This is a book that lectures relentlessly against the purchasing of products. Apparently the one percenter is someone who is a Marxist. While it is never stated "the one percenter is a marxist" the relentless lecture, ongoing and eternal, page after page, is that buying things is corrupt; having a job is destroying your soul and the soul of America and the soul of the world; poverty brings happiness; prison is a place where you can learn what is important and what isnt and gives you time to calm down and center yourself and learn to live for the moment; Nigeria is the happiest place on earth; cubicles are bad; life for humans was great for 200,000 years, and then the Middle Ages started to ruin mankind; oh, and one percenters deserve respect. In fact they demand it. If they don't get it they will beat you up. I would avoid people like that. Respect is mentioned a LOT. The respect being parroted here borders to me more on groveling or cowardice. It's not really made clear how the respect thing is supposed to be manipulated. Does it mean not throwing a beer in someone's face? Does it mean not looking at them? It's confusing. It's like proper behavior before the king, you are always on edge, always wondering when the ax will fall. Why not just stay out of the castle? And what is the reason for the emphasis on respecting someone who smells like condensed camel bacteria? It's confusing. And why keep harping on it? Oh, you must show respect. Where does that admonition come from? I would actually be afraid to jot down in print in a book the need to show respect to a particular group or individual who's alleged "rugged individuality" demands that you become subservient. Now a critic might say "It's not about subservience." Well, my friend, it's very unclear exactly what it IS about then. And another thing: is the writer a one percenter? To me a one percenter is - or was - someone who LIVED on a harley. I don't think there are people like that anymore. I don't think there ARE any one percenters anymore. I think there are biker slobs who evolved into entrepreneurs. Very American, if you ask me. You don't show people like this respect: you show them congratulations. They get it: they got the idea; they made it in the land of opportunity. They now have lots of stuff. But the respect hammered-about over and over in this book is not what is normally regarded as respect; which means granting them their personal space and their personal property. No, this is some other stuff, more like bowing down. Who would advocate that to an American? The President of the United States bowed to a king and it left a bad taste in everyone's mouth. Are one percenters royalty? What's going on? Explain this please, 'cause it borders on creepy.
Then there are the endless exhausting hippy-like pseudo-philosophical lectures on the evils of "consumerism," the depletion of the damn forests, living to pay the bills, worrying about your financial future, the evils of buying things, the evils of accumulating things, things are bad if they are man made things, we need to stop buying things, buying things is bad and the American Indian is what the one percenter patterns his life and values and philosphy by. I wonder if the writer has noticed that the American Indian now lives in isolated terrains - like herded steer - called Reservations. There is also lots of talk about how the one percenter is also a "cowboy" of the old west. Didnt the cowboys of the old west shoot at the Indians of the old west? I mean, this is just scraping the surface of the nonsense and confusion.
Then there are the RULES of being a one percenter biker person. I mean, holy crap, its more regimented than the Marines. Without the satisfaction of attacking and killing with modern weaponry. It's like the "club" is the lord and master and the members of it are its citizens of a totalitarian state. Which is fine if you like that. You would think the 4 governments every american already lives under would be enough but i guess one percenters need a fifth. Remember, I am just conveying what I have concluded from this book.
All of this and even more that I wont go into at this pay rate is bad enough: but then there's the writing style. If you cant write about something interesting, then at least write about the uninteresting thing in an interesting manner. My friend, you are going to need Benzadrine and constant rammings into the glutes with a pitchfork being wielded by a dominatrix on steroids to stay awake reading this fellow's prose. I mean, it's like a computer was programmed into Bland Mode and then ordered to write a book. Oh. My. God. One percenter, please.
And is the writer even a one percenter himself? Who knows. He keeps saying "we" and "us." That's all I can tell ya.
You want quotes? Hey, I'll give ya friggin' quotes, that's what you want.
"The one percenters we should all fear are, in fact, the upper one percent of Americans who are now taking in a quarter of the nation's income every year."____page 207 (in it's own separate compartment, so's you'll really SEE IT and LEARN FROM IT.) Can't quite get a handle on Marx? Read this book instead, it's Marx For Dummies. Learn the evils of the decadent acquiring of material sales goods produced by American Capitalism while on your way to becoming an obedient slave to bikers who demand respect.
"There is a state of Zen in living each day one moment at a time, in a state of constant now, and prison can offer that if you choose to do your time that way."___pg 143. I'm just the messenger. My understanding is that prison is hell on earth times ten. And that it offers no upside and no opportunities for positivity. That it's all Just Plain Really Crappy. But not to Senyore Polyanna!! Nope: prison can get you to stop thinking about your possessions. Hey, no foolin', Sherlock.
"There's another old saying in prison: 'you can kill me but you can't eat me.' this has to do with the fact that though the legal system may lock the body away or even kill the body, it cannot chain the soul.You cannot have me if I choose not to let you The real me that exists beyond this body is untouchable, so you can kill me but you will never HAVE me. Veterans of war know this. Prisoners and slaves know this. Bikers know this."___pg 145
Comparing being a biker to being in war, a prisoner and a slave: now there's a recruitment incentive if there ever was one. Where do I sign up?? What fun!!!
A recurrent gripe is the alleged partnership of government with corporations. Using strict definitions, this is the defining characteristic of Fascism. The bane of communists. There is no suggestion of how things SHOULD be. Just that this unholy alliance of business with government is wrong. I think business would agree but unfortunately government insists on things anathema to business - not being a business itself - and threatens dissolution to the non compliers. The writer sees the businesses as the villains in this alleged alliance. Not the government. In other words the maker of the evil PRODUCTS is the villain. Because PRODUCTS are bad. It never seems to occur to this fellow that motorcycles are products made by corporations. And that a lot of bikers actually LIKE Big Macs. (the inherent evils of Macdonalds are relentlessly referenced in expressions such as "McMansions" which Americans are fixated on owning.)
Another recurring mantra is the need for some sort of mystical, strange, hard to really figure out sort of communal bonding with all of us here on earth and that we need to be more spiritual or something and that tribal life is sacrosanct or something......and yet we need to be rugged individualists. I mean, it will make your effing head spin, you try to get a frigging handle on any of it.
Summing up, this book is basically a Handbook For Socialist Hippies on how to pay homage and worship to "outlaw" bike club members. To put it as briefly as possible. As I understand it. Written in an exhaustingly ungifted manner.
I hope this review has been helpful to you and thank you for taking my call!