It was 1968.

That summer I was 18 years of age and so very confused.

I had pustules all over my face, almost no money in my pocket and no idea of what might come to me down the line.

I was enrolled at the University and my studies would begin in the fall.

I was horny every minute of every hour of every day with no relief in sight. hahahah

I had found a job that summer that paid twice what I could achieve in High School. (Over two bucks an hour for chrissakes!)

It was very strange that summer. I had lost all my friends. I had no idea how to achieve the goals that my summer employer required of me. I had no idea what I was doing. (As though that status never changed for me. hahahah)

As a B- student at my Garden of Eden High School, I had no idea how I would fare in college.

Following the first week of employment, I was teamed with a drop-out, street smart, hateful young man who saved me from unemployment.

He was so very mean but he came to give me the benefit of the doubt.

He really helped me and because of him I survived that summer.

But outside of all this. That is outside of the real reality, there was this virtual reality that had nothing to do with my life. hahahahah

And this old virtual reality had nothing to do with today's computerized virtual reality.

B@W TV reality was virtual in those days.

MY MINNESOTA.

The Press in those days focused on two Minnesotans.

Gene McCarthy and Hubert Humphrey were at the fore, in the headlines, and on 'THE AIR'.

Bobby had already been killed. I recall being angry at the fact that a Kennedy would steal one of my hero's thunder prior to that killing. 

You have to understand.

LBJ freed the slaves for a second time.

This was an era when LBJ issued new Emancipation Proclamations. 

This was a time when LBJ added new programs that would make his hero proud.

This was a new FDR era.

And yet, I was looking at doom within a year. I mean if I fucked up in college, I would be in dire straights dodging bullets in Vietnam?

As a child I had three heroes.

LBJ, Gene and Hubert.

And in 1968, they were all at war.

With each other?

In what kind of universe could this happen?

I fell asleep just after 8 pm (CT) watching Rachel.

I awoke at 3 am (ct) and there was this replay of Rachel.

And here is Rachel recalling an event that took place before she was born.

But ghosts really exist in this new virtual world.

Rachel had video.

Rachel was showing us all the violence that occurs at every Trump appearance.

But she was discussing the problems with a Republican Party that might dismiss the voters' choice at some future convention.

REMEMBRANCES OF THINGS PAST.

And Rachel shows these videos of Chicago in 1968.

http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow-show

And all my heroes were at war.

And I found myself confounded.

And there I was.

Except I am not that horney anymore. hahahahahah

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