Well, maybe it would be more accurate to describe it as a book about the answer to my prayers.
Prayers that were, unfortunately, duly ignored.
So really, stumbling on this book is probably more of a cruel cosmic joke than anything else. I like to think of it as just another well-placed brick in the wall of my agnosticism.
On the other hand, if the person who wrote book this is actually making money on it, I salute him for his brilliant idea. Seriously, it could be blank inside and I'm sure he'd still sell quite a few of them as jokes.
The funniest part for me wasn't actually inside the book though. It was this:
This hurts my head. Who out there is thinking, "You know what would go perfect with this book about how to live with my giant crank? A terra cotta Obama with a green afro."
I would have guessed the answer would be "nobody," but I would have been wrong.
Apparently, there are enough people out there who want a Chia Obama that they sell them in two poses -- which are labeled "determined" and "happy."
When I look at them, I see something entirely different:
Happy Memorial Day Weekend, everyone. Please remember our fallen troops.