I don’t know why they snickered, but I know that they did. And I know that he was utterly demolished by the press afterwards, made a laughingstock. It was a horrifying way to treat a man who deserved better.
Up until then, I guess I still had some idealism. I guess I still thought that honesty and sincerity were worth something, even in politics. They weren’t.
Well he didn’t, and the other two did, which made him look, to their eyes, like a bumpkin. A rube with hearing aids, falling asleep during the debate, and so on and so on.
But it could have gone the other way. They could have chosen to view him as a breath of fresh air. They could have chosen to give him some respect. Instead, it was full-fledged ridicule from the gate.
But let me be honest, I was cringing. I knew he was going to get eviscerated while I was watching the debate. I recognized what the media was going to use as their cues, so I have the same critical, uncharitable view as they do.
The thing is, I’ve got enough of a conscience to be disgusted at myself!
William C. Westmoreland, who commanded U.S. forces in Vietnam from 1964-68, has died at the age of 91. Westmoreland also served as superintendent of the U.S. Military Academy and Army Chief of Staff during a career which saw him attain the rank of colonel by the age of 30 after distinguishing himself in combat during World War II…
“James Doohan, the burly chief engineer of the Starship Enterprise in the original “Star Trek” TV series and motion pictures who responded to the command “Beam me up, Scotty,” died early Wednesday. He was 85.”
Doohan is the fourth pick, of my thirteen, to die so far. Geez, I’m an angel of death.
Met him at a con once, when two of us fans won a drawing to have dinner with him. He was rather a snob, and didn’t really talk to us, saving his attention for the other dinner goer, the lady in charge of the con.