The Value Of This Book Really Held Up

I was at my local book store and found this gem in the dollar rack. It was a bit over the top, I thought.

See what being promised rainbows and skittle crapping unicorns will produce? Instead of a mediocre kids book, the author produced a book that brown-nosed BHO to the point of making Waylon Smithers look like Dolly, Jane and Lily.

Books like this always remind me of the this essay about The Artist and The Collective. The sad thing is the author went willingly into the collective void. No force needed, even Stalin would be impressed.