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Hot Air: Mind Your Miners

“Can we really continue to ask a coal miner in West Virginia… to continue to pay for the Corporation for Public Broadcasting?”

This was an actual question posed by President Gag’s director of the Office of Management and Budget in a television interview regarding cuts in federal funding for PBS.

So now, isn’t it time we stop all the bullshit about how it was the liberals who belittled and stereotyped the unemployed and the laborers of fly-over America?

All Burroughs, All The Time

The Wounded Galaxies gang will be back at it this coming February. The group that emerged from the Burroughs Century fete back in 2014 and has since produced events like the annual “The Junky’s Christmas” is set to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the landmark year 1968.

That annum, in case you’re younger than, say, 60, saw the world nearly come apart as we threw Molotov cocktails, smashed storefronts, shot high powered rifles out flophouse bathroom windows, fought pointless wars, marched in the streets, got crushed by tanks, and then wept/gaped/giggled about it all while watching groundbreaking television shows.

Dig this laundry list of ’68 events:

[Image: Eddie Adams/AP]

Paris In The Springtime

A Sin

Black Power

Earthrise

[Image: William Anders/NASA]

Wow.

Anyway, the WG-ers plan to mark the Esquire magazine hiring of beat author William S. Burroughs, erstwhile hobo/petty thief-turned playwright Jean Genet, and absurdist satirist Terry Southern to cover the infamous, police-riotous ’68 Democratic Convention in Chicago. The trio at the time would be considered the hippest, most literary, most radical, attention-grabbingest mixture of correspondents any national mag could have conjured to report on the upcoming hippie-Yippie-revolutionary peace-fuck-headsmash orgy scheduled for the last week of August in Mayor Richard J. Daley’s kingdom. Esquire‘s cooler heads, though, got a little jittery in the weeks leading up to the street-theater extravaganza and tossed veteran war reporter John Sack into the mix to ensure at least one of the group would submit something cogent and readable on the events there.

The Famous Cover

I can’t wait.

Chicago

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young’s ode to the Chicago Eight (later, Seven) trial.

 

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