Martin Spett, Bronx, NY. 1947.

Ginsberg, Streisand, and The Village: Beyond The Holocaust

“You would go up these steep, narrow, stairs, and there would be a large room. Marijuana was everywhere. The people who weren’t smoking marijuana were smoking their own hand-rolled cigarettes. People were sitting on chairs, or on the floor, drinking either wine or espresso.”

The American Mystique

Well, I stand up for America and its people. I stand up for bringing America into the Twenty-First Century, on par or better in quality of life as the other industrialized and post-industrialized nations on earth.


Well, nothing is “free.” We are just talking about reprioritizing the way that we spend the revenue that the Treasury and Customs take in. Maybe we no longer want to spend $1.5 trillion on jet fighters that can’t fly in the rain.