All you people who have been assiduously saving small change, pennies, nickels, and such, in the hope of painlessly putting aside the wherewithal to buy Al Franken's book, Lies, etc., can quit now. Spend that money on a couple of beers, a hamburger, or a Snickers bar. The book is dreadful. Rest assured, I haven't read it. I scrutinized the cover for a minute or two, glanced at the dust jacket, but I've only dipped into it here and there, a random sampling, see. Quite enough for me to make an informed judgment. Lies is a mess with no discernible...