Reading Is Fundamentalist

"Fundamental."

Hey, Jesusheads read, too. It's called the Bible, perhaps you've heard of it. Dobson is gonna hear about this outrage, and on today of all days when Our Lord the Smiter of Rabbits rises from his coffin to tell us whether there will be six more weeks of colored eggs in the fridge.

On a more lighthearted note, it's that time of the year again, where I help promote, in my own half-assed way, one of the lower-paying slices of the public pie.

It's National Library Week, secular hedonists!

So, the question remains, in this topsy-turvy, electro-downloadable, shuffling iPod phonetastic, Kindle-iscious world, why should you want to go to an actual building to get an actual physical book and actually read the actual thing, aside from the off chance of encountering someone as spectacularly crabby and hideous as I behind the counter?












"If you don't patronize your local library, I'll cry."



















"If you patronize your local library, I'll send you, yes, you, a pony."














"And another army to Afghanistan."



















"And another army -- oh, you ole dog!"