I remember 1980 and the empty rhetoric that a ridiculous, insipid B-movie actor had been given to recite for months, and I remember desperately hoping that people wouldn’t be stupid enough to project their fears onto the image of a simplistic fool who knew nothing about policy, but who’d been effectively coached in how to say very little with a great deal of emphasis.
It wasn’t long before this empty suit was elected. And it wasn’t long afterwards that I heard news reports about terrible things which this man was ignoring, and about innocuous things this man would waste no time criticizing, and about wonderfully hopeful things this man would loudly condemn.
That’s when the gut-churning nightmare began, and that’s when I knew that the children of Richard Nixon and Joe McCarthy were taking their royal revenge for Cronkite, Viet Nam, Woodward/Bernstein, and Watergate. This would now become our time to be punished, for having dared to depose a man who’d violated our trust and sent our kids overseas to die for nothing.
I just didn’t know how effectively they’d planned this retribution until I realized how many newspapers, radio stations, and tv affiliates their supporters had acquired.
We’re still being punished.