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The Long View From 1964 is political commentary for the Americans who can’t find their checkbox. Not Democrat. Not Republican. Just honest analysis from someone who has watched the whole arc — from Superman and the American Way to gilded bunkers and Walmart rejects with guns. Where we’ve been, where we are, and where we might still go.
The Long View From 1964 1 of 6 – Superman
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When you’re ten years old watching the Mickey Mouse Club, Superman, Zorro, Father Knows Best and the rest, the American Way seems perfectly clear. We were strong. We were proud. We had clear cut enemies. At school we were told to stand and recite the Pledge of Allegiance with pride, and when the air raid sirens went off we got under our desks — as if that would actually do any good. But it made us feel safe.
We had presidents who built America. Eisenhower chose highways over rail because he saw how disabling rail lines stopped troop movements. He should have prioritized both. JFK, with all his faults, still told us that our strength was to stand together and build a great nation. Not a monument.
Sometime after that I took a break. I married, I divorced, I had children — not necessarily in that order. I raised families. I now have grandchildren. I learned how to build businesses and was part of the great technological revolution — time spent at gin joints like Tektronix, Intel, my own consulting and more.
And when I stopped and took a breath, I looked around and saw an America that had become super wealthy and gone to hell at the same time.
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The President Who Won’t Leave – Part 3 of 3 The Third String
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What I am is a moderate. A person who believes in making decisions carefully, in recognizing complexity, in not burning the house down because you’re angry at the neighbors. A person who wants others to make their own informed choices rather than be handed a script.
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These are not the first string. The first string, the Generals, the Admirals, the career military officers who built their credibility over decades of actual service, were fired. Forced to retire. Replaced with loyalists whose primary qualification was willingness to pour the coffee and butter the bagel without asking uncomfortable questions.
They aren’t the second string either (no offense intended) The second string could have been considered the National Guard, but maybe they have been asked or ordered into that grey zone, maybe ‘illegal orders’ and taking up arms against their family and friends has caused a little friction?
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The President Who Won’t Leave – Part 2 of 3 Home Sweet Home
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What I am is a moderate. A person who believes in making decisions carefully, in recognizing complexity, in not burning the house down because you’re angry at the neighbors. A person who wants others to make their own informed choices rather than be handed a script.
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From day one, my ballroom, MY ballroom. A petulant child crying for his ballroom. Almost a month later the child coyly admits to the underground complex the shed is covering. All paid for with donations straight from somebody’s pocket, probably tucked into that additional 1.5 trillion dollar defense budget, because the underground playground is his bunker. His refuge in time of war. His hidden military complex, hospital, and I am sure gilded and lavish living quarters.
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The President Who Won’t Leave – Part 1 of 3 Has He Been Planning For This War All Along?
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What I am is a moderate. A person who believes in making decisions carefully, in recognizing complexity, in not burning the house down because you’re angry at the neighbors. A person who wants others to make their own informed choices rather than be handed a script.
From the Author of The Long View From 1964
From day one, my ballroom, MY ballroom. A petulant child crying for his ballroom. Almost a month later the child coyly admits to the underground complex the shed is covering. All paid for with donations straight from somebody’s pocket, probably tucked into that additional 1.5 trillion dollar defense budget, because the underground playground is his bunker. His refuge in time of war. His hidden military complex, hospital, and I am sure gilded and lavish living quarters.
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The Ash Didn’t Disappear
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What I am is a moderate. A person who believes in making decisions carefully, in recognizing complexity, in not burning the house down because you’re angry at the neighbors. A person who wants others to make their own informed choices rather than be handed a script.
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I walked through Dachau at seven years old. The ash was still there.
I am still here too.
And I remember everything.
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Your Grandchildren Will Search Your Name
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