Quote of the moment:
Home of awful things you expect to only encounter in the bathrooms of 24-hour diners.
The original title of this book was "Helping The Retarded To Know God."
Not much better, eh? Still exploitative as hell, but there's not even any direct money in that, unlike staffing a brothel with them and paying them in popsicle sticks.
Here's the original, and it's 100% not altered in any way.
How about that?