Yep, that is hard core porn. Ban the book and have a book burning. Plan on spending a couple of years at the burning. Every romance (sic) novel ever written will need to be burned so you will have to make an unannounced raid on every home and building in the U.S. Come on, you can do it, you know you want to. 'Sarcasm, on'

Romance sells some godawful percentage of the entire fiction market... more than half? Harlequin, not long ago, started a NASCAR series because marketing discovered that women who like NASCAR read romances. And that's just one very small niche. And yeah, a lot of it is explicit and yeah, nothing is quite as funny as reading snippets about fused lips and throbbing centers. (Better yet, read the "good parts" out loud.)

Sometimes it's necessary to escape to a place that promises a happy everafter. I do it in binges, when I need to rest my brain rather than stimulate it. And then there was a lady I bought a bag of used books from at her yard sale... after her husband died she couldn't sleep without something to keep her from thinking about losing him. Something fluffy rather than difficult. Women who enthuse about romance read it. Women who would rather have a root canal than admit they read romance, read it. Books that aren't romance nearly always have some romantic element in them.

Dissing romance is about as election smart as a campaign against Walmart...

For some reason i think a man who writes about gay pedophilia and splitting bannanas into 4 equal parts with certain parts of genitalia is a little different than a woman who wrote a romance novel about typical heterosexual sex.

Fred Head? um, nevermind.

Ha! JB beat me to the punch.

I found this hilarious -- Fred Head said about the book: " which has her name at the top of every other page - - - a clear testament to Susan Combs' insatiable ego and desire to see her name in print."

Has he never read a book before and seen the author's name at the top of the page? What an idiot.

"Fred Head" sounds like a porn name to me.

Dang, if you'd been so cursed by your parents, and wanted to seek public office, why wouldn't you call yourself "Frederick Head?" It sounds so much better . . .

The Fred Head is dead, man . . .

I can top that, Jim.

For several years, we here in New Hampshire were represented by Tom Lantos' son-in-law, an architect named Dick Swett.

Swear. To. God.

J.

If that was porn, Fred Dickhead is OBL.

Fred Head? The guy I feel sorry for is his brother Richard!!

How about His sister Shirley?

hmmm...I know Richard Head had to go through life telling people "it's RICHARD...not DICK...ok?"

What was Shirley's problem? :)

Having had Mrs. Comb as my representative into the Texas state legislature for many years (I remember her starting off her political carrier handing out combs as part of building name recognition), I can't tell you how funny this is. And knowing that the chances of Head ending the election night the winner (or any democrat in Texas running for state wide office for that matter), all I can say is this is truly the act of political desperation.

At least in Texas, the democrats are going down in defeat.

I'd like to read a news story that starts out:

"Fred Head, and his brothers Dick, Sh*t, Meat, and Bone..."

Oh wait, I got it:

"As her body arched with ecstasy and she felt him deep inside her, she knew he was reaching the point of no return. Suddenly, she felt his body jerk violently and she heard him cry out:

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'BLOOD FOR ODIN!'"

And then we have this goof ball hitting every blog he could find in a Google search to post this commentary:

"I think everyone is missing the bigger picture, Susan Combs wrote a book with sex and then Susan Combs took a public position during debate on a sex education (ABSENCE ONLY)
bill while she served as a State Representative. The point, Susan Combs is a hypocrite.

Fred Head is clearly stating the facts.

Please debate how you can write a book of this nature and then took a public position of sex education (ABSENCE ONLY) bill. Can't have it both ways."

ABSENCE? hahaha. Not to mention the other errors.

But what's in a name, eh? My doctor's name is John Butcher. I swear. My banker's name is Brian Crooke. And my lawyer's name is, wait ...

Dick Moorehead.

There's also a chiropractor at the beach here named Popwell.

Gah! forgot to close my italic tag after Can't have it both ways.