I was going to write something about George McGovern dying.
He died right here in my home state, his home state, too. We are, all of us around here, hyper-conservative. Well…except me and George.
Mr. McGovern was before my time, but my mom, a lifelong Republican, often spoke of him with disdain. Thus, I liked him.
People say “Those damned kids!” but did the kids create this world? Do they sustain it with their belief systems? No, only the adults. Look around. Every fucking thing you see, from the wars to the factories belching filth into the skies to the faux food that’s perfectly safe to eat (we swear!), all of it is the fault of the adults and none of it is the fault of the kids.
Therefore, it is not only important, but VITAL that we believe something the fuck else than what our parents believe. Fuck your parents. Let’s hope they haven’t doomed us all.
So I was a fan of George McGovern just because my mom hated him. That was good enough for me.
I suppose I could analyze his record and talk about how he spent basically his whole life fighting hunger, but I won’t. There are a million articles like that today, the day on which he died.
I just remember my mom going “That fucking George McGovern!” and me thinking he must be all right.
RIP you fucking rebel.