was often used by Phil Forbes, the Benny-King who lived rent-free in exchange for janitorial duties in the basement of the UCLA Religious Conference Building. That building was razed 40-years ago along with several successive Who-Remembers-Or-Cares-Why structures that occupied that ungawdly expensive plot of Westwood, CA land. On the other hand, who but Phil Forbes could be a better Bust-Proof dealer for the finest in Uppers, Downers and then-legal LSD? For all I know, Forbes' best customers were UCLA cops, the LAPD, Nobel Laureates, A-list Celebs and sundry Pols. JEdgar Hoover probably had a File on Phil Forbes - along with everyone Phil ever knew
I made Forbes' cut only because UCLA's other Spaz, Doug Pearson [also a Shrink], was entirely too serious and well-educated to believe LSD might cure Cerebral Palsy. I'm a year or so younger than Doug, roughly "as Spaz" and also knew Phil Forbes to be a happy go lucky Johnny Appleseed-style halfwit who, Ford knows why, wanted Dibs on making medical history with his joyfyl "Sleep!-Wake!-Sleep!-Wake!" technique. And so I became "the right Spaz for the right job."
At this point, Doctor Bawb must clarify some things, among which are: "Phil Forbes" is not the "Bennie King's" name although he and dealing pills at the old UCLA URC are the real thing. Doug Pearson, Ph.D. is utterly real and a terrific guy: "Are you two brothers?" was the deadly serious question asked of us decades ago by a French exchange student who then fled our uncontrollable laughter. Finally, we Cerebral Palsied are as varied as the Gen-Pop: one Strong-as-Schwarzenegger CP client showed up generally pissed-off, blind drunk then pulled a blade on me: my Self-Control Freak switched on instantly. In short, we ain't necessarily "endowed" and I am one luck o' the draw, fortunate sumbitch! This understood, WHY, short of being a Spaz, polysyllabic, do I have a wish-going-on-need to see Hillary Rodham Clinton's head explode?
My late dad voted Democratic but rarely for a winning primary candidate. I have never not voted. Dick Nixon, who with Robin Williams, Pryor and
Gilda Radner made my quartet of fave '70s comic. Came Cambodia. I have since marched with few to zip dollops of whimsy. Today I read half a book of his: Imperial Hearst, copyright 1936 - two years before I showed up. Citizen Kane's among filmdom's greats, right? Mos' def! Orson Welles "did" Hearst, so that's yesterday's news, right? Hold it!
Welles and RKO had to avoid lawsuits; great as Kane is, it's a flick NOT a book by Ferdinand Lundberg with a forward by Charles A. Beard, among the truly great 20th C. historians. Beard's words are infinitely more eloquent than mine:
"...Hearst despite all the uproar he has made and all the power
he wields is a colossal failure and now [past 70] holds in his
hands the dust and ashes of defeat. He will depart loved by few
and respected by none whose respect is worthy of respect..."
Welles' movie could not show how a vigorous Hearst played Republican McKinley against Democrat Bryan. How the Spanish-American War was a farce played to increase Cuban and Phillipine real estate value and how the sinking of the Maine can be circumstantially tied to Hearst himself. Today we have Rupert Murdoch and Faux Noise. Guess who hosted an Hillary Clinton fund-raiser in May, 2006? You DID say Rupert Murdoch, right?
BINGEAUX!
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