From Introduction to Murder At the Conspiracy Convention by George Carlin Funnier than Danny Kaye, more powerful than Jerry Lewis, as important as acid. That was Paul Krassner to me during the 1960s. Paul’s own writing, in particular, seemed daring and adventurous to me; it took big chances and made important arguments in relentlessly funny ways…The Realist found countless rich targets in Nixon, Agnew, Kissinger, and the many Republican criminals who paraded through our lives. Not even disco could dim Paul’s light, and in subsequent years it has grown only brighter, as these pages and his earlier books will attest. Readers of Playboy, High Times, the L.A. Weekly and the Los Angeles Times all have benefited from his informed sense of outrage, his intelligent dissent and his ever-lively spirit of civic mischief. The fun and laughs are simply bonuses. You will find them all present in this collection of reminiscences, reportage, illuminations, fantasies and just plain hallucinations. By the way, I still have my collection of The Realist from the ’60s and ’70s. I keep them in a cheap plastic, red-white-and-blue, American-flag shoulder bag inscribed on the side, “1968 Democratic National Convention.” I wasn’t there–I was represented by Paul Krassner.
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