Once you know something you can’t not know it ever again. Innocence is unceremoniously yanked away. There you are, looking at a world you thought was round, like a beach ball, only to have discovered it’s flat and your little ship of happiness has a strong tailwind sailing straight toward the edge.
Due to the enthusiasm of another blogger, I’m reading Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ’72. I admired his writing in Rolling Stone when I was young, and he was alive. In my imagination he’s of my generation but in reality he was just a few days younger than my mother.
The most troubling thing I’ve read so far concerns the practice of sponsoring candidates. Apparently, it was common for wealthy people (now corporations are people too, just ask Mitt Romney and the US Supreme Court) to fund more than one candidate. The financial support sometimes included candidates of both parties, to insure Oval Office access regardless of who won. I cannot express how much this distresses me. On my formerly round planet, we do not play both ends against the middle. The practice is not sophisticated and urbane. It is cheap and dishonest.
I’m surprised Thompson wasn’t assassinated. His discoveries and opinions were incendiary. He said what he meant.