Without Dr. Seuss there would be no Cat in the Hat, there would be no Green Eggs and Ham. There would be no One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish which was the first book I read by myself in its entirety. I can remember running out of my room to announce the feat to my mom.
Without Dr. Seuss there would be no Oh the Places You'll Go (and college graduates would have to settle for Chicken Soup for the Graduate's Soul or something), and there would be no My Book About ME – which is, to my mind, possibly the awesomest book ever and the best keepsake of younger, simpler times.
Without Dr. Seuss, our youth would have been that much less bright, imaginative, rhyming, and fun. But perhaps most importantly, our Christmases would have been without How Grinch Who Stole Christmas, a prospect even sadder than a Whoville without presents and even sadder than the thought of Seuss turning in his grave as our generation of fart masters and stupid accent riffers take his legacy and attempt to destroy it.
But what do you think?