Down with the D-E-Efense
in the unforgettable imagery of mils his foul act in the course of a For example, one of the po- that hilarious and perceptive work running smear of Charles Lind- tentially most exciting sports of by Dwight Macdonald, Confes- bergh (the excuse is a review of a them all-pro basketball-is rap- sions of a Revolutionary, reporter documentary on the Lone Eagle) idly going to Hell in a handbasket Lerner, advancing through Ger- in which Lerner shamelessly res- because of the influence of the many at the end of World War II, urrects the old, discredited slow, boring, and incredibly thug- leaped from an army jeep to con- Rooseveltian-Stalinist lies about gish Detroit Pistons. Since victori- front an elderly shell-shocked Lindbergh being pro-Naziand anti- ous dynasties get imitated by other German farming couple, asking Semitic. teams, the prognosis for pro bas- them: “Do you feel guilty?” after So, Max. Here we are again, ketball is grim unless the Pistons which he proceeded to a gala old buddy. What goes around can be toppled. Surely, by the banquet with Red Army generals, conies around, eh? After fifty-five way, it is no accident that the wolfing down caviar and toasting years we can close the books at advanced hooliganism of the Pis- each other with champagne. last Marxist, Veblenite, Stalinist, tons reflects the state of affairs of I hated Max Lerner when, 50s consensus-man, pro-war lib- the “community” from which they leaping on the “consensus” band- eral, Reaganite, neocon, what in hail. Detroit, acity which has taken wagon in the 1950s, he ignored all Hell’s the difference? Nothing’s on something of the aspect of conflicts and problems and changed.
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