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I got into a fight with my first publisher, Peter Workman. He objected to ‘R. F. Laird’, thought it sounded too F. Scott Fitzgerald for his taste. So I laid down the law. Not the first time. I told him I was the third R. F. Laird in my family, and I was honoring all of them, Senior, Junior, and the Third. Should I have signed my work Robert Fisher Laird, III? He conceded.
Croce died ar 30. Good God. If I’d have died at 30, there would be no Boomer Bible. All that would be left is The Reckless Twenties, finally released last week.
What’s the other name here? Arthur Waldron. The real luminary I knew at Harvard. He was a graduating senior when I was a freshman. He has his own wiki page.
Horse Puckey. (Took me three tries to get past Autocorrect on that one) Why life is like what life has become. I don’t know who the wiki picture is a picture of. It’s not Arthur Waldron. Who looked then, without a total head rebuild, like Lincoln without the beard. Arresting for sure but not John Cusack-ish. Oh well. Wiki sucks. We all know that.
He’s become a China scholar. In those days he was a Russia scholar. He used to amble across the street to Adams House, where he planted himself in their common room with a pint of milk and made them irate. See, he was a born-again Constitutionalist, having been a Soviet Communist after Taft, with a year abroad in Russia, and he was feeling his oats. He knew everything and they knew nothing. He was the Harvard valedictorian. Yeah. That smart. Adams House. Potheads and political science A-holes with mimeograph machines. No match for a Waldron. He thought I was wasting my talent, my life. I wasn’t, of course. But he was. IMHO.
But back to Jim Croce. South Philly guy. Or that other midwestern fella my wife loves more than me. Her theme song. And I haven’t even mentioned Tom Waits.
He says ‘quicker.’ I say ‘faster.’ It all comes out in the wash. Would I lose an argument with Arthur Waldron these days? Guess it would depend on who was keeping score. Do I admire Arthur Waldron? You bet I do. But I would never trade with him. He can’t say this.
Ontogeny recapitulates philogeny. There’s an intensely contemporary reason for taking a close look at Scientology. The Swamp is so huge it seems like the Borg. But what are the stripped down essentials of the Borg? Here’s a look at a laboratory example, a microcosm if you will. In the interests of full disclosure, I did encounter Scientology back in the weird year of 1968. I was in Boston, got scooped in to a “Dianetics” exercise, and got speedily thrown out for having too much “charge” to participate. The one in charge was blond, bland to the point of creepy, and I almost (but not quite) succeeded in making him lose his temper. In further interests of disclosure, I spent years on Facebook, debating Trump-haters. They did lose their tempers. But they also exhibited the exact same repetition of Talking Points the lefties (and Scientologists) employ. Exact. Same. Words. How I made the cult connection. Overview Like it says. Troublemaker. Destroy Utterly Horror Show Squared More ... More
Everybody rushed in after the fact to be first with the goods on how Trump pulled off the biggest electoral upset in modern presidential history. I was already ahead of them though. I had been covering the political briar patch with a steady diary approach for four presidential election cycles, both terms of W, the meteoric rise and weird re-election of Barack Obama, and of course the first flutterings of the Republican country club riot over replacing him. I had three blogs to draw from over that time, and a couple+ books out of it, including one demonstrating that I had Obama figured out long before even his fiercest beltway critics caught on. Here’s another relevant book . I recognized the unique potential of Trump to win the whole thing early, in June of 2014. I could prove it. Why has it taken me this long to do my own book about the most spectacular politician of all our lifetimes? Two reasons. I didn’t realize I had produced so much material about Trump, the blog in whic
As you work your way through the links here, don’t be shy. Get ‘Click Happy.’ Even on pics. FIGHTING BACK ONE FILE AT A TIME … How bad has it gotten? I uploaded this video from the old Instapunk at YouTube an hour ago. It has already been removed for violating YT Community Standards. There’s a pdf version, just published, of the post from Instapunk.com the video above was created for. Nobody censored it 15 years ago. Back then, it was unquestioningly covered as freedom of expression. Here’s my pdf file of ‘ The Goosestep Enigma ’. This was by no means the most controversial post or graphic included in Instapunk’s 2,000+++ posts over the years. Now I’m going back in time to make pdf versions of the key parts of that website, meaning the most comical, controversial, reflective, insightful, and graphically provocative. But why reinvent the wheel. It’s all still there, isn’t it? The sad fact is that the truly huge resource called Instapunk.com is facing a ticking clock. The original site
Cover of U.K. Edition, 1991 Manuscript Submission, The Boomer Bible It is time to republish The Boomer Bible. The book is more relevant to the body politic now than it was even when it was first published. Your instructions call for complete manuscript submission. Here that is, in three forms, plus a depth backgrounder: The Boomer Bible (Full screen view available, May load slowly) http://TheBoomerBible.com (Three testaments including LIVE Intercolumn Reference) The Boomer Bible (physical hard copy; Amazon sells them as they periodically acquire them) The Boomer Bible Website (The original archived background site, not originated by the author but by students of the book) The Boomer Bible is officially out of print, no longer offered for sale by the original publisher, who offered the book for nearly 30 years, selling out the the original 88,000-copy print run before withdrawing the title. The rights have therefore reverted to me, the author. The important point is that The Bo
There’s a Mighty Old Name on the Scene For the past half century or so, the University of Pennsylvania has not been treated as an equal in the Ivy League, let alone the CHYOS Club. Here’s a telling true story. At a recent Penn-Princeton basketball game, the Quakers had an insurmountable lead in the closing seconds, and the girlie-boys of Princeton started chanting, “Safety School…! Safety School…!” For many years, the preppy feeder schools for the Ivies with the toughest admissions standards had reliably used three schools as fallbacks (i.e., Safety Schools): the University of Virginia, the University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill, and Penn. A similar discrimination situation obtained with law schools. Harvard, Yale, Columbia, and later Stanford got first pick, and Penn somehow occupied a lower rung. Here’s a direct quote from the website ‘wordhistories’ about the mutating epithet “Philadelphia Lawyer”: The proof of this evolving lack of respect can be found in the history of the Supr
Funny as hell and deadly serious Let me begin on a note we can all agree on. There is a time in our teen lives when we imprint on popular music. What we were listening to during the dramatic changes in our bodies, social lives, and aspirational identities stays with us, regardless of what we come to value and treasure later in life. Everyone has those certain songs that are foundational chords in their lives, and they respond physically to even a few notes of the recordings that gave rise to their libidos and, well, self . Two not unrelated things. This is a constant and nothing new. There are Sinatra imprints, Elvis, Beach Boys, Dylan, Motown, Beatles, Stones, Who, Doors, Bowie, Joni Mitchell, Judy Collins, Pink Floyd, James Taylor, Michael Jackson, Phil Collins, James Brown, Rick James, Springsteen, Metallica, and on and on and on imprints. (Apologies to the imprinters in Country, Disco, Jazz, and Blondie/Madonna Pop, have my own chords there too.) I never judge those. We just all
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