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Thursday, May 11, 2017

Was Jerusalem builded here, Among these dark Satanic Mills?

And did those feet in ancient time...

Even when John Dean spilled the beans, there were still defenders of Nixon.  Even after the Saturday Night Massacre, it wasn't clear what the outcome would be.  Nixon had his defenders in Congress well into 1974.  When they finally turned, they turned like an ocean liner:  slowly, but once turned, decisively.
Remember, Nixon won 49 states; it was one of the greatest landslides in U.S history.  He had massive political capital, and it evaporated relatively quickly.  The thread Bob Woodward pulled that night in a D.C. courtroom soon unraveled the whole tapestry of a Presidency.

Samuel walked into Mr Dodge's office the Day After, solmenly announcing to his principal: "Donald Trump won the election yesterday, and we are all gonna die."

My first political memory, as I've noted before, is Nixon getting onto Marine One and waving that one last time.  Sad to think my kids will have a similar one, only to have it repeated by their kids, should we survive this epoch...


May 11, 2017 in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink


It all reminds me of Nixon. In 1972, Hunter Thompson wrote a wild and scathing book about the election. Years later, after Nixon was out, Thompson was asked about what he thought of Nixon's '72 win in retrospect.

He said somehting like, "I'm glad he won. If he'd lost, his voters would have always defended him. Now, not only is he discredited, so are all those people who voted for him."

But his voters themselves probably never agreed. I know my grandmother believed he'd been railroaded until the day she died.

Posted by: Harry Hamid | May 11, 2017 6:55:20 PM

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