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of the ss United States , even if that meant sinking the ship.
    You see, those angry, defeated, invertebrates now held a grudge not only against Nixon, the leader of their country, but they also held an ever-growing grudge against the American people. They felt the American people had somehow wronged them by refusing to buy their line of bullshit in two straight landslide elections. The media could not collectively countenance the notion that the voters would reject the political hacks they, the media, had aligned themselves with philosophically. As the “unbiased journalists” schlepped back to their desks after the second landslide victory, a grudge burned and glowed in the hearts of each and every one of those cowards, and they waited for an opportunity to take their hateful, spiteful, cowardly vengeance.
    Now Nixon ran with a bit of a rough crowd. He had a few guys around, the kind of guys you need every once in a while, particularly in the rough-’n’-ready world of the late ‘60s–early ‘70s politics. Knock-around guys, sure, but also guys with good hearts. Most of them had seen some action and done their share of work, clean and dirty. Personally, I wish I had a few of those guys around myself. They may have been able to give me some “advice” or “assistance” with some of my recent “challenges.” Sadly, though, that type of associate, loyal and willing to break a few eggs for you if you tell him you want an omelet, is gone, long gone.
    Anyway, a few of those fellas who hung around Nixon got involved in a bit of high jinks—nothing too bad. Nothing every other president’s rapscallions hadn’t done some version of, including the gangsters who hung around the two presidents that preceded Nixon—JFK and LBJ. Regardless of the commonality of their high jinks, they got into a bit of a jam. Nixon found out, and like a man he tried to bail out his guys. He did less than a perfect job of it. (Google Watergate—I don’t have all day to give you people a history lesson.) The media, those flea-bitten, mangy, rabid dogs that had been skulking in the shadows, looking for a chance to strike, got wind of it. In the interest of the country, and the people, and the political system, they could have let it ride. But nooooo. …
    With that white-hot hatred for the American voter still burning in their hearts, the media chose to destroy Nixon the president, the patriot, and the man. The media’s prime mission was to punish the American voter for having the temerity to not be dictated to by them. Yes, my friends, that’s the real reason the media grabbed ahold of Nixon at his one weak moment and refused to let go. In their hearts they had grown to hate America, and the American people, too much to just let it ride. They chose to sacrifice the American people’s belief in, and support of, the political system for that one moment of vicious, crude, cruel vengeance. They made a conscious choice to make a big deal out of a very minor incident, knowing full well the damage it would cause. And, sadly, they succeeded. The American voter and the American political landscape have never been, nor will ever be again, the same. For their own perverse, twisted satisfaction, the media ruined a great man and damaged a nation’s belief in its leaders for time immemorial.
    And for what, I ask you? They sabotaged and hamstrung a military effort to battle communism by attacking the presidency, thereby forcing our courageous soldiers to fight a two-front war—the one against “Charlie” in the green hell of Vietnam, and the one against the greasy, cowardly, vile mongrels who spit on them on airplane runways when they came back to America. On their home turf, soldiers now had to deal with the brainwashed, slovenly, antiwar protesters. This behavior by protesters not only affected our heroes, it also affected our true enemy—“Charlie” in the jungles. It emboldened our enemy and allowed it to redouble its efforts to kill