Recently I suggested in an offhand manner that people should read
Bill Ayers’ biography Barack Obama’s autobiography, “Dreams From My Father”.
This suggestion has been met with varying degrees of disgust and revulsion. For example:
I can think of a zillion better things to do with my time, including: roll around in a fire ant nest while covered with honey; try to get a BAC over 0.6 and still survive; and try to explain the free market to a group of hippies. – Ernie Loco
TL/DR – Scott
I’d rather set fire to my face and beat it out with a track shoe. – JW
I’m sensing a trend here.
So let’s roll with it
Tell me… what would you rather do than read “Dreams From My Father”?