An American Danse Macabre

I wrote an article for my friend Terry Glavin's substack yesterday.

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Carlson went deeper into Lalaland last month on a January 19 segment, claiming that the CIA was behind the removal of President Richard Nixon, and that intelligence agencies also took down Nixon’s vice-president, Spiro Agnew. It was all a plot to put Gerald Ford in the Presidency, Carlson claimed, the same Gerald Ford who served on the Warren Commission which “absolved the CIA of responsibility” for President Kennedy’s murder.

Carlson’s conspiracy theory even takes in Washington Post reporter Bob Woodward, whose effort with colleague Carl Bernstein on the Watergate break-in story is widely credited with being the main work of journalism that led to Nixon’s resignation. Carlson pegs Woodward as a deep-state operative brought into the Post to carry out Nixon’s take-down.

So, there you have it.

The JFK conspiracy theory began with left-wingers who could never accept that a dashing young liberal president could have been assassinated by a leafleteer who set up his own Fair Play for Cuba Committee in the Deep South. In New York, the committee’s members included the philosopher Jean Paul Sartre, the novelists Norman Mailer and Truman Capote, and the peacenik poets Alan Ginsberg and Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

Now there are right-wingers who could never accept that Donald Trump lost the 2020 presidential election fair and square, so they’ve convinced themselves that the “deep state” must have been up to the devil’s work back in 1963, too. And they’ve made bedfellows of themselves with leftists who can’t accept that Ukrainians are engaged in a righteous defensive war against the invaders of Vladimir Putin’s genocidal war machine.

And so here we are.

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