As part of the terms of my parole, I whittled up some memoir essays which are now available as an Amazon ebook titled Public Policy Hooligan. It's the story of going from Helltown to Washington - lots of mischief (and police encounters) along the way - as well as plenty of clashes with federal agencies. There is a chapter about my clashes with the FBI over Waco and Ruby Ridge, chapters about my wars on agriculture and trade policies, and plenty of reminiscences about editors, authors, and women along the way. Perhaps the quickest way to get an overview of the book’s gist and purpose is from the Preface:
I have spent decades trying to turn political dirt into philosophic gold. I have yet to discover the alchemist’s trick, but I still have fun with the dirt.
I have sometimes been mistaken for a troublemaker. My work has been publicly denounced by the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Secretary of Agriculture, the Secretary of Labor, the Secretary of Housing and Urban Development, the Postmaster General, and the chiefs of the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, International Trade Commission, Drug Enforcement Administration, Agency for International Development, and Federal Emergency Management Agency.
Yet, I was merely seeking to help Americans appreciate how their government serves them.
This is the wayward journey from Eagle Boy Scout to public policy hooligan - from being raised to revere authority to slaughtering sacred cows left and right, or at least hot-branding politicians.
It is also the story of the overnight conversion of a protein pill-popping weightlifting champion into a library-addicted philosophy devotee. I dropped out of college after becoming enthralled by a Great Books list. After the classics awoke my mind to new Yukon Territories, I could no longer endure tenured droning.
Disregarding the unanimous recommendations of my Freshmen English professors, I vowed to become a writer. Before my pen hit paydirt, I worked as a Santa Claus, peach picker, highway department flagman, Kelly Girl typist, lawn mower, demented Beatrix Potter rabbit, census taker, freight unloader, construction worker, and Harvard Business School-certified snow shoveler.
With coffin makers on one side of my family and gravediggers on the other, I naturally became an investigative journalist. From getting kicked out of the Supreme Court, to heisting damning documents at World Bank headquarters, to racing around East Bloc regimes one step ahead of the secret police, I have had more fun than I deserved. My rabble-rousing in Playboy, Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and elsewhere exposed how bureaucratic rampages have razed one constitutional right after another.
This is the chronicle of how I came to better understand liberty and Leviathan. I’ve had a front row seat as our republic morphed into an Attention Deficit Democracy. I remain mystified why so many people willingly submit to rulers who give them such grief.
The names of some of the women mentioned in this narrative have been changed so that they don’t track me down and try to stab me again.
For those (like me) who do not own a Kindle, Amazon offers free apps to read Kindle books on your personal computer, iPad, or just about anything else.
++ You can also read 10 % of the book on-screen at that site as a free sample. I think the sample cuts off right around the point where I explain the mystery of the Lawnmower Lady.