(The following was typed in a rush without time for proofreading, so please excuse typos, and grammatical errors)
I'm listening to an old episode of Marc Maron, with comedian Louis Black as a guest. Midway through the podcast Maron asked Black to name his literary hero(I'm paraphrasing the conversation). Black's response was Paul Kassner, with Black describing a 1960's underground magazine called The Realist.
The edition featured an(controversial for that era) illustration of a Disney orgy. After a moment of wondering if it was, or wasn't a bit pervy that I hoped to see Sleeping Beauty get gang banged by Mickey, I decided to wiki Kassner. Kassner's page then led me to an archived database of The Realist.
I'm in no way, whatsoever, a fan older stuff like MAD(my initial assumption of The Realist), but I gotta admit, this mag was some funny stuff. I guess an apt description could be The Original Onion/The Onion before The Onion? Full of satire, and wit. This particular piece kinda reminded me of what it was like when I first discovered Gawker. Back before Gawker was flooded with burner accounts with promises of wealth from "Work At Home" scammers, and porn spammers. At least in this edition anyhow, there appears to be the commonality of great material being drawn from their readership/commentariat. I routinely come across Gawker commenters noting how they routinely skim the Gawker articles, and skip down to the comments. From what I've gathered over the years, the Gawker-sphere has been known as a place where the large number of readers can often be funnier, and far more entertaining than some staff writers.(but I'm sure there'll be a ton of disagreement on this)
Now back to my original point. Specifically issue No. 18 published June 1960. There was a piece titled "Case History Of a TV Hoax" where Kassner urged readers to flood a 1969's TV show named Masquerade Party(last hosted by Richard Dawson) with letters vaguely complaining about the show's content, and swearing a boycott of the sponsor's company. I find Cases #2, and #3 worth mentioning. What I read was hilarious, with me I laughing, eye full of tears, so loud that someone in the next room though I was screaming out oft pain. Hopefully some of you will share the same opinion.
Being that I'm not a professional critic, I doubt I'll ever find any of my reviews in The New Yorker. With that thought, I hope my review didn't come off as some pretentious, blowhard spiel about how the magazine's finely attuned nuances was spot-on with it's political commentary. I just know what I like, and I liked The Realist. I think you'll find his work amusing as well.
While you read this, I'm off to find a copy of the Disney Orgy. I'll try to put up the Disney cartoon if I find a decent copy, and any other related links. But if you can beat me to it, feel free to do so in the comments.