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LIES And the Lying Liars Who Tell Them (A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right)

In honor of election week, let's talk books about politics. My book shelf has a ton of novels I haven't read yet and very little in the way of non-fiction. 

Luckily, my husband and I have only been married for about a year and a half. His side of the built in bookshelves are more of a mystery to me. 

This morning I went shopping like it was Half Price Books over there, right in my very own living room!


Book I haven't read yet: LIES And the Lying Liars Who Tell Them (A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right) by Al Franken

Why I haven't read it: Generally, books like this just aren't my thaaaaang. But, given the political climate, I feel like I have some catching up to do. 

Should YOU read it? Well, Al Franken is hilarious. So, if you have a sense of humor, yeah. 

Published in 2004, LIES appears to delve deep into the rhetoric of the Right. According to the back cover, Al Franken exposes them all for what they are: "liars. Lying, lying liars... He takes on the pundits, the politicians, and the issues, in the most talked about book of the year."

(Perhaps he could write the 2022 version. But, I digress.)

A quick perusal through the introduction, author's note and acknowledgments had me in stitches. Franken opines that God chose him to write this book. Additionally, God told him that "He/ She/ It had actually chosen Al Gore (for the presidency) by making sure that Al Gore won the popular vote and, God thought, the electoral college." 

So, God was mad. 


On the back cover, the AP says this book, "...rings with the moral clarity of an angels trumpet..." and The Onion describes it as a "heady mixture of scathing humor and righteous indignation."

The only thing I can find wrong with this book is that, inside page 201, I found some pics of my husband with his high school girlfriend. Barf.


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