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Friday, February 06, 2004

Excerpt from a letter to Altercation:

Anyway, brother Boehlert in Salon yesterday got me thinking about my Dad and Richard Nixon.

After a scary couple of years in the North Atlantic at the beginning of WWII, my father got transferred to a ship bound for the forward areas of the Pacific. Once there, he told me he met at least three guys who claimed to have lost money playing poker with the young Lt. Nixon, who was one of the most notorious cardsharps in the Pacific Theater. (One of Bravo's True Tales Of The West Wing concerns the youthful Dick's way with a deck on deck.) Further, he also met about 10 guys who claimed to know guys who got similarly fleeced.

My point is this. The forward areas of the Pacific were, I think we can all agree, a slightly more chaotic and random duty station than was, say, Air National Guard billet in Alabama in the early 1970s. Yet, by his own reckoning, my father met at least 13 guys claiming at least a secondhand acquaintance with a future president of the United States. By contrast, the Republicans can't find one single person who remembers encountering the young C-Plus Augustus in peaceful Alabama as the age of Aquarius faded.

Not...one...single...person.

They apparently can't even find anyone who saw him in the Piggly Wiggly, let alone in the cockpit of a jet fighter.

They apparently can't even find one barracks braggart to come out and lie about it.

They apparently can't even find anyone who'll do it just for the reward money.

That is the ground on which I call bulls**t on every bit of Republican spin on this story. You lied. You're still lying.


This is a ball someone needs to pick up and run with.

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