Adventures at Barnes & Noble

This weekend, Iain and I were at Barnes & Noble, where I picked up a copy of Upton Sinclair's The Jungle, because I can't find my copy (I probably lost it to the same place I lose most of my lost books—lending it to someone), and I haven't read it in a long time and Iain's never read it. It's now more than a century old, and the continued exploitation of workers makes it still-relevant. Depressing.

Anyway, as we were browsing, Iain sort of made a chuckle-gasp noise and then hissed at me, "Lisssssss! Look at this fooking fing!"


He held up the book and made an eesh! face, pointing at the cover art. History's Worst Decisions, featuring the image of a snake coiled around an apple with a bite taken out of it.


Was the worst decision depicted the acquisition of knowledge, or the Creation of Woman, I wondered…? Probably both, amirite, fellas?! HIGH FIVES!

Later, I decided to do some guerilla bookstore reorganization, and carried all three copies of Glenn Beck's Arguing with Idiots into the Humor section—which, not by coincidence, methinks, is directly across from the "Current Affairs" section, which is positively littered with trash from Beck, Sean Hannity, Michelle Malkin, Ann Coulter, et al.


Liss lift us up where we belong / Where the eagles fly / On a bookshelf high…
I had a momentary pang of guilt about the 10 seconds of extra work I had created for a B&N employee, but then I remembered that I've returned to their rightful place countless misplaced books left on random shelves by lazy shoppers in that store over the years. It ought to be enough karma to ensure that any progressive who discovers that shit will find it hilarious, and any conservative who gets pissed deserves the aggravation.