Well, the book clearly was not my cup of tea so I decide to walk it down to the building’s library.

On the way down, I couldn’t resist. I open it up and start reading. It was short and simple minded. Um, I mean simply written.

Admittedly, I was hooked. It read like a train wreck. So I decide to take it to the pool with me and keep reading. I couldn’t put it down. Well, not for about a half hour, at which time I was done. It probably took 15 minutes to write. I’m a slow reader.

The chapter on Why Men Cheatwas dumb. I mean dumbfounding. That’s where my post’s title came from.

The author, Steve Harvey, had some other gems, too. Like the notion that women are to blame for the certainty that married men will cheat. Because, after all, they couldn’t cheat if there weren’t women out there willing to participate.

He goes on to talk about the poor cheated-on ladies, left to pick up the pieces at home. Good luck trying to get your man to tow the line, let alone get counseling. (What’s it like all day confined to your kitchens cooking and baking and wondering how to please your man, ladies? What is it 1890?)

But back too the poor powerful men. Minding their own business, just doing what nature intended.

I mean, when you’re a man and you’re powerful and there are women out there….

Well, what’s a poor powerful man to do?

And 2 + 2 = 6, right Steve?

Don’t miss my point. I don’t care what you do. But don’t write a book making up lame excuses for your behavior when you can’t live with your arrogant, asinine self.