Cool Hand Chief
By Mitch Berg
Chief over at the Dogs on the “guests” who’ll be coming to Saint Paul in less than a month:
Awake to the Che’ alarm clock, smoke a bedside bong, have some green tea, rub on the BO/patchouli ointment with indigenous soil to look and smell the part, pull on the camoflauge and hemp togs for the day, then step on down to the curbs of sunny St. Paul for a week of America, GOP, western civ, Bush McChimpHitler, conformity hating. A great day in the life of a paid protester in Amerikkka.
Back when I was at KSTP – when I was, I feel it safe to say, the only conservative pundit in the Twin Cities underground rock and roll scene – I interviewed a bunch of the kids from the “Backroom Anarchist Center”, which was sort of the “Jackpine” of the ’80s. After I booked them, I did a little cursory backgrounding on the three guests who were coming to the show. Every single one hailed originally from Edina, Woodbury or Orono. Nothing wrong with that, of course, although it saps a little credibility when your “revolutionary zeal” all stems back to the kick you get cheezing Mumsy and Dadders off when you say you’d love to french-kiss Che Guevara.
And it’s save to say that I never met a single “anarchist” who didn’t fit exactly the same profile, when pressed or called on their BS.
It’s a tangent, of course. But read Chief’s bit for the real payoff.
