Person, Woman, Man, Camera, TV

It's really hard for me, the unapologetic fossil that I am, to believe it's been forty-six years since Richard Milhous Nixon resigned the Presidency of the United States. Those were, in words the late John Lennon was to sing early in the next decade, strange days indeed. 

Nixon, always a pragmatist had watched his enablers desert him as the ripples in the political pond widened from the Watergate burglary swamping his ship of state, announced his intention the night before, August 8, 1974, in a televised press conference covered by all three major networks (this was all pre-cable, remember) and departed office the following morning. Try as I might, I don't recall jubilation, rioting, or anything other than a sigh of relief that, as Gerald Ford who succeeded him phrased it, 'our long national nightmare is over.' 

It wasn't of course and many of the effects of the resignation and the schism it created in our nation exist and persist to this day with nearly all of us (except those 160K plus already dead from the #TrumpVirus) choosing sides even when there shouldn't be an us or them.

I can't help but wonder just how much stranger things have to get around here before we see a repeat of Marine One lifting off from the White House Lawn this time starring the Beige Buffoon, but a part of me wants the satisfaction of voting the Incompetent Greedy Grifter OUT of office in November. But the other part of me, just wants the head noise to end and soon.

-bill kenny