Offense or Defense

I came of voting age in 1967, a few days after I returned to the United States from my first tour as an Army helicopter pilot in Vietnam. I was raised by a hard and fast Democrat, and as many of my generation, rather than learning about the ramifications of my vote, I voted the way my dad did because Democrats were always right (correct), and Republicans were always wrong. Not much thinking was necessary. Oddly enough, my best friend growing up was raised Republican, and we did have shallow discussions about politics through high school until I went in the Army. Oh, for the good old days when friends could actually have reasonable political discussions, but I digress. Sir Winston Churchill spoke of me once. He didn’t know he spoke of me, but he did.