We know that you’re all dying to know that Meghsie McCain, living proof of the Theory of Devolution (and starting out with a sire like her dad, that’s quite an accomplishment as we weren’t aware that there was anything lower than whale shit), has produced another “book.”
It’s interesting, really. We read a lot of sites, as we’re sure you do too, you need to stay ahead when you’re the Emperor of all of the Known Universe (and Outlying Counties), and we know of a lot of writers out there who have never published a line, writers that ought to be published by any standard, we’d buy their damn books if they were about what they had for breakfast, yet the only ones who seem to be able to get through to an actual publisher are imbeciles who shouldn’t be published on toilet paper. The kind of useless airheads who would have their scribblings erased from public toilet walls for their sheer inanity.
Yet they’re “famous” and therefore every dipshit publisher in the publishing business will pay them money for crap that would be grounds for expulsion if a first grader had written them (and justifiable grounds too!).
And the publishing industry is wondering why they’re circling the drain too.
We were considering, even though you’re apparently supposed to pay real money to get a copy, for reasons that delude us, getting it so we could do a review. Thankfully, we don’t have to even contemplate that journey into literary hell now, since somebody else stepped up to take a grenade for the team. Thank you, Betsy Woodruff, you’re a far braver person than we are.
A brief synopsis would be that Meghan “Fun Bags” McCain teams up with another liberal to tour the United States in search of the reason why Republicans can’t just be reasonable and give Democrat Fascists all they want, the way they used to. And their riveting conclusion [spoiler alert for those of you masochistic enough to actually want to read the damnable abomination] is that, and we swear that we’re not making this up, the only man who can save America is… Dennis Kucinich.
We once had a crack Imperial Research Team assigned to finding out if it really was possible to come up with something so insanely inane that it would trigger a critical mass event and create a Singularity of Stupid™ that would suck all imbeciles into it and transport them across the Retard Horizon. Our plan was, were they successful, to do a test run detonating it in a place like Berkeley. But even though they worked for months, accruing overtime that would, had His Imperial Majesty ever thought to actually pay them, have made Hussein Obam-bam’s deficit look like bus fare, they never could come up with anything that was even remotely comparable to the sheer fuckheadedness that is, well, every word Meghan McCain ever uttered.
We are in awe.
Still, you should read the review, for it is good. And, also, testimony to the fortitude and bravery of Ms. Woodruff.