About the Author The New Libertarian Pamphleteer After a decade of study of the Libertarian movement in the United States Adam the Conqueror slays exhausted free-market rhetoric, invigorating it with deft analysis of its most highly regarded critics and thinkers, including but not limited to many of Liberty's leading lights; a great resource for the teacher of political and economic freedom The New Libertarian Pamphleteer includes The Shadow Laureates and 2001's call for freedom Personal Flag. (all copyrights 2001, 2002, 2003) Reviewers can contact [email protected] for a pre-published copy Product Description NOTES FROM HARD DRIVE: READ ONLY ACCESS Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. In the end, I can say: I am from them but I am not of them. I am not sick with seriousness. I do not have an ideal I want to attain. My life is silliness. I constantly seek approval. Even as I am disgruntled by denigrating words I say, "I deserve them." I tell myself "Roses have thorns," as I suck blood from my red fingers. I want to suffer from having journeyed. I want to wear a cloak of good fortune. I will cast it away later. Tell me secretly, you love my work. Tell others you hate it. Help me achieve my goal. Tell me your criticism is an attempt to strengthen your fragile reputation. I want security amongst my peers. If you loathe me, I will be secure. Remember: I not only seek your approval. I want it authenticated. What for? When I receive it all I can give you is an unappreciative, lackluster response. Tell me you adore me. I will leave you with the impression your praise is hardly worth my time. I will leave you with the impression I am a man who avoids contact with people who are likely to dote on me. I am so comatose I am convinced I shall never hear a kind word directed towards me or my efforts again. Publicly fault my work. It is a noble deed. Aspire towards nobility. Deride me. Make me a household name for being so worthy of disdain. Infamy combined with record sales will provide a peaceful respite from your harsh, noble criticism. Say something bad about what I've written to my face and I will deem you unworthy of judging me. Understand me clearly: I do not care what the public thinks. When I know you intimately I will lend your expert opinion the credence it deserves. Until then, only your praise merits my radar. This is something I am not eager to acknowledge. Keep this question in mind: what is the relevance of the public you're going to make hate me? It stands in front of me in line at the grocery store. It keeps me sitting still in traffic. It is always a single touch beyond the reach of my able hands. It is an intangible and fanciful notion. Resentment for the masses gives way to music for them. I am not the masses. I am not the voice of any group. My voice cannot be replicated. It is a voice seeking disputation. I am the shiver sender. You are an intellectual in need of stimulation. I provide something similar to it. I write reams to justify your scorn. Never one word more. I give you reason for your intellectual awakening. Raise it. You say you've seen this before. You dazzle me with names of precursors as if they daunt on me. Fool! Am I going to praise anybody with similar passages attributed to them? I am the sole author of these words. There is no comparison. How do you entertain the notion? I am the everlasting victor based upon what I have written right now. Do not refer to this classic as seminal. Refer to it as instant. The title will outlast the ideas, but what do titles and ideas matter to you? What do you think, so far, my friend with the snooping eyes? Are you asking yourself why I have posted this account? Be patient. It will be revealed. I must warn you: it lacks fluidity. When I am a venerable old man plagued by senility I will not remember why it was written. Nor should you. Loneliness is not a father. I am: Sitting in this laundromat/dim sum cafe located three b