CoL XI: Medusa's Laugh? Not so much.

I'm for the satire. I'm concerned, teaching as many youngins as I do, that the Swiftian approach can backfire. Their horror at "let the Irish eat their children" worries me; but their suave-ity with The Daily Show gives me hope. Still, will they get this? Because the satire of the number one pre-ordered book on Amazon, The Alphabet of Manliness, is not the most satirical satire. And, guys, if you Ironcially Cop A Feel off me when I'm in a bar, I will Ironically Sever Your Knee Cap and Ironically Break Your Collar Bone With The Nearest Available Pool Que. Got that?

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"I was kind of a class clown and my English teacher is actually the one who told me to check it out," Greenberg said. He said it's the no-holds-barred humor that's made him a fan. "There's nothing on TV or anything like it. It's kind of like an observational critique through satire."

Greenberg bought a copy of "The Alphabet of Manliness," and got his dad to buy one, too.

Maddox's book joins other Web authors turned book authors in the canon of bad-boy literature such as, "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" by self-proclaimed Lothario, Tucker Max. He's the author of the Web site TuckerMax.com, where he chronicles his bad behavior while on a quest to get drunk and seduce women. The author of the Web site and magazine "The Modern Drunkard," Frank Kelly Rich, also has written a book using the name of his site.

Because the "satire" part isn't all that clear. Cross-dressing sexism and homosociality and phallic gazing in the clingy satin dress of Satire, the holy bubble burster of political sanctimony, is not the Laugh of the Medusa. Twain this man is not. My instinct is this: Culture of Death, even with a sense of dark humor, is still culture of death.