This is a strange book. It self-consciously tries to attack the reader. In many ways it succeeds, in others it doesn’t, but it obviously has its tongue so deep in its cheek it’s stabbed through in a bloody gaping wound with the tongue sticking out like a living meat worm. It’s easy to find a scanned version online, and if you’re curious I recommend reading it that way. It’s an interesting piece of angry Generation X ephemera, but it’s not really worth the almost $200 price tag that used copies go for. It seems unlikely this will ever be reprinted, as Randall Phillips seems to no longer be active. The last thing he released was an album back in 2004, but I can find nothing else since.
I don't generally trust authors who refer to themselves as doctors (unless they are real medical practitioners). Often, they're trying to lend some credibility to a work that cannot speak for itself. This is very much the case with "Dr." Randall Phillip (whose PhD seems a little dubious anyway). There's hardly anything remotely interesting in here. The author simply presents a series of opinions that are insincere, contrived, and intended only to shock. The only reason I gave this two stars is because I liked a lot of the captioned pictures and the over all aesthetic of the book.