In the interest of open-mindedness (and because I got a free copy), I spent last week wading through Bill Clinton’s book… and marvelled that, for the want of a good therapist, so many trees had to die.

This weekend, I’m reading the Swifties’ book about John Kerry, Unfit for Command, despite wondering why it takes 256 pages to say what the title so aptly conveys.

As always, get your own copy because I don’t lend out books and, besides, I have a feeling I’ll need my close at hand. Have you seen how many liberals I’m surrounded by? (And they call this “paradise”….)