Comic Transcripts

[[Two women are in a room. One is seated with a book, but has lifted her eyes from the page to begin her monologue. The other listens from behind her, concerned]]

Reader: There must be some books that never get read, not even once. They’re printed and bound and shipped to stores…Then remaindered and destroyed, or maybe bought and then sat on a shelf forever and ever.

Reader: Nobody learned anything from them. Nobody was taken on a journey of imagination by the carefully-chosen sequences of words they contained. Every day on the shelf, another hope dashed. Bought! Then re-sold to a used bookstore: more hope, fading but still flickering..until the fateful day of the trash compactor.

Listener: Maybe it’s good that some of those books are never read. What about a hate book? A racist book. Page after page of the most vile, ignorant tripe ever set to print. Some odious, illiterate screed set in 12-point Times New Roman because that was the default in Word.

Listener: And it’s not like it’s the book’s fault. The book was just paper, all bright-eyed and eager, showing up at the plant excited for its big day, its destiny…
Reader: Great now I feel bad for a racist book

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{{alt-text: ‘Cooking for Racists: 88 Bleached-Flour Recipes To Bolster the Caucasiarchy’}}

#878; The Saddest Most Terrible Book transcribed by in

[[Two women are in a room. One is seated with a book, but has lifted her eyes from the page to begin her monologue. The other listens from behind her, concerned]]

Reader: There must be some books that never get read, not even once. They’re printed and bound and shipped to stores…Then remaindered and destroyed, or maybe bought and then sat on a shelf forever and ever.

Reader: Nobody learned anything from them. Nobody was taken on a journey of imagination by the carefully-chosen sequences of words they contained. Every day on the shelf, another hope dashed. Bought! Then re-sold to a used bookstore: more hope, fading but still flickering..until the fateful day of the trash compactor.

Listener: Maybe it’s good that some of those books are never read. What about a hate book? A racist book. Page after page of the most vile, ignorant tripe ever set to print. Some odious, illiterate screed set in 12-point Times New Roman because that was the default in Word.

Listener: And it’s not like it’s the book’s fault. The book was just paper, all bright-eyed and eager, showing up at the plant excited for its big day, its destiny…
Reader: Great now I feel bad for a racist book

{{header: hope for that WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: ‘Cooking for Racists: 88 Bleached-Flour Recipes To Bolster the Caucasiarchy’}}

#878; The Saddest Most Terrible Book transcribed by in

[[Two women are in a room. One is seated with a book, but has lifted her eyes from the page to begin her monologue. The other listens from behind her, concerned]]

Reader: There must be some books that never get read, not even once. They're printed and bound and shipped to stores...Then remaindered and destroyed, or maybe bought and then sat on a shelf forever and ever.

Reader: Nobody learned anything from them. Nobody was taken on a journey of imagination by the carefully-chosen sequences of words they contained. Every day on the shelf, another hope dashed. Bought! Then re-sold to a used bookstore: more hope, fading but still flickering..until the fateful day of the trash compactor.

Listener: Maybe it's good that some of those books are never read. What about a hate book? A racist book. Page after page of the most vile, ignorant tripe ever set to print. Some odious, illiterate screed set in 12-point Times New Roman because that was the default in Word.

Listener: And it's not like it's the book's fault. The book was just paper, all bright-eyed and eager, showing up at the plant excited for its big day, its destiny...
Reader: Great now I feel bad for a racist book

{{header: hope for that WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: 'Cooking for Racists: 88 Bleached-Flour Recipes To Bolster the Caucasiarchy'}}

'Cooking for Racists: 88 Bleached-Flour Recipes To Bolster the Caucasiarchy'

Applications open for Genius Northwest – an IRL gaming competition

Last year, I participated in Genius Northwest, a gaming competition inspired by the Korean gameshow The Genius and its ilk.

It’s a reality show without the cameras — a 3-day, all-inclusive weekend retreat structured around a series of challenges and puzzles, in which personalities and dealmaking matter as much as playing games.

It’s truly a remarkable thing. I came in dead last in the competition, but I still had a great time participating.

The event is held annually in the Pacific Northwest (hence the name) and applications are now open to participate in the 2026 competition!

Learn more — and apply — at GeniusNW.com.


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