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May 21, 2004 12:30 p.m.Gaul’s campaign isn’t official yet, but it is unofficially fucked. Yesterday he appeared before the US Chamber of Commerce and less than one minute into his speech, he was assuring the huddled asses that he was one of them. A man who, with age, has developed a near phobic relationship with clarity came out and said, “I am a conservative.” This of course in reaction to the

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May 20, 2004 4:00 p.m.Although we went our separate ways, Robo and I kept contact a couple of times a year through calls and letters. That ended with his last letter to me, which I managed to find today:Elvis bloated and dead. Lennon domesticated and dead. The Easy Riders, The Mean Streeters, and The Chinatowners out of business…all those coked up filmmakers out on their asses in Hollywood. How’s

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May 19, 2004 3:00 p.m.When I first arrived in LA, I locked myself in a cramped apartment for three months writing an article on the history of prophylactics for a skin mag (3 months!). When I couldn’t take it any longer, I threw my glove into my Fiat and went off in search of a softball game. The Valley in the 70s—you couldn’t go five blocks without coming upon a bunch of boys and girls shooting

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May 18, 2004 8:10 a.m.I woke up today to this story in the LA Times:“Investigators have not ruled out foul play in the death of Republican political operative Robert R. Crumie, whose body was found in a bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel Sunday morning.”The following flashback may help hardcore political junkies recall why Crumie’s name rings a bell:“A new indictment charges Crumie with

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May 17, 2004 9:00 a.m.Okay, I'm getting my mojo back after my run-in the other night with that corporatist whore. Excuse my language, but that's just what she is and it's really not funny ."Not exactly HBO," she says.No it's not exactly HBO. Not Vince and Drama and Turtle hanging out at the Playboy grotto or agonizing over whether to lease the Rolls, buy the Brando mansion, or take the 20

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May 16, 2004 12:30 p.m.I don't even want to post today.Pour yourselves a pot of Constant Comment.

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May 15, 2004 11:30 a.m.I spent most of yesterday working on my letter to Senator St. John. Felt pretty good about it at the end. I thought I hit a nice balance between appealing to his head and his heart. And I would have posted it last night, but I had a rare party to go to, so I left it on the stove to simmer while I went out to mix it up with the masses...one of whom was this woman who bore an

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May 14, 2004 9:40 a.m.Loyal readers of this blog will note, perhaps with dismay, that I’m about to mount my favorite hobby-horse of late. We all know about the first time Mack St. John ever heard of Latham Gaul. It’s well documented here and here. The key passage in the saga is this one:St. John was a guest in the Hanoi Hilton. Leg irons were cutting into his ankles, and maggots were eating at

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