If I was growing up, or an adult in the 1960s and 1970s, I might consider if I had access to, going through that decade on one big alcohol and illegal narcotics high. The problem with that is I probably wouldn’t have survived it and lived to blog about those experiences today. Which might have only been a problem for myself. But the 1970s especially, was a very depressing decade. As I mentioned last week about 1979, without Hollywood, America would have been a country of Fins. A very depressed country all in search of a tall bridge to jump off hoping we wouldn’t hit water as we jumped off. The problem with that is that there would have been lines of millions of Americans, not waiting for gas, but to all jump off the same bridge. Even escaping reality has its limits to it like taking the trip to escape reality and what it does to your body.
I think making a film, or book, (how about both and devote your whole life to the project) about George McGovern’s 1972 presidential campaign, (speaking of marijuana highs) would have been entertaining and depressing enough. We didn’t need Dennis Kucinich, a former U.S. Representative and two-time presidential candidate who lost his House seat to another Democrat, because we had George McGovern. Whose 1972 presidential campaign made it appear that he wasn’t running for President of the United States. But Planet Utopia, where there’s no poverty, no discrimination, no hate and no anything else that good people tend to see as bad. And what also made Senator McGovern’s campaign strange, was that I don’t think the man even drank. Let alone smoked marijuana, or any other illegal narcotics. He was just out there, I mean out there as a sober man. Here’s a guy who lost a presidential election to a criminal. You can’t even beat a criminal in a presidential election, you’re pretty pathetic.
I think covering Jimmy Carter would have been interesting enough. Here’s a guy who was also a politician and yet he also seemed like a human being as well. Who didn’t try to convince people he was perfect, or cover up obvious mistakes and took actual responsibility for himself and people who worked for him. Speaking of Planet Utopia, imagine a country where politicians actually seemed like real people and not robots, or puppets. Where you have someone standing behind the politician telling them what to say when a reporter has the balls to ask the politician a real question that puts the politician on the spot. I’m not here blaming politicians, because they get elected and reelected and reelected and reelected, until they die, or people sober up and decide to vote them out, by voters who are us and everyday people. But Jimmy Carter, actually seemed like a real American, just a hell of a lot smarter.
Sometimes I wish I was born 20-25 years later and not born during the middle of one of the recession’s from the 1970s. Because then I would have gotten to grow up, or have been part of the civil rights movement and perhaps even the hippie movement. I think it would have been great to live during 1968, just to see if I could have survived that year. But then someone slaps me in the face and I wake up and think to myself, “what are you fucking crazy!” Coming up during that time period would have been hell I think. Sure! It would have been fun, especially if I didn’t get drafted to Vietnam and didn’t have a way to get to Canada. But a lot of that time period would have been so depressing for me. I mean, I got through 1979, 2001, 2009-10. I think that is enough trauma for one person who hasn’t turned 40 yet. (Knock on wood) But its a great time to write and blog about.