OK, Your Humble Blogger does not claim to be up to date on stuff. It was only last week that I discovered the series of children’s non-fiction books published by Salariya Books called You Wouldn’t Want To… My first exposure was to You Wouldn’t Want To Work On the Great Wall of China. It turns out that prison laborer on the Great Wall is not much of a job to have, really. The next book Your Humble Blogger chose was You Wouldn’t Want To Be an Aristocrat in the French Revolution. And, you know, you wouldn’t.
I amused myself with coming up with potential titles for the series, but it turns out that with 42 books over six years, they are way ahead of me. You Wouldn't Want to Be a 19th-Century Coal Miner in England! You Wouldn't Want to Be a Roman Gladiator! You Wouldn't Want to Be an Aztec Sacrifice! You Wouldn't Want to Be a Victorian Mill Worker! You Wouldn't Want to Be on Apollo 13! We are not making this up. Neither are we making this up. Those are all actual titles.
Which leads us to the only remaining place to go, don’t go there. You Wouldn't Want to Be on the Trail of Tears! You Wouldn't Want to Be in Treblinka! You Wouldn’t Want to Be on the Long March! You Wouldn't Want to Be Infected with Syphilis! You Wouldn't Want to Have a Plunger Shoved up your Ass by the NYPD! You Wouldn't Want to Undergo Ritual Genital Mutilation! You Wouldn't Want to Make Me Angry! You Wouldn’t Want to Be a Fictional Character in the Works of H.P. Lovecraft! You Wouldn’t Want to Lead a Life of Quiet Desperation! You Wouldn’t Want to see the best minds of your generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked!
You Wouldn’t Want to Suffer Death and Be Buried, and on the Third Day Rise Again! You Wouldn’t Want to Have the Walkin’ Blues! You Wouldn’t Want to Be Too Much i’the Sun! You Wouldn’t Want to Lay Down and Weep By the Waters of Babylon! You Wouldn’t Want to Know What the Crocodile Has for Dinner!
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.
You Wouldn’t Want To Be Your Humble Blogger When He Doesn’t Get Enough Sleep
Actually, although I’m perfectly happy being me, and you’re quite right that I wouldn’t want to be V, I think hanging out with Our Humble Blogger in the throes of sleep deprivation might be hugely entertaining.
You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry, Mr. McGee!
peace
Matt
Laughing so hard now. Awesome post.
🙂 🙂
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