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What Would Grampa Think of the Hushmoney Trial?
I can only imagine his disgust.
My Dad was an honorable man. He was honest, intelligent and trustworthy. Dad had integrity.
My Dad was a proud US Army veteran who served in Germany in the last days of WWII.
I was in the second grade when John F. Kennedy was killed. I remember my parents standing in our living room, in tears, watching the events unfolding on television. I learned that the President was a person to be honored, respected, admired. I learned from my parents that the best, the brightest, the most morally upright, were chosen to lead this country.
My Dad thought that Presidents were human and fallible, but that they all strove to bring goodness and honor to the country.
Of course, I came of age in the 1960s, so I learned to be more skeptical about the men running the country. I learned to be a cynic and to ask the hard questions about our government.
In college, I became deeply suspicious of our laissez-faire capitalist system, convinced that it was designed to consistently move wealth upward to smaller and smaller groups. I began to see the United States as a corporate oligarchy instead of a democracy. I became a socialist at heart.
