Is there anything more inspiring of our trust than being told, repeatedly, that the mainstream media has been "ignoring" a major story? And, as they slowly crawl toward the realization that they have to, at least, cope with the truth, what are we to make of them, and what they've been trying to do to us, and our perception of reality?
This has to be the most attractive picture of Rachel Maddow I've ever seen. She did an interview with Hillary Clinton, where the two projected their party's actions onto their enemies - again. Hillary Clinton has always been the sort of politician who openly laughs when misfortune strikes others, so I wonder about her, psychologically, and what her supporters ever found so attractive - and what they're about, too. There's a maliciousness in her even Donald Trump doesn't possess. But Rachel Maddow certainly does.
One of the world's most popular Historians is a female character who's totally bored with her subject. This fits with a population that could care less about knowing the details of anything that happened before they were born.
When I was born, John F Kennedy was president, and he and his brother went on to have an affair with Marilyn Monroe. And they were mixed up in the Mob through their father. That's probably what got the president killed. Today, we have Joe Biden, a long-term liar, who showered inappropriately with his daughter, and didn't seem to disapprove when his crackhead son started sleeping with his dead son's widow. Both he, and his son, are into the extortion of foreign leaders. There's only been a few good men as president between these two administrations, but - based on what I now know about human nature - I'm not even sure about that. I'm almost not sure about anything anymore, except American never should've let any of this get this far.
Hindsight being 2020, Kennedy was a bullshit artist. Starting this sit down with three bulb-headed journalists (they all have very big heads, including Kennedy, who - though he looks modern compared to the others - was actually a strange, almost alien-looking man), his first question was how difficult he found the job of President. He answers by turning to foreign policy, and my first thought (as I'm sure it was for many blacks even then) is "What the hell is he talking about Pakistan for?" For blacks in the early '60s, issues like reparations were as much on their minds as they are now. No one could claim no one was alive, who was responsible for any harm, then. But, as usual, the nation's mind, and collective concern, were elsewhere. The Congo. Cuba. Russia. Anywhere but at home. These adventures in "saving the planet" are why America's claimed, then, as now, there's never enough money for settling with blacks. It's a lie.
This talk obviously takes place after the Cuban missile crisis, so we know most everything he's saying is a lie, because that was resolved by a secret deal the public wasn't told about, involving removing missiles from Turkey. Kennedy was a very good liar. Knowing he's lying makes it easier to see him calculating. And he does so very calmly. Knowing he's lying also makes it sting when, only once, he brings up the Constitution. Because I know he's bullshitting again, and only using it as a shield against the public. Not cool, Man, not cool.
Kennedy reminds me that humans have to live long enough to achieve wisdom, to truly appreciate how low a level mankind normally functions. He didn't get enough time to reflect on how despicable his actions were, when lying wasn't just part of the job, but his way of life. Knowing his personal life, he was - literally - honest with no one, beyond his father and brother. It's for this lack of character that the hippies soon practically destroyed the suit and haircut, as a façade for dressing up deceit. Give the lowly T-shirt some respect.
At one point he says it's around January '61. So this talk took place about one month before I was born, as America was discussing whether or not I could go to school with white kids. It's strange to think my life's spanned all that time. Or that I won't be aware of the world, or my own existence, for about four years after this. And I'll be dead soon. (What a concept.) I remember the despair surrounding Kennedy's death, but nothing more. Not even Bobby's killing years later. MLK's death I remember, because my foster father got a bucket and cried into it during the funeral. I barely remember anything about the Nixon years, beyond a vague recognition of Watergate. I wouldn't be politically awakened until Jimmy Carter's turn, when the whole Jim Jones/Harvey Milk thing shook the world by killing 900 blacks. Heady stuff at 17.
The subject of blacks finally comes up, but in a discussion of the government's role in education. Apparently, James Meredith had just staged his protest in Mississippi, and the racism he was faced with, Kennedy says, made his job more difficult. But he's clearly sympathetic to Meredith's position, so I can see why blacks liked him. This is when his charm shines through. Enough so I can see how his assassination crushed people. He had a great smile.
If he hadn't been fuckin' everything in sight, he probably could've really been something.
“We are not afraid to entrust the American people with unpleasant facts, foreign ideas, alien philosophies, and competitive values. For a nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people."
- President John F. Kennedy, who the Democrats still can't even admit led us into Vietnam, resulting in their deadly ethical spiral.
