Word: zap
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...beautiful, under-30s, battle the forces of evil, the ugly militarists of Apokolips, in weird sequences that look and read like nightmares. Whatever they are doing, American comics, both the books and the strips, are full of life. In their 75th year, they are bursting-WUMP, BOMP, OOF! and ZAP!-from the page in a dozen new directions...
Amid the crack of 450-volt xenon strobes, the silent zap of lasers and an unprecedented clicking of turnstiles, the Los Angeles County Museum's exhibition called "Art and Technology" is under way at last. It will run through August, and it affords a revealing spectacle of the stimuli and problems that rise out of a major encounter of art and industry...
...Some men retorted, "No mother-fuckin" woman is going to tell us when we can trash or not." So they threw the bricks and scurried back to protect their women. But women's affinity groups didn't need protection, or the shit which trashers were bringing down on everybody. Zap. Who were the Chicago 7? Seven white middle-class males who had driven to leadership in various segments of the movement. Who was doing the trashing at TDA? Mostly white middle-class males...
President Nixon tosses, turns. The pantheon of the past retreats. Now it is 1971. From his Oval Office, Nixon sends to the Senate the nomination of a Mississippi judge for the Supreme Court. Zap! Confirmed. He asks $10 billion for an expanded ABM system. Pow! Appropriated. He proposes cuts in school funds. Chop! Done. In one corner of his dream stands a forlorn J. William Fulbright, talking while no one listens. With other prickly Democratic Sena'e oligarchs, Fulbright has been toppled by a Republican capture of the Senate. In a far recess of the Senate chamber, a vestigial cluster...
...officer trainee, Calley insists, he was never taught that he might encounter friendly Vietnamese. Instead, "it was drummed into us, 'Be sharp! Be on your guard! As soon as you think these people won't kill you-zap!' " When he first arrived in Viet Nam on Dec. 1, 1967, Calley felt "like the meanest, the most tremendous weapon there is. My rifle swung low. My helmet pulled down. I was scowling even. I felt this is my big day. And these are my men. And we're going to end this whole damned war tomorrow...