Citizen K

The subject of this bizarrely apt State of the Union address - Brett C. Kimberlin - is at once ordinary and bewitching, an elfin entrepreneur whose talent as a legitimate businessman was surpassed only by his daring as a smuggler who moved tons upon tons of marijuana from Mexico, Colombia, and the Caribbean to the American heartland. In his native Indiana, Kimberlin either did or did not sell pot on a regular basis to "Danny" Quayle - a claim against the potential, and later sitting, vice president that he parlayed into his own media-friendly martyrdom, thus achieving the apotheosis of his remarkably accomplished career of self-invention. So, where did Kimberlin come from? And was he finally, if not the political prisoner he claimed to be, a figure inseparable from - despite or because of his admitted criminal past - our own countercultural legacy? For a rash of inexplicable bombings that terrorized his hometown of Indianapolis, was he the architect; or a victim of the government's rigged prosecution? When he tried to speak with reporters about Quayle, were his civil rights violated even before he threatened to shift votes in the campaign for the republic's highest office? Or is Ki