Post the dirtiest obits you can find (this isn't it)
“My slogan for The Realist used to be ‘Irreverence is our only sacred cow,’ but I’ve had second thoughts. Irreverence has become an industry and can become irreverence for its own sake. Mean-spirited stereotypes in the guise of satire.”
https://www.counterpunch.org/2019/07/22/paul-krassner-1932-2019-american-satirist/
― a Mets fan who gave up on everything in the mid '80s (Dr Morbius), Monday, 22 July 2019 14:34 (six years ago)
I read Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut: Misadventures in the Counter-Culture many years ago.
― clemenza, Monday, 22 July 2019 16:20 (six years ago)
NY Times obit, more graphic than usual:
The Realist’s most famous article was one Mr. Krassner wrote portraying Lyndon B. Johnson as sexually penetrating a bullet wound in John F. Kennedy’s neck while accompanying the assassinated president’s body back to Washington on Air Force One. The headline of the article was “The Parts That Were Left Out of the Kennedy Book,” and it claimed — falsely — to be material that had been removed from William Manchester’s book “The Death of a President.”
“People across the country believed — if only for a moment — that an act of presidential necrophilia had taken place,” Mr. Krassner told an interviewer in 1995. “The imagery was so shocking, it broke through the notion that the war in Vietnam was being conducted by sane men.”
...Encouraged by (Lenny) Bruce, Mr. Krassner often took to the stage, delivering comic monologues at nightclubs like the Village Gate. He and his East Village friends also dreamed up pieces of public tomfoolery.
In one, in 1968, a group of 60 hippies chose to turn the tables on tourists streaming into the East Village to gape at its scruffy, longhaired denizens. With cameras dangling from their necks, the hippies hired a Greyhound bus for a sightseeing tour of the tidy middle-class neighborhoods of Queens.
― a Mets fan who gave up on everything in the mid '80s (Dr Morbius), Monday, 22 July 2019 22:17 (six years ago)
three weeks pass...
I was trying to find this essay by Krassner I remembered reading in college (25 years ago) about when he and Stewart Brand were roommates -- and I found this archive for The Realist
http://www.ep.tc/realist/
― sarahell, Monday, 12 August 2019 19:22 (six years ago)