Create Your Own Constituency Of The Infuriated.

After Eating, An Epicure Gives A Thin Smile Of Satisfaction; A Gastronome, Burping Into His Napkin, Praises The Food In A Magazine; A Gourmet, Repressing His Burp, Criticizes The Food In The Same Magazine; A Gourmand Belches Happily And Tells Everybody Where He Ate; A Glutton Empraces The White Porcelain Alter, Or More Plainly, He Barfs.

Nobody Stands Taller Than Those Willing To Stand Corrected.

It Is In The Nature Of Tyranny To Deride The Will Of The People As The Voice Of The Mob, And To Denounce The Cry For Freedom As The Roar Of Anarchy.

I'm A Right-wing Pundit And Have Been For Many Years.

A Reader Ought To Be Able To Hold It And Become Familiar With Its Organized Contents And Make It A Mind's Manageable Companion.