A.F. Lamb has been considered by many to be a recluse. He spends the vast majority of his time alone reading books and studying the ideas of men greater than himself. But if one looks closely, they can find this very private individual stalking around the edges of society staring inward and carefully noting what he sees. And what he sees, he doesn’t like. He finds himself appalled by the behavior of society in general and the selfish individualism that he sees as an slowly turning men into mindless, walking zombies with strange electronic devices glued to their hands and ears. In his books, he has found many great theories and ideas, but no vaccines, and so he combines his own observations with these theories and ideas to create a vaccine that he hopes will kill this dangerous plague of apathy and capitalism. His only two worries are that 1) society will not take this vaccine and 2) that any dollar bill he touches is likely to be infected with the germs from a stripper’s ass crack or traces of cocaine. And for this second reason, he writes here unpaid.