So, if we have this straight—the attacks of 9-11 are a sign that we are reaching the end of times. And the Pope (yes, you, Francis!) is the Beast.
Of course, Marcussen first published this book in 1983, so he’s been banging this the-world-is-ending gong for three decades now.
Like Ellen White’s The Great Controversy, National Sunday Law is another one of these loony tracts that you can only laugh at with its dubious logic and pretensions to wisdom. And like White’s rant, Marcussen’s also arrived in our heathen hands via our mailbox—it was mass mailed without our requesting it.
Where was this book when we moved to New Yawk in 1993?
Hopeful rubes from Ohio, our hapless goyim brains got lost in a sea of incomprehensible utterances—schmuck! shmutz! shlemiel! shicksa! schtick! schmaltz! shvantz!
So many of the books listed on this blog are good for nothing but laughs. We mock them, then we pitch them in the recycling bin.
Naiman’s Every Goy’s Guide is both funny and a keeper.
This book is an exception.
Sure, it would make a great gag gift for, say, anyone who works at Initech or in a bureaucracy, where willful stupidity is commonplace. This book’s caustic title also might appeal to police officers and those individuals whose jobs put them in contact with crowds.
But the Marching Morons is a good read. Kornbluth is in the pantheon of science fiction writers. So, that makes this funny book cover a twofer!
Sure, we have heard of folks having skunks for pets—but the existential question is, WHY? Why not some other animal that doesn’t have a hideously stinky scent? And a more particular question is, “Has anyone ever made a profit selling skunks?” Ah, the mysteries of mankind…
Mmmmm, sour cream for breakfast, sour cream for lunch, and sour cream for dinner.
Why so much sour cream? Simple–you should eat it “for health and economy” the subtitle declares.
Don’t get us wrong—sour cream is tasty.
But we think the authors oversell its virtue a wee bit. Sure, sour creme can make bitter vegetables more palatable—mostly by obliterating their flavor.
Really, do we need sour cream in a recipe for “chocolate dream cookies”? Or how about in a batch of “lemon cookies”? We think not.
This is typical of the bad-craziness religious prophesy books one comes across from time to time. Here is how this book portrays mankind’s near future:
“The people of God—some in prison cells, some hidden in solitary retreats in the forests and mountains—still plead for divine protection, while in every corner companies of armed men, urged on by hosts of evil angels , are preparing for the work of death.”
We got a copy of this in the mail. Why? Beats us. Who sent it? Who knows.
“Complete with prayers, poetry, a daily affirmations journal, and thoughtful quotations from leading self-help experts, How to Live with a Huge Penis will inspire men of all shapes and sizes.”
Is this a joke? Does anyone really believe this is an affliction?
This title is part of the marvelous Amy Vanderbilt Success Program, a series that featured other fine titles like “How to Help Your Husband Get Ahead” and “Casserole Cookery.” This book, no doubt, would make a welcome Valentine’s Day gift for the lady in your life. (We suggest wearing head protection when you hand it over.)
Because CLEARLY these two subjects are connected!
The front cover pitches this as “a thought-provoking inquiry into the evidence linking ancient astronauts and the Bible” and brags, “175,000 copies in print!” Clearly, the suckers will be with us always.
Downing used rigorous scientific thinking to claim, as the ever useful Wikipedia notes, that “Jesus was an extraterrestrial sent to earth to rid the world of sin and wickedness, he cited biblical lines such as Jesus was from another world (John 8: 23) to support his claims, Downing also believed that Jesus left earth in a flying saucer to another planet, or perhaps another spatial dimension.” As of 2009, Downing was still preaching the UFO-Bible nexus.