The epitome of liturgical horror

While planning the prayers of the faithful for this weekend, we consulted a book in our parish liturgy library: Prayers of the Faithful: cycles A, B, and C (be sure to read the review at the bottom of the page). I really cannot begin to describe how wretched much of this book is. Take, for example, these suggested prayers for Thanksgiving (year A):

“For the smell of new rain, for pumpkins and Snoopy, for the aroma of homemade bread, for cotton candy, for funny looking animals like giraffes and koalas and human beings, let us give thanks to the Lord.

For the smell of fall in the air, for pay checks, and smoked ribs, for the intricate designs of window frost, and for ice cubes and ice cream,

For clean sheets and peanut butter, and perma-press, and stereo-headphones, for vacations and seat belts, for escalators, and for views from tall buildings, and for red balloons,

For first romances and second romances, for eyes to see colors and ears to hear music and feet to dance, for dissenters and the right to dissent, for black and red and brown power, for pine trees and daises, for newspapers and sandals and frogs,

For parks and woodsmoke and snow, for the smell of leather, for funny buttons and powerful posters, for pecan pies and long hair and french fries and re-cycling centers, for jet planes and for finding a nearby parking space, for zoos and splashing fountains and rock music and Bach music,

You might guess that this material is really from the pen of someone like the Curt Jester, but sadly, the book is only a parody of itself. The horror! The horror!