The Chiclet-Guava shirted Loud Left and the rest of the black-shirted Anarcho-hipoixousie like to chant the Get Out of Iraq slogan and are happy to dance on the corpses of millions. Dance Anarchist hipsters, dance – this is what the dance of pull-out looks like. Iraq is not Vietnam, it’s Cambodia…
[Holiday In Cambodia video removed by YooToob]
My brushes with celebrity amount to a blind pig’s acorn-finding chances; tertiary, tangential, and accidental at best for your basic dork. B UT, one of my college housemates was a girl who’s boyfriend was a campus radio-station DJ and the roommate and “best friend” of Jello Biafra – and I sorta met him once when he came down from The City to do a gig at the Not-Catalyst, some less-distinguished venue down the street in Santa Cruz.
To meet the so-named munchkin was to be fully engulfed in his warp-field, and to understand the Psychologist’s Desk-Reference about the Napoleonic Complex.
Anyhow it was an interestingly brief meeting, from a disengaged backstage perspective. No free tickets for me.