Ah, the sound of the scales falling off young eyes and hitting the cold, hard floor... The sound of futile rage, of disappointed expectations, of youthful enthusiasm dashed on the rocks of disillusionment.
Kinda makes you want to giggle, doesn't it?
Yes. Giggle loud. Giggle long. Gotta love reality.
I think there should be another national holiday called I TOLD YOU SO DAY.
It would give many a voice otherwise unheard.
1968 Dem Convention redux.