The bookish parade of paycheck patriots

When I was still hosting an overnight radio show, a woman called in at zero-dark-thirty to brag she had just purchased her 26th anti-Bill Clinton book.
“Didn’t the first 25 convince you Slick Willie is unfit for office?” I asked. “Or has it become a thing, like collecting Beanie Babies or Franklin Mint Harlequin plates?” I continued with my characteristic searing wit.
“You can never have too much truth,” she said, putting me in my place. I mean, not even