Thursday, November 17, 2005

What do you call a senator who can't write?

A Boxer? Evidently so. For proof, you need go no farther than the following must-read book review by John Miller of Sen. Barbara Boxer's book, A Time to Run. It is well-done and hilarious -- the review, that is. Boxer's book only unintentionally steers into levity, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with "well-done".

Here is a sample of Miller's subtle critique of the Boxer masterpiece:
Of course, saying that A Time To Run has a few bad parts really doesn't give Boxer enough credit — the whole book is stupendously awful, from the first page to the last. As a service to you, dear reader, I have slogged my way through it, in order to share with you the worst of the worst.
Hugh Hewitt poked his head out the Harriet Miers dog house to offer the great suggestion that Miller's review be read aloud. I say, try it. In fact, try it in a Starbucks in San Francisco.