I spoke with a Legionnaire last night and contrary to my comments yesterday he was quite nice. Which, if you want, proves you should not judge a book by its cover.
Yes, as you have guessed I disagree with that notion.
A cover is like first impressions all so telling and lasting.
That first nod carries so much weight.
I won’t pick up a book with a beaming self help countenance. Slick gurus that claim you can be a millionaire too if only you could smile like their rectum. We all know they lie like the proverbial rug their philosophies are never as simple as they claim and who wants to smile like someone else’s rectum anyway?
I will never read anything by the current Prime Minister of Canada, his name cannot be written, not just because he is a Tory but also because he is a fundamentalist Christian something he keeps hidden but you know effects his decision making; recent spotlights do attest to that.
I will not read anything by Barbara Amiel columnist and devoted wife of Conrad Black. Both are so arrogantly right wing they may as well strap on a swastika and step on gooses. Just her name sends shivers down Jazzy’s spine.
Also anyone that does not shake hands with women, a lot of men in this country don’t, or offer the information conveying nod are also to be avoided until they prove themselves.
So you see the cover, whatever shape it takes, is a damn fine indicator of what will be found within.