Has David Brooks finally jumped the shark with his deeply silly anti-weed legalization column? Internet smart asses like Athenae, mother of Little Kick, have been all over Bobo’s shit for years. Charlie Pierce has had a lot of fun at Bobo’s expense, but he also has one foot in the MSM camp. Yesterday on Twitter, the ponderous and pompous Brooks was mocked relentlessly by his MSM colleagues. I’m too lazy to hunt down the quotes about the reformed stoner, man, but they’re there, man.
I realized this morning that David Brooks has something in common with the Grateful Dead. It’s an Adrastostian convergence, y’all. The Dead nicknamed thelate great concert producer and promoter Bill Graham, Uncle Bobo. The NYT’s Bobo isn’t particularly avuncular but I like the coincidence. It’s cosmic, man. Once again, I’m too lazy to hunt down the root of the Brooksian nickname, man, but there could be a connection, man.
I may have been too lazy to search for hack mockery of Bobo, but I did hunt down an Uncle Bobo moment from the closing of Winterland DVD. Unfortunately, it doesn’t exist in short clip form but you can find it here at 32:30if you’re a completist, stoner, or Deadhead. Below is an avuncular tune from the Dead’s 1980 Halloween show at Radio City Music Hall, which was MC’eed by Al Franken. I recall Al being asked as a candidate if he’d ever smoked pot and he said something like “I worked on SNL and hung out with the Grateful Dead. What do you think?” Once again, I’m too lazy to hunt down the quote, man. Hmm, maybeTina Brownwas right, man. Nah, she and Bobo can drink bong juice, man, and invite Peggy Noonan while they’re at it, man: