A friend prevailed upon me to read a Tony Robbins book a couple of months ago.
It was riddled with wild inaccuracies of fact. Like he was making up his own history and science as he went along, to make sure it fit his commercial promotions. He’s a con man. Wildly successful, which is a disappointing commentary on the reading public. Academics and professionals whose names he used so prominently cannot have read what they were endorsing, or were induced not to care.
Friend is still a friend, which says a lot for her after I fisked the book so thoroughly.
Needless to say the book will be kept on file for reference the next time somebody tries to gush at me over his trash.
I consider all motivational speakers as con-men. Especially the ones who ask for money for their “wisdom”.
Joel Osteen is one of the worst offenders (or best if you prefer).
Who can forget Jimmy Swaggart, or Jim and Tammy Fay Bakker?
Nothing but four-flushers and hornswogglers.
“He’s a con man.”
He’s way beyond that. You’re being much too kind.