You Bet I'm Shy. I'm A Shyster

Anyone Buying This Book Is Going To Be Out A Tidy Sum If He Is Sucked In By The Title. I Wish I Could Write A Real Sexy Book That Would Be Barred From The Mails. Apparently Nothing Whets A Reader's Appetite For Literature More Than The News That The Author Has Been Thrown Into A Federal Pokey For Disturbing The Libido Of Millions Of Americans.

I Was Going To Thrash Them Within An Inch Of Their Lives, But I Didn't Have A Tape Measure.

Wages? You Want To Be Wage Slaves? Answer Me That! Of Course Not. What Is It That Makes Wage Slaves? Wages! I Want You To Be Free. Strike Off Your Chains! Strike Up The Band! Strike Three You're Out! Remember, There's Nothing Like Liberty, Except Colliers And The Saturday Evening Post. Be Free, Now And Forever. One And Individual. One For All And All For Me, And Tea For Two And Six For A Quarter.

Those Are My Principles, And If You Don't Like Them... Well, I Have Others.

I Can See You In The Kitchen Bending Over A Hot Stove, And I Can't See The Stove