It is all beginning again. Ike is beaming and putting; Adlai dodging and quipping; Estes preparing to shake several million hands; and Dick, that Devil’s darling of the liberals, has turned tame, his gift for nastiness suppressed in preparation for a “high level” campaign.
It is a commonplace that American elections often tend to conceal and blur issues. Our cult of personality, the amorphous social and ideological composition of the parties, the burden of regional and state traditions, the built-in expectation that campaigns consist mainly of nonsense, and (more recently) the tendency to transform the more or less spontaneous bunkum of American politics into a carefully manipulated and pre-tested branch of adver...
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