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If instead of going On The Road, famed Beat writer Jack Kerouac spent the early 1950s as an aide to Senator Joseph McCarthy

Kerouac: “Trust me, man.  Being a Pinko?—that just ain’t where it’s at.” update:  “Cat.”

If instead of going On The Road, famed Beat writer Jack Kerouac spent the early 1950s working as an independent contractor

Kerouac:  “You don’t seem to get it, man.  That so-called ‘hole’ in your roof is supposed to be there.  I designed it that way—so that you could see the stars and feel the rain and touch the world.  Christ, don’t be such a bourgeois control freak…”

If instead of going On The Road, famed Beat writer Jack Kerouac spent the early 1950s at home playing Monopoly with friends

Kerouac:  “Heh.  Double ones!  Pucker up and kiss Jack’s ass, Electric Company…!”

If instead of going On The Road, famed Beat writer Jack Kerouac spent the early 1950s at home on his couch.

Kerouac:  “So. Anybody feel like watching ‘Dragnet’ and maybe ordering in a pizza…?”

RIP Martin Milner [Darleen Click]

Another of my childhood tv stars has passed away Martin Milner, who starred on TV on “Adam-12” with Kent McCord and, earlier, on “Route 66” with George Maharis, died Sunday night, Diana Downing, a representative for his fan page, confirmed. He was 83. Milner was also known for his roles as a jazz guitarist in the brilliant 1957 film “Sweet Smell of Success” and in the 1967 camp classic “Valley

A hard rain's gonna fall

For awhile now I’ve been pointing out to anyone who’d listen that the 60s counterculture (at least, its rank and file) agitated for the same kinds of libertarian values that we now see coming from Tea Party / legal conservative types. Meanwhile, today’s progressives — the direct descendants of the New Left — pretend toward a counterculture hipness that simply doesn’t jibe with their calls to regulate salt intake, or

A hard rain’s gonna fall

For awhile now I’ve been pointing out to anyone who’d listen that the 60s counterculture (at least, its rank and file) agitated for the same kinds of libertarian values that we now see coming from Tea Party / legal conservative types. Meanwhile, today’s progressives — the direct descendants of the New Left — pretend toward a counterculture hipness that simply doesn’t jibe with their calls to regulate salt intake, or

“Unmasking Obama”

Thomas Lifson, The American Thinker: Obama is a literary pretender. Case closed. The evidence is overwhelming that Bill Ayers ghost-wrote Dreams from my Father, the book which established Obama’s pose as a brilliant writer (and therefore a fine mind, in the estimation of many). The stylistic resemblance between the Dreams and Ayers’ work is stunning. Now we know, thanks to Chris Andersen’s new book,that Obama hit a brick wall trying

Oh, That Must Be What They Mean [Dan Collins]

by two Americas. Stacy’s got a post up about the desire of some Republicans to separate themselves from the South and fundamentalists, presumably the extremist wing of conservatism. And he’s right to say that the impulse arises out of scorn that in turn arises from buying into the progressive characterization of Southerners (apart from those in Athens, Georgia and Greater San Antonio in Texas, maybe) as backwater hicks. Donald Douglas

I get letters

In this case, unsolicited, uninformed letters — thanks in large part to “progressive” academic SEK’s completely dishonest characterization of a post I wrote. From someone calling himself George: He can’t be shook bitches…keep it coming. Behind closed doors he is laughing at all you pathetic needle dick motherfuckers. In your eyes he couldn’t possibly be smart enough to write his book. However, there is no denying that he is still