The relatively innocent naif coming out of Central NY
As a relatively innocent naif coming out of Central NY in '68, my eyes and ears (and later my mouth ) was wide-open to the propositions suggested and asserted by others. By mid-May '70 I finally had the empirical evidence of who was blowing smoke up-my-ass and into-my-face and able to demarcate my identity as something with at least an idiosyncratic, if not a unique imperative. Further years proved a repeated seen it-heard it of the expected and the monotonous.BUT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE... It was those oases of the unique to the thought provoking that kept me from what could be worse sociopathic or psychopathic ventures, since being in the military precluded anything more than a comfortable material port of benignity. Tho' I shared other's cynicism and skepticism of the Clintons and their ersatz media virtue, and had been on the left as an anti-authoritarian despite my posturing subordination to the decorum and discipline of a military careerist; I tho