Redux But Better

Summer of 1974 (when I wasn’t in the backyard slathered in baby oil pretty much hopelessly hoping to tan), I sprawled the family room floor just absolutely not able to pull myself from the (televised, then) Watergate hearings. (The genius Barbara Jordan.) I went to college in that fall, double majoring in English and History, when a student could do that without worrying how it would pay off. But Watergate just got me hooked on journalism. And so after I graduated with the humanities degree…which has paid off, for sure not just in dollars…I took off for my masters in journalism, Northwestern University, inspired.

In my bones.

Nixon was a creep (literally named his campaign for) but he kind of sometimes did some constructive things. Who knows whether Gerald Ford did right with the pardon, but Gerald Ford now seems the Joe Biden of that day. And so Nixon went to San Clemente instead of prison.

Again abandoning the objectivity I’ve been taught. I cannot contain my glee at what I wish might be only the first of the indictments for that more recent sorry excuse of a human loser who, if there is a God, will end up not in a beach house as Nixon did, but rather the jail house he deserves after a lifetime of uncountable examples of humankind’s worst and never, ever, in a single day of his sorry life, did any constructive thing. And did do unmeasureable harm. I’m probably getting this Bible quote a little off but it goes something like “let justice roll on like rivers, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”

Or, 2023 vernacular. Lock him up.

Streamed a little bit of late night yesterday (John Leguizamo is so slaying it, Daily Show) and never have seen audiences so jumping out of seats also with glee. For just the first indictment. Just the first. About time.