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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
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Lenny Bruce | Are There Any Niggers Here Tonight? (San Francisco, 1963)
Probably Lenny Bruce’s most attention-grabbing satire on the unfortunate power of words. His theory was that if you take so-called “dirty” words or phrases, and you say them enough, they will lose their meaning and thus be stripped of their power to hurt and offend.
He is forever my hero.
My opinion is that so-called derogatory slurs continue to remain taboo and outrageous due in large part to civil activist organizations constantly feeding off their destructive power, all the while protesting for a constant need for the people to “do something about it.” Without hurtful words and the refusal of the mainstream to accept everyone equally and openly these groups would have a harder time justifying themselves, it seems.
“and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.” REM
Yeah if you don’t know anything about Lenny Bruce, at least watch “Lenny” w/ Dustin Hoffman playing Lenny - its a damn fine biopic that most everyone will enjoy. Then if your interested try a concert film or some of the old recordings.
Not only did Lenny attack BS, but he was a one man improv troupe. An amazing mind. In a way its kind of a sad comment on our culture that his stuff is still so cutting edge 50 years later.
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you took out my fillingsrusty pliers and a handle of cheap gin
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TRUE FACT: If you licked Sammy’s glass eye during a full moon and snapped your fingers 3 times, you would transform into a falcon for 6 minutes.
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Dude! I totally use to date this girl
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Rick never did GET electronic music
though he liked the drugs and
fuckin’ LOVED the fishnets.
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December 17, 2009 10:32 pm
My friend and yours, Mister King. A damn fine Chicago photographer.
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