Kind of a long sporking today. Sorry about that. On the plus side, you can roast some bread while you read this!
Kind of a long sporking today. Sorry about that. On the plus side, you can roast some bread while you read this!
Something tells me that Tesch is unfamiliar with the intricacies of military tactics.
It’s the stuff that really confusing dreams are made of.
If someone had told me before I started sporking that Gloria Tesch would actually stoop to plagiarizing from the Bible, I would have called them insane.
Even when Tesch uses words correctly she’s using them incorrectly.
I really hate it when Tesch tries to get philosophical. It’s like reading the diary of someone addicted to crystal meth.
A whole new chapter, all new nonsensical quotes. I think Gloria Tesch wrote this on acid. Or maybe her mother did acid while she was pregnant with her.
I’m pretty sure this book was written on a bad acid trip.
All I really need to do is quote pretty much everything and let the putrid pestilence stand and fail on its own merits. How am I supposed to make fun of this? It’s like kicking someone after you’ve already beaten them unconscious and tied them to the train tracks.