Wednesday, December 8, 2010
It was 30 years ago today
... John Lennon was murdered by a crazed assassin. It was tragic, sad, and a loss. An important human being taken in the prime of his life when he was finally getting things put back together. That's pretty much it. I don't subscribe to the hero worship of the post-Boomer left. My passions and energies and thoughts about such things were poured out yesterday on that other anniversary. I realize this is the 30th anniversary, and those 10s mean things. And for those who are into the Second America, molded in the ideals of the post-war left, because they tend to dominate the media, culture, and education systems of our country, will have plenty of time and resources to reflect, mourn, salute, celebrate, and remember the likes of Lennon, or Kennedy, or King. That's fine. But again, I'll stick with remembering the death of a young man as tragic, but also lament the passing of those whose contributions, while not as famous, were no less important.