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Why What You Hear Is Rarely What You Thought You Heard
Earlier this past week, Rich Maloof, writing on MSN*Living’s “Daily Dose,” confided to his online audience that for two years during the Kennedy and Johnson administrations, the Federal Bureau of Investigation spent time and money “probing” a perceived threat to American Society.
No, it wasn’t Kruschev, even though ol’ Nikita was the single most feared person in my childhood world, right after Margaret Hamilton’s Wicked Witch of the West.
It wasn’t Castro, even though the Cuban Missile Crisis was breaking news at the time.
Nor was it Curly Howard of the Three Stooges, whose “nyuck, nyuck” laugh was thought to have constituted a veritable covert assault on the morals and ethics of Young Americans across the country.
It was the one-hit wonder of a group of guys who happened to record and release an old drinking song performed in a Jamaican patois engineered so poorly that nobody could be quite sure what they were even singing about.
It was the Kingsmen.
It was “Louie, Louie.”
And, in retrospect, it was ridiculous. Continue reading J Edgar Hoover and the Case of the “Dirty” Song