Monster Mash: Words to Live By, Politics to Die From
March 11, 2008
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Some recent readings of particular note:
1. That saucy madcap Arthur Silber finds rich comedy in the anguished confessions of long-time “Clinton apologists” who have been shocked — shocked — to find that Hill and Bill are actually ruthless, remorseless, shiv-in-the-back power-grubbers who would steep themselves in crime and calumny to advance their own interests at the expense of friends, allies, party and or nation. Who knew? Get on over to Silber’s place now for the yocks — and the richly rewarding links.
Silber also
Hope, said Emily Dickinson, is the thing with feathers, a tough little bird that sounds sweetest in the midst of a storm. It’s a commonplace by now, but no less true, that Barack Obama’s winged words of hope have borne him up to the high place where he stands now, on the threshold of the White House. And these words shine all the more brightly against the torrent of filth that the Bush Regime has rained down upon the American people for years. Thus it’s no surprise that 
Thirty years ago, I was in Nashville for a Bob Dylan concert. It was during Dylan’s “Vegas” tour: full entourage of back-up singers, horn players, “big band” arrangements, glitzy Elvis-style suits for the star, all of it slickly packaged by Hollywood impresario Jerry Weintraub, who handled Frank Sinatra and Neil Diamond, among others. It was, to put it mildly, a real hoot. Especially intriguing was the persona that Dylan had adopted for the tour: a chatty Vegas lounge singer, full of patter and stories for the crowd between 
