The author, who measures his oppression by the decreasing ""number of joints you can buy with your panhandled dollar,"" has some suggestions for Big Brother and the capitalist pigs: abolish the progressive income tax, give everyone a minimum amount of bread, toss in a $1,000 education certificate for the kids, and just let them be. . . . He's against unions, farm subsidies, the draft and government licensing of tattoo artists, prostitutes, rainmakers and pest-controllers. Restrictions on unfettered individualism in the building trades are responsible for ""shitty housing"" and there aren't enough doctors because the A.M.A. has the gall to restrict licenses to graduates of ""approved medical schools."" (Who says we all ""need, or even want, highly qualified medical practitioners""?) As for Womens' Lib, well, ""if a woman were more like a man she'd be treated as suck."" A strange breed of radicalism indeed, and we were not surprised to hear that Milton Friedman, a fellow crusader for 'less government today/ even less tomorrow"" has given the book his blessing. As for the prose, it's a little less elegant than the graffiti in a public john. It's books like this that give radicalism a had name.