ANSWER Me!: The First Three | Jim Goad
AS NEW OLD STOCK
Original unsold edition of a collectible book. Some light shelf-wear may be visible.
The Scapegoat Publishing edition of ANSWER Me! The First Three has 60 never-before collected pages of essays that were written by Goad after the death of the magazine.
HELLO, WORLD! It’s been a dozen years since ANSWER Me! shot a hot, creamy load all over your face. And just when you thought you’d wiped it all off—SPLAT!—another thick wad sails straight into your eye.
ANSWER Me! is a big black slab of trouble. The magazine has been blamed for a White House shooting and a triple suicide. It has been banned in several countries and put on trial for obscenity in the USA. One of the co-creators has died (eerily foreshadowed in ANSWER Me! #3), while the other went to prison, only to get out and act like a bigger asshole than ever.
While all this was happening, everyone in the world lost their nerve and got hooked on psych meds and zipped their yaps shut for fear of being called a racist or a misogynist or a terrorist or…worst of all…a HATER. There’s nothin’ people hate more these days than a hater.
BUT IT’S O.K. TO HATE. ONCE YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO FEEL THE HATRED, YOU WON’T WANNA STOP!
This fat, gorgeous, ridiculously underpriced anthology contains the legendary hatezine’s FIRST THREE ISSUES in their entirety. (Issue #4, the notorious “Rape Issue,” is being sold separately because it will probably upset you—see inside for details.) It also contains SIXTY NEW PAGES of wistful ANSWER Me! memories and tasty new articles written by philanthropist and humanitarian Jim Goad. There’s a strong chance that this is the best book ever published. Only an idiot
would refuse to buy it.
There is only so much time to live, only so much time to hate. The world is upside down. It overflows with things worth hating. Every new dawn brings something to despise. The smiling faces who try to force love and peace and justice down your throat are often the most petty, hateful souls of all. Hate them, will you? Hate them hard. Hate
them long. Hate them with every bleeding fiber of your obnoxiously savage heart. Don’t let them ever take away your hatred.