I need you all to stop what you’re doing, right this very second. Stop listening to music. If you have the TV on in the background, turn it off. If you’re at work or otherwise in public, tell everyone to be very quiet. You need to concentrate on a work of brilliance.
James Franco wrote a poem about President Obama titled “Obama in Asheville.” I can’t really describe it, but I’m going to go ahead and show you my favorite stanza:
I met Obama once, in D.C., the Correspondents’ Dinner.
I was the guest of Vanity Fair, guided through D.C. by the wife
Of Christopher Hitchens, when he was alive. We went to Hitch’s place,
He had books from floor to ceiling, and said he had read
To Borges, when he was blind, Old Icelandic Eddas—
Then we waited in a private room with the likes of Tom Cruise,
And Katie Holmes, and Claire Danes. When Obama entered
The crowd converged. Finally, I got to shake his hand,
He knew me from Spider-Man. I asked him for advice,
I was scheduled to give the commencement speech at UCLA
And there were some undergraduate knockers against me;
He had been denied the usual honorary degree by Arizona State
Because he hadn’t accomplished enough, so I wondered
How he dealt with detractors. He smiled his smile and said,
“Humor.” Well he’s damn right, and I wonder how much
That stand-up comedian is laughing in the face
Of this big country. Because he is one man and we are many,
And a great servant of the people—he’s a president, not a king—
And doesn’t need to face what King Charles once faced.
No, seriously, that’s what the whole thing is like. He’s absolutely insufferable, I can’t even believe it. He makes me want to bake my head in the oven. He makes me want to watch Freaks and Geeks and try to figure out how we got here. I kind of can’t stand him, but I love how hard I can’t stand him. Does that make sense?
But look, you have to read the whole thing, ok? Promise? Here it is.