The joy of dumb.

As a New Yorker, I consider myself lucky. Though their numbers are fast dwindling, we still have a few independent bookstores left. In such stores, the staff can read, the books are well-displayed, and the selection is usually devoid of books by Ann Coulter that mainstream anti-semite. In other words, there is a degree of intelligence in such stores.

This morning, however, I stopped in on a Barnes & Noble, the Duane Reade of bookstore. I came upon this section: "New History."

Oy.