At the local Barnes & Noble bookstore, there’s a table with the label “Thought Provoking,” filled with pop-atheist tomes by Richard Dawkins, Christopher Hitchens, et al, along with an assortment of various volumes of new-agey and left-wing drivel.
I felt the odd urge to set up a table across from it filled with the works of folks such as St. Thomas Aquinas, G.K. Chesterton, C.S. Lewis, Russell Kirk, and the like, and label it something along the lines of “Dumber ‘n Dirt.”
Unfortunately, the irony would likely be lost on most Barnes & Noble patrons.
Also at the bookstore – not only must we suffer from the ubiquitous and apparently unending marketing of “Twilight” excrement, but now it’s spawned an entire genre. There’s a whole row of shelves dedicated to “Teen Paranormal Romance,” filled with thousands of clones concerning sex with vampires and other such monsters, which evidently teenage girls these days just can’t get enough of. Does every teen chick in America suffer from obsessive fantasies about doing the nasty with the undead? Just what the hell is this world coming to?