Imagine that I'm posting this on April 4th, instead of today (the sandhill cranes' migration through the Channelled Scabland took precedence, sorry, folks).
And on this awful anniversary, these two things:
- RFK's extemporaneous speech that terrible evening (props to The X-Files for having pointed my generation towards this speech in the first place, and never mind the fact that it's now IMPOSSIBLE to imagine [outside of the WB] a man who would've been President (slightly mis-)quoting Aeschylus in our own era - that could be good, could be bad, though an epigone is an epigone whether or not she or he's ever heard of Aeschylus - note rather how far away, now, is that era's roaring clamor for a more just America, its uprising of new forces on the Left so clear-and-present that even a Kennedy could get his inner Machiavelli to side with his inner More)
- the yet-unredeemed words of the great man himself
