After a lifetime of working to advance the interests of the richest and most fortunate, it must be hard to admit that your efforts have resulted in staggering budget deficits, a bursting housing bubble and George Bush.

Of course, renowned economic savant Alan Greenspan, like any mobster, admits to nothing. He is shocked to discover that his support for Bush's rich man's tax cuts have led to endless budget deficits, and his efforts to prop Bush up for a second term by keeping interest rates low triggered a vast real estate bubble.

It's not surprising that Alan, a long-time acolyte of reactionary whack job Ayn Rand, is a stranger to slave-morality concepts like responsibility or remorse. It's not surprising that the beneficiaries of his mismanagement are eager to conceal the simple truths about how their tax cuts led a supine Congress to borrow $2 trillion from our children to finance an unnecessary war of choice.  

The only thing that's surprising is that any sentient being would plunk down $20 for a compendium of lame excuses. Unless of course you're buying in Euros. Thanks to Greenspan and his buddies, you'd only need €13.60.

What's the deal about wives of celebrities writing books? Are we supposed to think that talent is a sexually-transmitted disease? And what's so great about making them write their own books? Comedians don't write their own jokes. Politicians don't write their speeches. You don't see writers becoming celebrities – why should celebrities become writers? Thank you very much; you've been great.

Bus seriously, folks, would you serve brownies laced with avocado to your friends or to the head of the studio financing your increasingly loathsome husband's crappy animated movie? Of course you wouldn't.  

And your agent wouldn't riffle through the pages of a cookbook with suspiciously similar recipes just before selling your book for big bucks, either, we'd bet.  

Then again, you're not Jessica Seinfeld, and don't you forget it.

You've risen out of grinding poverty in Push Pin, South Carolina and reached the pinnacle of the legal profession: the United States Supreme Court. No wonder you're mad as hell.

For a guy who in the absence of affirmative action would be maybe teaching high school shop, Thomas is certainly bitter about the forces that got him there. His Yale Law degree is worth 15 cents, he claims. And how dare those Senators try to keep him down on the U.S. Court of Appeals merely because he busted a few snaps on some ho.

The Yale Law School might not have gotten him where he is today, but his, um, slavish devotion to the bitter reactionary wing of the Republican Party sure came through big time. Since then, Thomas has been a, um, faithful retainer to those forces on the Court.

In Thomas' retelling, he's the biggest victim of white racism since another recent memoirist, an equally proud black man by the name of O.J. Simpson.