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. Not when too many good novelists remain unpublished.
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There was a time when I wanted to be like Sting, the singer, belting out, “Roxanne …” I guess that’s why we have karaoke, for fantasy night. If only there was such a thing for failed plumbers, politicians or celebrities who think they can write.
It’s called a blog, dude. Joe the Plumber’s got one of those too (coming soon!).
Me, I’m not worried about Joe the Writer. Nobody’s making Tom the Reader or Timothy the Elitist go out and buy the book, right? To blame bad writers for the underlying culture of flash-in-the-pan media too little too late.