Blame Caleb for the BP Oil Leak

It seems book deals are overwhelmingly the result of celebrity. But because I have never madamed a gubernatorial knob gobbling session, didn't shoot to national fame by positioning my condescension to gullible suckers as empathy for "the real America," and unfortunately wasn't smart enough to fool Oprah first, my current celeb-cred holds steady at terror alert level negative green. In fact, I barely warrant an obituary, let alone a book. But if controversy is what the...