I am so pissed off right now, I don't think I -can- snark. Just...GAH.
So, I'm in Hasting's and there's a little display with dog books and at least three of them are about pit bulls! I'm ecstatic, and overjoyed, and even happy! I pick up the a book at random, and begin to leaf through it. My train of thought, in exactly its original order:
1: Wow, these dogs have piss-poor conformation.
2: They're all...chained outside? With LOGGING chains? Surely, the wrongness of this will be discussed in later chapters?
3: They're covered in...fight scars? And fresh wounds?!
Then I start reading words, instead of looking at pictures. It goes about like this:
GAMENESS!!!blahblahblah I live in a hole under a trailer and chew snuff! blahblahblah Show rings are EEEEEEEEVOL! blahblahblahyardle Gameness! Gameness, and GAMENESS as well! Why do people hate pit bulls? DOG FIGHTING IS SOOOOO KEWL-RAD!I'm probably abusing animals to compensate for my tiny, tiny dick.
I can't actually remember the name of this book, or of the asshole who wrote it, but I don't think I've been more pissed off by a book in a long time, and I even mocked the pagan books section during that Hasting's trip, and subsequently read about how to summon elemental dragons using my innate druidicraftickal powers! I just can't believe this blithering idiot was trusted with a word processor, much less that he was actually published. Hasting's, you have failed me.