The Voice of Reason: A V.I.P. Pass to Enlightenment (6 page)

ixon was a
man
. Not a particularly handsome or well-spoken man like
yours truly
, but a true man who got the job done. Every documentary about the Vietnam era shows that same clip of Nixon getting out of a plane and flashing the peace sign with both hands, which is fine. But then immediately after this clip they always smash-cut to a montage of clips depicting various acts of ‘Nam-era derring-do by our courageous soldiers. In these clips they are either dropping load after load of bombs or fearlessly patrolling the fetid Southeast Asian jungle with their M-16’s (always with cigarettes dangling from their lips) or burning down “hootches” as “Charlie” flees in terror or on fire. They show clips of helicopters flying low, spitting death onto the enemy, the trees, the ground … well, onto just about anything and everything. Which is fine by me, but. …

Richard Milhous Nixon, patriot and president, didn’t get us
into
the Vietnam War—he just did his best to
win
it. Nixon inherited Vietnam from … the Democrats.

Tell me, my fine friends and readers, have you ever seen a documentary or clip that associates either John F. Kennedy or Lyndon B. Johnson with the admittedly gruesome shenanigans in Southeast Asia? No, you probably haven’t. Now ask yourself if that makes sense, knowing that both of those rogues had a lot more to do with it than Nixon. Wondering why that is? Let me tell you. It’s because the people who make all those video montages are the direct philosophical descendants of the curs that brainwashed the country into thinking JFK and LBJ were good presidents and decent men. It’s the same media men and women who ran the patriot Richard Nixon out of the highest office in the land, which he won in an overwhelming landslide—in a “mandate from the masses” unlike any seen before or since.

The media I am referring to is of the same lineage as the knucklehead reporters, writers, and journalists who provided the almost unspeakably pro-Obama coverage in this most recent, and most disastrous, “election” (“coronation by media” sadly being a much more accurate and descriptive phrase). This branch of the media hated Nixon. They hated him for his courage and his refusal to kiss their asses. They hated him for his work ethic, his moodiness, his love of true liberty, and his ability to get things done with grit, resolve, and determination. He was nothing like their shallow, pompous, glamorous, born-to-the-manor idol, John F. Kennedy. JFK had nothing on his own. The media co-manufactured his cheap, reflective pseudo-brilliance, and then they basked in it, like the reptiles they were and still are. And that is an important point—the members of the media
created
JFK so they could then associate with him. It was as good a way of picking up chicks on the left as ever there was. JFK and the media—a symbiotic, sex-crazed Frankenstein’s monster, let loose on a gullible, trusting, and complacent country, which it then proceeded to pillage, both politically and psychologically.

If that last paragraph went over your heads, let me put it in simpler terms. The media invented JFK, then sold him to the voters, much like a recent political lightweight who was given the greatest push in the history of the American political system—Barack Obama.

But I don’t want to veer too far off topic—this chapter is about an American hero. Nixon ran in ‘68 and started kicking some tail right off the bat, even as the media whined and cried about ‘Nam (
They’re shooting back! Run away!
). While the media expressed negative opinions about US involvement in Vietnam and the heroes who carried out the justified, dangerous missions, Nixon did his thing. The media didn’t like that, not one bit, so they turned up the heat. They came at him and the American people with a well-organized blitzkrieg of bullshit. They basically instructed the American voters to elect his opponent, Hubert Humphrey, but the American people didn’t buy it for one second. Nixon wiped the floor with him and became the leader of the free world.

So Nixon was put in the White House, where he belonged, and he got to
work
. He started droppin’ bombs and letting the Russians and the Chinese know that communism had to go in Southeast Asia. He wasn’t unreasonable. He was happy to sit, talk, and try to work it out. Not on
their
terms, but on
ours
. He was all over the place, in dark blue suits and a permanent five o’clock shadow. He was putting his finger in people’s chests and telling ‘em right where to go if they didn’t like it, always backed by fellow badass Spiro Agnew, his right-hand man.

During this whole time, Nixon was talkin’ zero trash, like a man; running a country in tough times, with a war going on and things to do. He was just doing his job, and then the next election rolled around. And guess what? The media, which hadn’t been able to sit down in the last four years thanks to the licking they took while bent over Nixon’s knee, decided to get some revenge. They doubled-down on the relentless, astonishingly biased reportage, basically demanding that the American voters elect Nixon’s opponent, a pacifist, milquetoast, stumblebum named George McGovern. And I mean the shrillest, most overwhelmingly one-sided “journalism” in political history (until this last election, that is).

And guess what happened, my fine friends? Nixon won even bigger than the first time. The voters repudiated the media and their attacks both on Nixon the politician and Nixon the man; they gave him an overwhelming vote of confidence. The American people told the media, and their hollow, opaque, pandering coward of a candidate, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

They understood Nixon and the complexities and demands of his mission, and they approved of what he stood for. How did they come to this decision? By
thinking
for
themselves
. They refused to be dictated to by a bunch of guys with microphones, news cameras, and notepads. The American voters
manned
(and
wo-manned
) up, and they sent Nixon right back to the hard work of winning a war and running a country, which was increasingly being undermined by the Left and its ideological shock troops, the media. The media, rife with individuals who had avoided the war by getting college deferments, had no interest in winning the war. Those war-avoiders had graduated from college with degrees in journalism and gone to work at newspapers and television stations across the country. Bitter and resentful, they bored their way into the supporting psychological structure of the country like a gang of shipworms, determined to destroy the timbers of the ss
United States
, even if that meant sinking the ship.

You see, those angry, defeated, invertebrates now held a grudge not only against Nixon, the leader of
their
country, but they also held an ever-growing grudge against the American people. They felt the American people had somehow wronged them by refusing to buy their line of bullshit in two straight landslide elections. The media could not collectively countenance the notion that the voters would reject the political hacks they, the media, had aligned themselves with philosophically. As the “unbiased journalists” schlepped back to their desks after the second landslide victory, a grudge burned and glowed in the hearts of each and every one of those cowards, and they waited for an opportunity to take their hateful, spiteful, cowardly vengeance.

Now Nixon ran with a bit of a rough crowd. He had a few guys around, the kind of guys you need every once in a while, particularly in the rough-’n’-ready world of the late ‘60s–early ‘70s politics. Knock-around guys, sure, but also guys with good hearts. Most of them had seen some action and done their share of work, clean and dirty. Personally, I wish I had a few of those guys around myself. They may have been able to give me some “advice” or “assistance” with some of my recent “challenges.” Sadly, though, that type of associate, loyal and willing to break a few eggs for you if you tell him you want an omelet, is gone, long gone.

Anyway, a few of those fellas who hung around Nixon got involved in a bit of high jinks—nothing too bad. Nothing every other president’s rapscallions hadn’t done some version of, including the gangsters who hung around the two presidents that preceded Nixon—JFK and LBJ. Regardless of the commonality of their high jinks, they got into a bit of a jam. Nixon found out, and like a
man
he tried to bail out his guys. He did less than a perfect job of it. (Google Watergate—I don’t have all day to give you people a history lesson.) The media, those flea-bitten, mangy, rabid dogs that had been skulking in the shadows, looking for a chance to strike, got wind of it. In the interest of the country, and the people, and the political system, they could have let it ride. But nooooo. …

With that white-hot hatred for the American voter still burning in their hearts, the media chose to destroy Nixon the president, the patriot, and the man. The media’s prime mission was to punish the American voter for having the temerity to
not
be dictated to by them. Yes, my friends, that’s the
real
reason the media grabbed ahold of Nixon at his one weak moment and refused to let go. In their hearts they had grown to hate America, and the American people, too much to just let it ride. They chose to sacrifice the American people’s belief in, and support of, the political system for that one moment of vicious, crude, cruel vengeance. They made a conscious choice to make a big deal out of a very minor incident, knowing full well the damage it would cause. And, sadly, they succeeded. The American voter and the American political landscape have never been, nor will ever be again, the same. For their own perverse, twisted satisfaction, the media ruined a great man and damaged a nation’s belief in its leaders for time immemorial.

And for what, I ask you? They sabotaged and hamstrung a military effort to battle communism by attacking the presidency, thereby forcing our courageous soldiers to fight a two-front war—the one against “Charlie” in the green hell of Vietnam, and the one against the greasy, cowardly, vile mongrels who spit on them on airplane runways when they came back to America. On their home turf, soldiers now had to deal with the brainwashed, slovenly, antiwar protesters. This behavior by protesters not only affected our heroes, it also affected our true enemy—“Charlie” in the jungles. It emboldened our enemy and allowed it to redouble its efforts to kill American soldiers. Eventually, it aided in our withdrawal from Vietnam, and we all know how things went after that. In the wake of America’s exit from that part of the world, Pol Pot, a Communist mass-murderer in neighboring Cambodia, killed more than two million of his own people. Both North and South Vietnam fell into chaos.

Flash-forward to now. Vietnam is in business with the United States. China, too. And Russia. And everybody. They could have all had it back
then
if they had just done it Nixon’s way and gone capitalist when we told ‘em to. So just remember, the blood of every American solider who died in Vietnam is partly on the hands of every antiwar journalist and every hippie protester, and so is the blood of the American political system and the blood of President Richard Nixon. And let’s not forgot that the corpse of the American people’s trust in government is buried in their backyard.