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I’ve been spilling out ten years worth of furor, anguish and Republican insurrection in the last couple posts which I have barely edited or curated. I’ve been watching the calendar speed by after my weekend with the Forward Party Convention thinking again that maybe I should petition to get on the ballot. Time is too precious. I have a life to live almost certainly as a civilian not as a Congressman but I’m still determined to get rid of as many traitors as I can or at the very least to bray at them until they once again get their spinless bodies back in the nation’s capitol.
I only just made a calendar of the next thirty days and still need to once again clean the growing clutters in my office ready to add meat to the recent posts bones and maybe get some traction on Substack. But I just thought of this posts best direction as a reminder that Republicans can break hearts. In our current party’s sense its broken Abe Lincoln’s heart ratifying the idea that its not the white people’s party. Yes, Traitors all not counting January 6, 2020
My grandfather’s advice to me was Never Vote for a Democrat. I did and it was the worst mistake of my life.
My grandfather’s Republican hero was Arizona Senator Barry Goldwater. Perhaps he read his book Conscience of a Conservative. If so, like JFK’s Profiles in Courage it was almost certainly written by a ghost writer. I just learned that in The Age of Eisenhower. Both books were published with the 1960 election in mind.
My family had left Kansas for Minnesota in 1963 a month before JFK’s assassination. My recollection of how Lynden Johnson won my parents vote for the 1964 election is that they were worried because Barry Goldwater had suggested North Vietnam needed to have nuclear weapons dropped on it. Many republicans made the same argument about North Korea in the days of Senator Joseph McCarthy. Maybe it was a joke but if so it fell flat with my parents who saw the infamous commercial of a child counting flowers blending into the countdown of sending missiles starting a nuclear war. Republicans called foul play but in respect I can’t agree with them.
Ironically within months I would be hearing my Dad cussing out Lynden Johnson for sending American soldiers to Vietnam.
My mother visited her father every other month from the time we moved to Minnesota taking turns every other month with her sister to visit George Robb. She would spend hours for her week in Topeka chatting with him and she would report back to me family lore that the two of them talked about. She also told me that she broke my grandfather’s heart when she told him she had voted for Goldwater.
I was non committal about political parties when I arrived in College in the fall of 1969. The year before for a speech assignment I had given a passionate speech to 17 year old who could not vote not to support Richard Nixon because I didn’t trust him. And yet I was irritated enough with the addictive self-righteousness of my fellow war protestors that I once shouted a passel of them down during a peace demonstration. Tecla Karpen’s Compliment I came back from a summer internship with a mild mannered Republican congressman with an inclination to join the Republican Party despite itself largely because of the ill treatment so many anti war college interns heaped on Barry Goldwater. Not a Goldwater Republican
And from the moment I joined the College Republicans there was no guarantee that I would vote for a straight ticket. When I did not CREEP
I’m still don’t CREEP!
