Honestly. Didn’t know he was still alive. Or care.

Then he insisted on trying to resuscitate the 1968 Dem Convention. Lots of crap in the air back then too. Class act. Those days. Anybody ever tell you how the sixties smelled. Like human poop. S’truth.

Now I know why. Why I hated it. Not for the fly buzzing whine. But for the content.