Zomg Lyndon Larouche... that nutbag was once my nextdoor neighbor. He had armed guards in jeeps that would shoot uzis over the heads of little kids (i.e., me and my buds) playing in the woods next to his property for kicks.
On the Catcher in the Rye front, it's not strictly a Y chromosome thing, unless I and all my male friends with taste are somehow gender-traitors. It sucked. And I've never figured out how on earth it became mandatory reading.
"Only a man would think of that."
"It's our job... If you don't think of fifty-foot-high killer golems first, someone else will." Moist von Lipwig
"Are you saying," Brine interrupted, "that the human race was created to irritate Satan?"
"That is correct. Jehovah is infinite in his snottiness."
Brine reflected on this for a moment and regretted that he had not become a criminal at an early age. --Practical Demonkeeping