I Bombed Korea Every Night

I was riding the elevator just now, having come back from a smoke break. There was a lean, tanned, middle-age business-looking dude on the elevator with me on the way up. (There was also a skinny young guy listening to a podcast on his iPod way too loudly, but he's not important to the story. Like this is actually a "story.)

Business Dude was carrying two, apparently new paperback copies of American Caesar. And this struck my fancy -- who goes and buys TWO copies of a book? My fear is that he read American Caeser a little while ago, loved it, and is now giving copies of it to his colleagues or underlings to impress upon them how damn good this book was, and how important it can be to their business or careers or whatever.

But really, that's the only explanation I could think of. Maybe Business Due heard it was good and bought a copy for himself and his wife or whatever. But why you think your wife -- nevermind your coworkers -- would love to receive as a gift a 30-year old, 800 page biography of a delusional blowhard who happily fired on American veterans and started an unnecessary war with China (that'd be Douglas MacArthur), um, that's an answer I don't have.