Publisher's Synopsis
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You may know Jimmy Failla as the best dressed man in cable news. A force multiplier of positive energy on the radio who sounds like he gets paid in Tequila and Tide Pods. But he's also a former New York City Taxi Driver who's spent countless hours conversing with people from all over this planet and several planets you've never heard of. It's those chats with hobbits, hookers, and time travelers that fill The Cancel Culture Dictionary with the unique perspective and savage self-awareness we need to escape the outrage era society is stuck in.
Let's face it. Life in this country was WAY better before the Smart Phone came along and made us infinitely dumber. Social Media has turned our "shining city on a hill" into a Real Housewives episode on Bravo where every day is a constant cat fight about politics. Weaponized censorship and runaway speech policing has left many people unable to tell the difference between a comedian and a criminal. Although to be fair, sometimes they're the same, in Bill Cosby's case.
But if there's one thing we can all be sure of, it's that spending the past 10 years with our faces glued to our phones has made us crankier, crazier, and much fatter, despite what the Instagram Filters show you.
This book is a collection of naughty jokes and nutty people whose stories guide us to a world where we don't spend all day slugging it out on Twitter, X, or whatever dumb name Elon Musk gives it next time he gets stoned. No, it's not an actual dictionary, although the author should probably spend more time reading one. Think of it as a ridiculous roadmap to a time where life didn't revolve around the Republican Party and the Democratic Party because we were all too focused on The Keg Party. And unlike other works devoted to the cancel craze, we'll show how the people who lost the most with each celebrity firing were everyday Americans who had nothing to do with it.
Cancel Culture and the outrage era have dragged us all into a war on fun. But this book is not a call to arms, girlfriend. If anything, it's a call to chill the f**k out.
So hop in, shut the door, and don't waste time fiddling with the seatbelt. The way we're about to drive, it can't help you anyway.
