Mark Rudd, Gilbert Doctorow, Judge Napolitano, Max Blumenthal, Larry Johnson, and MORE!
"if I have seen further than others, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants." Isaac Newton
I am particularly heartened to see this interview with the iconic Mark Rudd.
MARK RUDD
THE MAN IN THE ARENA
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly;
who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds;
who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls
who neither know victory nor defeat.
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Boylan Street Pool, Newark NJ 1950's. Mark Rudd and I both swam at this wonderful pool, maybe at the same time. He is 4 years older than I am.
I remember that I was 3'10" tall, in third grade when I went there. The pool was 4' deep. I stayed along the edge of the pool, holding on to the side,
and jumped up and down to keep my head above water to breathe. The last time I remember there was the summer after 8th grade.
You can see it was a crowded pool. I believe this contributed positively to our development. We developed socially - as people-persons.
We lived in vibrant, active, lively neighborhoods - about as crowded as can be while still being neighborly,
unlike the high rise apartment projects where often people never even know the people in the apartment next to them.
Mark lived in Irvington NJ, which is less than 2 miles from my homes (in Newark and then later in South Orange).
I have two male siblings, but now that I've learned more about Mark Rudd HE's my brother. Scroll Down"
I have a deep and abiding loathing in my heart for those baby boomers between one and ten years older than I am, but Mark Rudd isn't one of them.
He was 21, which I consider a remarkably young age now for the impact he had nationally to bring an end to the Genocidal slaughter in Vietnam.
Kudos to you, Mark Rudd. I bow to you with respect.
But, in general, I loathe the older kids of 1968.
I call them "The Oldest Childrenation" a play on words from one of abbie hoffman's books, "Woodstock nation." They never grew up.
You know how the older kids are - always mocking you.
At that time it was making fun of you if you weren't sexually active, if you were a virgin.
And they were always trying to get you to take drugs.
They'd mock any endeavors you had to construct a better life.
When I graduated from high school in 1968, I got a full-time, permanent job on Wall Street at a major brokerage firm, Merrill, Lynch PF&S.
My instincts were good. College was, and is, largely bullshit. The Jesuits were no exception - maybe ESPECIALLY the Jesuits for
mind-deadening middle-ages babble. Rutgers-Newark was no better.
Yep - everybody seemed to want me to stop wearing a suit. Well, I was planning on taking finance classes at night on Wall Street,
and looking back, it was a very sensible plan that would have likely made me a multi-millionaire many times over by now.
jerry rubin - long hair, dressed like a clown hippie, then yippie, always into media stunts to get attention.
"Thee more visual and surreal the stunts we could cook up, the easier it would be to get on the news,
and the more weird and whimsical and provocative the theater, the better it would play." That was rubin.
hippie, yippie, then yuppie - jerry rubin the instigator got a job on Wall Street,
while I had been side-tracked into nowheresville and then the military by the counterculture brats, and stupid parents.
"just BE" That was their motto. Everything else was pointless. They had "Be - ins" and all that nonsense
And hair! All of a sudden, for some reason, hair was the be all and end all of everything, damned vacant-headed clowns.
They even had a Broadway Play and song "Hair."
I say that for that generation the song is "Jeramiah was a bullfrog."
Oh, yeah, and they think that their generation was the greatest that ever lived.
They even praised themselves with a song by that name - "my generation."
The good news is ... they're dying off every day.
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