I only met Paul Krassner once, at the notorious O’Farrell Theater during the doomed 1984 Democratic Convention in San Francisco. I was there as part of the Wild Dogs, a loose affiliation of cartoonists creating a page of comics that accompanied Warren Hinckle’s commentary in the San Francisco Chronicle. Paul came up with a little blurb about Geraldine Ferraro and Dan O’Neill had me illustrate it.
Krassner was one the great satirists of the late 20th century. His publication, The Realist, was known for it’s outrageous take on politics. Groucho Marx declared that Krassner was the heir to Lenny Bruce’s legacy.
He passed away on July 21. I doubt he will rest in peace.
The obligatory bio… https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Krassner
I was saddened to hear of Krassner’s death, but oh, man…what a life.
I met him once in North Beach in 1994 right after he published his Confessions.
I had been at City Lights earlier in the day and saw he was going to be there in the afternoon…and then promptly forgot and in the early evening went out for a beer and ran into him at the bar. I told him about trolling the north side of Chicago trying to find a copy of The Realist as a kid with my brother and he laughed out loud.