s.z. and I know how tough it can be to attract the attention of today’s discerning book buyer. And it’s an especially taxing ordeal for wingnut authors, because they’re all competing for the same book buyer — the rabidly right wing bulk-and-pulp plutocrat. (On the bright side, at least they’re not forced to compete for readers.) But because every week brings another fact free, dolphin unsafe, cut-n-paste tome elbowing for space in warehouses and remainder tables and the receiving docks of cardboard box factories, it’s no longer enough to hike up your skirt, flash a bit of thigh sagging over a stocking top like a condom loaded with oatmeal, and wink saucily at Richard Mellon Scaife. Nowadays, you must marshal the forces of Citizen Journalism!
Just call us Curtis LeMay.