InstaPunk Returns

Standard issue aging pop tart with an S&M streak.. Back in the News for this Time Magazine VIP. You don’t know her? C’mon dudes. She’s, you know, the hot topic of a decade or so ago. Even has  her own Wiki page: Always been a leader on women’s issues and other progressive causes. Remember her from this brave stance she made on the Supreme Court’s Roe decision, part of the vanguard of a new movement that got a bunch of pregnancy clinics burned down? Kewl. Why, I guess, we’re supposed to trust her on transgender issues because the poor dears who don’t have real breasts and vaginas have every right to kill people, only we shouldn’t make it so easy for them to get guns.  What is life like if you have no formal education of any kind but do possess real breasts and a vagina? Like this apparently… Trash is always trash when all is said and done.

  I don’t have a toop. But I do have a Jersey soul. Letter to Bruce, I’d like us to be friends, but that won’t happen. Nothing happens quite like it’s supposed to. This time it could have, but we’re both Jersey boys, hardasses with no recourse or remorse. We have a lot in common and a lot in conflict. Illustration. First heard your spectacular explosion on the scene with the simultaneous covers on Time and Newsweek. Cool. Jersey boy makes good. I was head down at the time at the Cornell Graduate School of Business. Went to sleep and woke up to “Born to Run.” Every day. Loved it. I didn’t finish business school. I became a successful international management consultant instead. Not bragging. I was always a Jersey motorhead. Wrote two books about punk writers in Philadelphia, on South Street, one of which sold nearly a hundred thousand copies. There’s a character in there called Johnny Dodge. Only recently realized the model for him might have been you. Cosmetically, he was Billy Ido...

  They’re not responsible. Get it through your effing heads. You don’t have to like it, but it’s here. Just like him but wrinklier and not shotgunned to death yet . At some level, you can regard it as comedic. These people are, seemingly to us, old and on their last legs, but can a woke world afford to ignore them? No. That’s not how they see it. They have demands. Which proves they must be listened to like every other kind of victim on earth. Demands 1. Alzheimers is not a disease, it’s a lifestyle choice. Returning to even your earliest youth is the existential right of every living person. No one not a member of the Trans-Generation Movement can understand or judge the values of people who have identified as pre-conscious claimants on the benefits of a society built by middle-agers who have forgotten about model trains, Barbie outfits, smelling your parents’ dope through the vents, sex before you have pubic hair, and all the other delights of youth in America. We insist that in...

We all know how skillfully the media protect their images and résumés. But what is their real lineage exactly? When people look around for potential ancestors of the Biden-Harris administration, they try to cobble together approximations of past figures and situations that still command historical Democrat affection. The Democrats are the only ones who nominate women to the two top offices. (They forget about Sarah Palin whose words were not salad but the only bright spot of the dismal dive of a campaign McCain ran.) they ran Geraldine Ferraro with Walter Mondull, and they lost 49 states out of 50. Their next attempt was a linebreaking exercise, jumping from VP to Presidential nomination for Hillary Clinton after one carpetbagger term in the Senate and 8 years of fronting Easter Egg rolls and Christmas Tours at the White House. When she lost the nomination the first time it was to another Democrat innovation, a biracial maybe graduate of Columbia and Harvard Law with conveniently missi...

  Welcome to the world of One Hit Wonders. A club I belong to because I only ever had one book published by the American book publishing industry. Written about that elsewhere, so I won’t labor the point here. It’s the easiest way to dispense with my writing and my life. I get that.  A lot of people, including MeTwo, think I’m a failure. I probably am. On the other hand, I think it’s time to look at other One Hit Wonders (OHW), who have become to my own mind Guilty Pleasures. I’d be happy to be in their company. As a note to remember, I looked for Lowry’s book at the Internet Archive site. Not there. I’m there three times at least. Maybe I didn’t die right away… First one. To my wife, who according to MeTwo and her own confirmation, no longer likes me, always returns to this OHW from the Golden Age of  MTV: Me? She may not like me, but I still like her. Told her so yesterday. The only woman I can still talk to. She spars, she punches (verbally), and I have never called he...

  Why I know how to survive the coming Dark Age. I’ve lived through it all, a century’s worth, from World War I to WWII to the Lost Generation of writers to Bunny Berigan and Benny Goodman and Ella Fitzgerald to Frank Sinatra and then the Beatles and Stones and AC/DC. World War I because I put on my grandpa’s gas mask from his trunk. WWII because I looked inside my father’s P-47 1,600 hp cockpit and had nothing to compare it to but a tiny 1927 1200 lb 97 hp Bugatti aluminum interior I had personally driven at 97 mph with full knowledge of human mortality. Before and after I had no fear. A hard thing to explain. I almost sank at sea when I was 10 and I was the only one who went to the Promenade Deck to stare into the abyss. I had a (probably sociopathic) friend with whom I encountered every possible automotive and marine challenge. I went all the way into the weeds and waves on every trial. Then I became a consultant running the international routes (hundreds). Never thought about i...