my god, what have i done?

I've signed on for National Novel Writing Month, coming in November: 50,000 words in 30 days. That's 1,667 words per day = one 50,000 word novel.
The basic theme is easy enough - it's the theme I've been mulling for years now, about the Whiskey Revolution and how far we've come, or how near we remain. Savages - keepers of the western door - fighting over the right to play the good guy while the seaboard cities smolder in the reflected fire of the moneyed class's counterrevolution, then in full swing, and the excesses of the French revolution. "There's one thing we ought to remember," one graffitist in the University of Buffalo's catacombs wrote: "Those are students holding those hostages in Teheran." All solidarity to the students of the world - starving, delusional ideologues drunk on possibility.
My question, in this moment when the American economy is poised on the tipping point of debacle: What is the value of 50,000 words in 30 days? If the tree pulp's worth of a novel falls in the forest and no one is there to read it, does it make a difference?

A day after Iowa, I made my first move beyond idle tongue-wagging (bite-my-tongue-wagging, I should say, since I am so reluctant to express my true, frank thoughts).

I posted to Hillary's blog:
Offer the nation real change for a change, not chump change. Offer America a tax on carbon emissions. Build your platform around that, from national security to economics to public health to the environment--to the future. Be the future.

Remember the fundamental change you sought when you first became active politically; don’t settle for the impressive yet limited legacy you’ve earned so far. Thanks for all that, but we’re looking more more in our leader. We need more in the 21st century.

Do you think they'll offer me a job speech-writing ?