I think of W. Mark Felt on his porch,
waving to reporters. Saying, “I am
the whistleblower.” I called a book
I, WATERGATE once. It was about
Richard Nixon. Disgraced former president.
Left one step ahead of a shoeshine, two steps over
the county line. W. Mark Felt—people don’t know
who Nixon was, who Ford was, who the neocons were,
and what the Project for the New Ameriican Century was. It was a map.
It was a blueprint. Thomas Frank calls the Republican Revolution
The Wrecking Crew. He says they knew what they were doing
and how they meant to do it. We watched a documentary last night
about Jack Abramoff, Casino
Jack and the
It was disgusting. A guy made a movie about me and cannot show it.
Marketplace censorship isn’t news, it’s business as usual.
Plus, who am I? A disgruntled loser. An injustice collector.
A man who wants to be abused. Tom DeLay, dancing like a man
who plays with himself.
Gay lifeguards.
with this picture? They won’t just destroy you they’ll ruin you.
The hippies were right. Me and Brenda look like
B. O. Plenty and Gravel Gertie. Marjorie Main
and Percy Kilbride. Ma and Pa Kettle. Kilbride, suffering from
Alzheimer’s disease, run down in the street. Dies. He was out walking,
with a friend. Taking
his constitutional down
They made a movie about me and then didn’t show it.
It wasn’t censored, there just was no interest.
When Nixon went to
A play on “Ich bien ein Berliner.”
