The unlicensed pipe fitter known as Joe the Plumber is out with a book this month, just as the last seconds on his 15 minutes are slipping away. I have a question for Joe: Do you want me to fix your leaky toilet?
I didn’t think so. And I don’t want you writing books.
Well, excuse Joe for living you vacuous piece of shit. When did God come down and appoint you as being worthwhile of being published?
No wonder the Times is losing money hand over fist.