I expected Jonah Goldberg’s book to be, let’s say, not very well done.
But after reading the collection of snapshots over at Sadly, No (read a post…any post) I feel like I have looked into the abyss only to find bone stupid looking back up at me with a self-satisfied grin. I tend not to use a certain expression often, but I’m beginning to wonder if Jonah isn’t…well…okay, I’ll just say it: slightly retarded.
Jeebus. My Flowers for Goldberg is more cohesive.