I was the 1968 version of a Bernie Bro. I still regret it.

[Codifer]

76. I could never figure out why ...

Eugene McCarthy was not the nominee after Bobby was murdered. I do not think that Humphry even competed in any primaries. But that was the Chicago convention debacle. At the time it was the latest bit of savagery to my once rosy optimism. I was so damn sure that a great future lay ahead on earth and in space. Then...

The first big hit was 22 November 1963. I was nineteen.

Next was Viet Nam.

Just got back home in 1968 when Martin Luther King was assassinated.

Then bobby in LA just before I separated from the service in June.

Then the Chicago convention riot by Daley's police. (at that time the police seemed the enemy of the young in case anyone forgot).

But I STILL pulled it together to vote for Humphry.

Then Kent State.

In 2008 I thought that stupidity was in complete remission... and I relaxed a bit.

Then the darkest day of all, 8 November 2016. The stupidity came back with a terrible irony. The same fuckers who hollered "go back to Russia" at me when I marched for peace now were saying "They seem nice" when Russian thugs were laughing it up with trump in the OVAL OFFICE!

I have not given up yet.... but Jesus, I am so goddamn tired.