In 1964, the choices were between Johnson and Nixon. Nixon openly supported our fighting the war in Vietnam. Johnson stated, “I do not see sending American boys to fight in a war that Asian boys should be fighting.” Johnson won by a landslide.
But, Johnson had also hugely multiplied the size of the military draft, and of course, sent thousands of American boys to fight that war “that Asian boys should be fighting.” Ask anyone past the age of 60 about “The Big Lie of 1964.” That, and my maltreatment in the mid-1970s for being a veteran, killed my support for the Democratic party.
When, I was dating, I preferred to first find out, if we were compatible, then take it from there. By the way, I have been married twice, instead of never or instead of numerous multiple times.
I tried it only once, when I was a child. Do you know, how hard it is, to remove ticks?
In 1975, I quit my job in a U.S. government-run research lab, because we had a departmental director who felt that all non-doctoral employees should be so “utterly grateful” for their “wonderful lifetime job security,” that they should joyfully crawl under his desk to orally gratify him, while he thumbed through his porn collection. You had to do that, because, if you were qualified for a better position, he would indefinitely delay approval.
I am a centrist. I am not hiding. I dropped my party membership years ago. I did so, because, while both parties glibly say, “We, the people,” both parties are actually wee-weeing all over the people.
As a child, I found out that I was allergic to a lot of artificial chemicals being added to factory-prepared foods. Among those were artificial derivatives such corn syrup, sweeteners like fructose, various vegetable cooking oils (corn oil, among them) and other artificial additives.
When I grocery shop, I generally avoid canned foods and prepared frozen and non-frozen foods. If, I see something that might be interesting, I always read the ingredient labels fully. I do have a science degree, which includes chemistry, so that I understand fully what the ingredients actually are.
I never eat at fast-food places and seldom go to restaurants, and of course, I do my own cooking that I have studied and learned how to do so. I am frankly quite healthy for a 72-year-old, and I limit my visits to doctors, because they keep trying to push drugs on me.
I am not surprised. I know quite a few pet owners, who would much rather be with their pets than be with people. I am not criticizing, because I have met quite a few people who are far harder to get along with than animals.
I have lived long enough to know that there have been mindless, destructive fads in every decade. The smart phones are just the latest. There is no way of knowing, what will come in the 2020s. My secret of survival, by the way, is not to do what everyone else is doing.
For, nearly two years of my four years of service, I was stationed at NMRI (Naval Medical Research Institute) as a laboratory technician. I got considerable experience, operating electronic analytical equipment. When, I was preparing for discharge, I actually did employment-seeking at NIH, located near NMRI. I did successfully find a researcher at the National Cancer Institute, who actually wanted me to operate the analytical equipment in his lab.Now, the great big HOWEVER! The departmental director at NCI did not want me operating that analytical equipment, even though I was fully qualified to do so. He declared that the analytical equipment was to be operated by"doctors, ONLY." I was relegated to bottling, pouring and storing of blood and urine samples. I also got numerous lectures on how I was being “over-paid” for the work I was doing. The program, I was working in, was called the “Biological Markers Program” (BMP). Roughly four months after I got mad and quit (I had attempted numerous times to transfer to other labs, but it always had to go through the departmental director), Senator Hatch was conducting an Investigation of the “Biological Markers Program.” If, I had stayed for that “wonderful lifetime federal job security,” I would have been the expendable “fall guy,” the way Lt Calley ended up taking the fall for the My Lai massacre.