not what’s good for me right now. Look: the trick this year is to cross examine what we want versus what we can have. If that’s eggs benedict, great. If it’s hash browns, I’ll take it.
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