I can’t let Sen. George McGovern’s death pass by without comment.
The Prairie Preacher is the first presidential candidate I ever voted for, setting a precedent for picking losers that extended without interruption until Clinton’s first campaign. Back in 1972, McGovern was the peace candidate, his campaign fueled by anti-Vietnam war fervor. He lost in epic proportions, winning only MA and Washington DC. Richard Nixon became president, making the loss even worse. For everybody.
While I always liked McGovern, he wasn’t my first choice at the time. That would have been Eugene McCarthy, who spoke up first and more loudly against the war, and entered ‘Crat primaries to take on the party establishment. He got less respect than Rodney Dangerfield. The ‘Crat establishment, headed by Hubert Horatio Humphrey, loathed him. So did the unions — which counted for something at the time.
Back then, if you were anti-war, you had to be a dirty hippie Communist faggot on drugs and welfare who needed to get a job, join the army or better yet, go the hell back to Russia or Africa or wherever the hell your anti-American ass came from if you think it’s so bad here. Very slowly the rest of the nation came around to the Progressives’ thinking, but not before faces were stomped, shots were fired, were and blood was spilled. Hey — to make an omelet you gotta crack some skulls.
With Iraq, Monkey Boy and his smirking chimps proved we didn’t learn a goddam thing from Vietnam. It’s all very depressing, especially if you’re burying parts of your loved ones or watching them return from service only to take their own lives. But that’s another story.
So bon voyage, George. Thanks for the courage and the leadership. Thanks for the inspiration. Sorry we were too damn dumb to listen then, and to learn now. You understand. You were all about peace. May you rest in it.