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Yup, they have a point:

I like the Rat Pack. Talk about unabashed drinkers, real heroes to the anti-MADD crowd, like those at Modern Drunkard Magazine.

Everything I Ever Needed To Know About Life I Learned from the Rat Pack: Life lessons from the Kings of Swingin’ by Frank Kelly Rich

It was January 1960 and they called it the Summit at the Sands. There would be other Summits later, but this was the opening shot of the Swinging Revolution, the party that was heard around the world. After a few straight songs, the show would devolve into something best described as a very public stag party. Songs were perpetually interrupted by wisecracks, political correctness was made a pariah, the sacred audience was cajoled and rousted, the performers openly drank deep from a bar centered on stage like a sacrificial altar. Much of the act was ad-libbed and riddled with inside jokes, and the audience—and the army of press that had gathered—suspected the performers were having more fun than those they were supposed to be entertaining. And they were right.

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