From previous books we recognize Roscoe Forthright as the Prankster, like Coyote in Navajo myth, like the Welsh, Gwydion. Our Roscoe boinks beautiful young women, spouting philosophy as he spurts, quoting the Upanishads, the Tao and the Bhagavad Gita. We can hardly take him seriously. In this small book we notice a seriousness, an attempt to communicate the most difficult idea: Our human capacity for self-deception. Our general inability to accurately perceive Reality. As an Elder talking to Milliennials, Roscoe points out specific flaws in commonly accepted narratives, specifically the irrational narrative of the Liberal Democratic agendas. We are surrounded by Huge Lies, deliberate Huge Lies. Powerful people enjoy creating and propagating irrational, and entirely inaccurate views of reality.