Or, put another way, If I ever wrote a paragraph — let alone the several quoted here — as … um … bad … well, I hope my friends would be kind enough to let me know, so that I could hang up my writing ambitions and … take up needlepoint, or growing roses, or something like that.
And yet it will sell a zillion copies, like its predecessor, and net Beck big bundles of cash. Yeesh.
The Eye Of Moloch: Glenn Beck Managed To Write A Novel Worse Than The Overton Window