WHAT’S UP? WILL UP IS!

Up signRemember the dictum “Never trust anyone over thirty?” I hated that, since I was in my thirties during the big Sixties hoo-haw. By that time I had worked full time in campaigns and during the seventies was even getting paid to do what I had done as a volunteer. So I thought I knew something about politics. That was about the time I realized all those who came of age in the sixties really didn’t listen to anyone except their own echo chamber.

I watched my beloved Democratic Party implode, hoist by its own rigid refusal to admit any mistakes or change an attitude. In 1980 many of the moderates I knew were swept out of office, some of them were even Republicans. That’s when I gave up politics for business. In the eighties I endured twelve years of Reagan/Bush41, breathed a little easier with eight years of Clinton in the nineties and then watched Bush43 break all the toys in the room. Need I point out that Bush43 came of age in the sixties? Talk about not listening!

If those younger than I had written me off, I did the same to them, until one Saturday morning I turned on the TV. The channel was still on MSNBC from the night before. (I’ve begun to watch it, since PBS has gone all cheapo specials.) Anyway, there was this kid in glasses, with an entire panel of people, who looked very professional and about the age of my grandchildren. I was stunned. They didn’t yell. They listened to each other and didn’t interrupt. Who taught these people good manners? I thought the practice of good manners was as dead as Munro Leaf and Emily Post.

Now I’m an UP with Chris Hayes addict. These guys are great and they don’t all agree with each other. They act like we did “back when,” passionate but considerate and interested in learning something that just might not have caught before.

Hallelujah. Salvation has arrived. The Cavalry is here.  If I die tomorrow, I know we aren’t completely done in. God Bless America!