For those of you who really can’t live without a photo of Your Intrepid Reporter smiling, this one was taken by my friend T. Pacific Green Oliver at the Pacific Green state convention in Salem last year.
The caption refers to a very popular song, composed by the cowardly Communist Bertolt Brecht, an ornament of the so-called German Democratic Republic. I think Dean Martin made it famous in the so-called United States, but I am not sure of that recondite factoid. It has a very threatening lilt, one of the best musical depictions of a dangerous criminal sneaking about.
Mackie Messer, der hat’n Messser
Aber Messer, sieht man nicht
Now that I see this picture, I am obliged to tell you that the corduroy vest was stolen, stolen in front of Marina’s Cafe while Mark Seibold and I were there on the first day of filming the intro campaign video. Along with the vest my wallet, with driver’s license, was stolen as well.
So since that day I have been living without legal identification. Like a migrant, no an immigrant. But let’s not steer the conversation toward Your Intrepid Reporter; rather, let us look at the Munich of 1919
from which traumatic political experience the reworking of an eighteenth-century British play receives, in Dreipfennige Oper, its cultural resonance.
12 May 2015 : Your Intrepid Reporter finds the so-called United States of America has adopted the Internal Passport system introduced by Iosef Vissarionovich in the Soiuz Sovietskikh Sotsialistiecheski Respubliki; he was unable to get a room, at any price (my offer, to start negotiations, was $1000, in return for 7 days lodging, with no picture ID).