
R.I.P. Hunter
yas, rip it hunter
rip it to the death.
the old shit disturber
will be surily missed
the rat, what must have
driven him to do dat?
no more writing
no more man
no more work
but uncle duke will
live on in the comic strips
we will miss the doctor
and his tales.
He Stomped Terra
He Whomped Firma
that damned doctor
did he give himself
a taste of his own medicine
I'd hit him if I could
a love tap of course
we are all sorry
about a great loss
muchly too bad.
—Ken Babbs
Rest In Peace
doesn't cut it when
Ripping Into Pieces
was carved in stoned
lightning bolts shot
straight into the soft
underbelly of american greed
and a hearty dig in the ribs
was the key to the doctor's screed:
Mix those Metaphors
Hike those Semaphores
Hit them with Punchlines
for the Really Big Scores
—Ken Babbs
fierce-eyed one-of-a-kind journalist covering politics and the national agenda with such radical and nasty and brilliant aplomb and with such an explicit and enthusiastic disregard for standard journalistic rules and tropes,
this is what it is about, not drugs and guns. it's skewering the shitheads.
—Ken Babbs
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"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."
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