David, David, David. If there was ever a book that cried out to be ghostwritten, it was this one.
Greg's title makes it pretty clear you didn't do jack shit to promote peace. You are, in point of fact, a useless son of a bitch.
Greg was busy healing the world with his E.T. hands, and all you did was bang out words on a fucking keyboard. You need to obfuscate that fact, not advertise it.
