Today was the first day that I stopped by to read the reviews that The Journal has received on Amazon. There were only two reviews. I’m pretty sure I know who wrote one of them. (Thank you, Sheepdog.) I found the other one quite interesting and a little humorous.
Here it is: In a “virtual stone age” where the Farmers Almanac is still being printed, in a world brought down by “progressiveness” and “men becoming more feminine” fifty year old David Johnson, his wife, son and army buddies (don’t ask, don’t tell) fend off hording marauders, all while having fun “poking the bear”.
Remember that cool song by Hank Williams Jr about a country boy surviving? This ain’t it. This is some weirdo’s apocalypse fantasy where he beats up ungrateful bullies who’s wives apologize to him.
The reviewer appears to be unaware that the Farmer’s Almanac is printed roughly six months in advance. So, the 2014 almanac to which David refers in The Journal’s first entry would have most likely been published in mid-2013 when things were still “normal”, i.e. books being published, the electrical grid up and running, etc.
Have we met any of David’s Army buddies yet? I don’t recall writing about them. You’d think I would remember that.
I won’t argue whether or not I’m a “weirdo” as that is a purely subjective judgement.
Sorry, I couldn’t resist “poking the bear”.
Anyone care to leave a counter-review?