Over the years, I’ve been observing the American political scene as it portrays itself through the media. I’ve collected the little moments in the discourse where the cracks are showing. Through these cracks escapes some failed deception or truth, enabling me to make my own cracks. These fragments form a twitching mosaic that tell the bigger story of what’s wrong in America.
It’s all here, from the inconsequential to the important stuff. And don’t let the occasional numbers and facts fool you: beneath this book’s snarky juvenile exterior hides a deeply immature inner soul that is also pissed off.
Flip through the book the same as you would switch channels with your remote control. If you think a section stinks, I promise it’ll be over soon (I wish I could say the same about Joyce Carol Oates novels). I hit upon different aspects of the same problem only because I think certain points are worth hammering into the ground.
If the jokes seem to hit below the beltway, it is only because I don’t take these people as seriously as they take themselves.
Don’t feel sorry for anyone skewered in this book. From years of observation I can tell you that they lack shame, they don’t feel pain, and they don’t feel pain for others (unless there’s a camera on). The fact that they’re laughing all the way to the bank means that we should laugh harder behind their backs.
If you purchase this book for no other reason than as something you can throw at these people, I’ll be happy.