By the beginning of 1967, the war in Vietnam had ended America’s ‘consensus’ for good.
Is there a word that means the opposite of nostalgia — something to describe the acrid taste at the back of one’s tongue when confronted with a vivid retelling of events recalled with loathing?
Although, since I was too young to notice pre-primary candidates outside my parents’ Democratic
faith party, I never previously realized how much Willard “Mitt” Romney’s campaigning style owes to his wounded Franklinian vanity. Nixon’s willingness to crawl through whatever rancid sewers of innuendo and misdirection necessary to activate the collective lizard brains of the American voting public seem to have permanently marked young Willard.
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