The art of literature has been castrated without anesthesia by this sad, laughable piece of, well, I'd call it writing, but that just doesn't seem fair to real, actual, accomplished writers. While there are many things that bother me about the whole Jersey trend, this is by far the most damning. I often wonder if this "situation" guy even slightly realizes what a joke he is to society. Now, I understand that 98% of those who hail from the Garden state are living under the false pretention that those of us not from there have some sort of bent admiration for them. However, this could not be further from the truth. In essence, the public's fascination with Jersey is tantamount to an infant's fascination with a water balloon; it's slightly entertaining, easily manipulated, and we can't help but want to drop it off a large building to see what happens. As an author myself, it sickens me to think that I am now in the professional company of this sack lunch with abs. Even more concerning (provided that we as a society have not risen up to burn all remaining copies), fifty years from now, it is thoughtless mind spew like this that will serve as a reflection of the generation that still had a shred of editorial integrity. If you want to know the real situation, I'll give it to you: Apparently, any ass-clown with gelled hair, a tan, and a 30 word vocabulary can make it in America, provided there are still agenda-driven producers who are willing to sell their soul at the expense of exploitation. This book personifies so much of what is wrong with our country, and I honestly feel less intelligent having read it.