Listening to Thunderclap Newman this morning reminded me of something younger generations of Americans may not know, despite the recurrence of 60s nostalgia: there was a brief moment in the late 1960s when popular culture–and especially rock music–contemplated the possibility of a revolution–violent or flower-powered–that would actually topple Western governments. It was to be carried out by something vaguely referred to as “The Movement,” a term now pretty much confined to conservatives so far as I can tell. I’d say the ubiquity and quick departure of this meme was best exhibited by the band Grand Funk Railroad, which endorsed The Revolution (“seems to be the only solution”) in 1970’s “Sin’s a Good Man’s Brother.” By 1973 Grand Funk was performing the jingoistic party song “We’re an American Band.” Go figure.
Here are some non-revolutionary midday news/views treats:
* Steve King calls for impeachment of Ginsburg and Kagan for failing to recuse themselves from Obergefell decision, but thinks Cruz’s retention election scheme for SCOTUS sound cool, too.
* Over to you, Cody Brown, for a trip down the slippery slope: Montana man and two wives apply for polygamous marriage license, citing Obergefell.
* Congress should let Puerto Rico declare bankruptcy, says James Surowiecki at the New Yorker.
* TNR’s Rebecca Leber reports Martin O’Malley could become the presidential candidate of choice for climate-change activists.
* Expect the shrieking to begin immediately: Obama administration announces it’s training immigration enforcement officers to focus exclusively on criminals, terrorist threats, and recent entrants. This is entirely separate from DACA, and will provide indirect relief to many undocumented folk who have been in the country for a long time.
And in non-political news:
* Last-minute English own-goal gives Japan win in Women’s World Cup semis for spot in finals against USA.
As we break for lunch, here’s the iconic “revolution” song from the source of many of them, Jefferson Airplane: “Volunteers,” as recorded in 1970 (warning: there’s some semi-nudity in the video). I nearly posted the 1996 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction performance of this song, if only because of the ironic suit-and-tie apparel of Marty Balin and Jorma Kaukonen, but Grace Slick wasn’t there, so I just couldn’t.