Bring Abbie Hoffman Home

“This ain’t no damn anti-war reunion,” Ossie Davis says, “this is a bivouac in a continuing war.”

You can plant frog spit on that one. Bivouac, my aching thole. If this un-Felt Forum raindance is a bivouac, so’s a gashful of maggots. I smell the cadaver tank now: Rubin, Seale, Dellinger, Davis, Krassner: all here. They should be sportsmanlike about it and die. There’s nothing more abject than yesterday’s radical. Abbie Hoffman hasn’t been in exile: he’s been superannuated, grown out of. Time is your one enduring activist.