Sunday, October 21, 2012
Remembering George McGovern
I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.
— George McGovern
1972, as best I can recall, was the last time the Democratic Party ran a liberal. Those were heady times. Mind you, we never expected to win. Frankly, we were pretty cynical in those days — despite "Let the Sun Shine In" and all the naked hippies at Woodstock. Me, I'm even more cynical now than I was then.
Yes, I know. Back then, we boomers were supposed to be idealists. Well, we really weren't — at least not those of us with a few brains left in our stoned-out heads. We were fighting a last-ditch effort. We lost.
Now that McGovern is dead, a part of me also has died. Who's left? Who remembers?
I don't even want to think about the upcoming alleged debate, nor the ensuing election. I'm feeling like 1972 was my last chance. Yes, there are very powerful differences between Romney and Obama, so picking your idea of the lesser of two assholes should not be that difficult — but, as for me, I'll do my best to dream of George McGovern tonight.
Damn, I'm old.