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It's not feelings of superiority that make us suspect the universe is filled with dumb people: The universe really is filled with dumb people, as it's easy to see in the pages of Leland Gregory's sharp offering, Hey Idiot! Gregory, a former Saturday Night Live writer, is the smart cookie who's previously showed us gray matter-challenged examples in everything from the criminal world to the hallowed halls of government. This time, though, everyone, everywhere is fair game if they've exhibited outrageously stupid behavior. Consider:
* The forgetful fireman who left cooking oil on the stove and returned from a call to find the station house burned to the ground.
* A lung cancer patient who caused an explosion when he lit up a cigarette-in his oxygen tent.
* A 58-year-old billiards player who was suspended from competition after testing positive for a muscle-building hormone.
* F. Edward Hebert, chairman of the House Armed Services Committee, who said, The only way we'll get a volunteer army is to draft them.
Hey Idiot! lets everyone from bosses to public officials, doctors to sports heroes, skewer themselves with their moronic words and action. Readers will howl with laughter at the more than 200 examples of boneheadedness and buffoonery. Wise up and don't miss Hey Idiot!
482 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 1, 2003
[Imported automatically from my blog. Some formatting there may not have translated here.]
This is a stupid book about stupidity. I can't remember why I have it. Did I buy it? That would have been stupid. Maybe a Christmas gift from long ago? That would make more sense; it has the air of something strategically re-gifted.
But I wouldn't—couldn't—shuffle this awful book off to someone else. Pun Salad Manor is where re-gifting chains finally end.
It's 249 pages. Allegedly a "humor" book, but I can honestly say I didn't laugh once. The author, Leland Gregory, has a Facebook page, in which he describes himself as "The Official Chronicler of Human Stupidity".
Which means: he scours the media for oddball stories, cuts and pastes, adds occasional snarky comments, and when he gets to a certain number, Voila, another book crapped out.
I suppose it's a living. At least he's not a politician.
Example, an item titled "Tic-Tac-Don't":
A nine-year-old student from Weems Elementary School in Manassas, Virginia, was suspended under the schools zero-tolerance policy on drugs. The boy had been caught giving his friends a Certs breath mint. The school policy not only bans real drugs but also "look-alikes" that a reasonable person would believe is a controlled substance. Defending his son's reputation, the boy's father said, "He's not a breath-mint addict or anything like that." Not yet, but who knows where something like this might lead?
Thigh-slapper? No. (But here, if you're interested, is the Washington Post story on which the item is apparently based.)
249 pages of this sort of thing is the very definition of tedious reading.
Anyway: I own it, I put it on the to-be-read pile, and eventually it came up. And now I'm using it to inflate my book-reading numbers. Does that make me stupid? Probably.