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This is not 1945. Even then, the Cold War was whipped up by the U.S. for domestic political reasons. Not that the Russians were blameless, then or now. But the U.S. when it is hell-bent on confrontation, rarely stops to look at the facts. Before we go too far, we should consider a few points...
...under some genuine annoyance with the present, the spiritual structures of the past are standing, for better or worse, and straining to survive till Jimmy is a private citizen (six years at most) and Plains can be a farming town again, with a few dollars now and then from hell-bent consumers of presidential history...
literature. Americans have been especially obsessive about doing things by the book: democracy has always involved the ambivalence of men and women hell-bent upon being superior to their equals. In the exuberantly crass moneygrubbing of the gilded age after the Civil War, for example, Americans were springing literally out of ditches into great wealth. The trajectory that their money purchased into ostentation, if not aristocracy, gave them all kinds of anxiety attacks. And so the etiquette-book business flourished, scores of manuals pouring forth to soothe and lead the nouveau riche nervously forward to some kind of presentability. Some...
They came in from Amherst Saturday hell-bent on victory, the UMass Minutemen did, laughing and sneering at the undersized, underdog Crimson. But when the time came to march back from the Harvard Stadium turf to Dillon Field House, the visitors walked in a dazed retreat, as the Harvard football team had outmuscled, outhustled and basically outclassed the Minutemen by a score...
...since Elvis died--more than 20 years since he cut "Hound Dog," "All Shook Up," "Jailhouse Rock," and "Don't Be Cruel." But it was true, and that was how I came to be riding all night from Connecticut down to Tennessee with a busload of middle-aged women hell-bent on reaching the graveside of their dead king on the first anniversary of his death. That was how I came to meet Janey Cray, who swooned over Elvis when she was young and sweet, and who now spends sleepless nights in the cab of a tractor-trailer rig, squinting...