"We were robbed of a great president."
Now we have literally seen it all. Sen. Marco Rubio of Florida takes a few sips of water in delivering the Republican response to the State of the Union address, and it becomes the coldest "splash" the media have allegedly seen in years, but the U.S. Chamber of Commerce -- with gasoline as high as we've seen it -- advocates increasing the gas tax, spilling an entire gallon of potentially politically flammable liquid with virtually no media interest.
We are here tonight to celebrate the centennial of a statesman, a profile in courage and an extraordinary man we are all proud to have served: the 37th president of the United States, Richard Milhous Nixon.
Forty years ago, an incumbent president was cruising comfortably toward a massive November mandate and a second term. He did this while what was later referred to as a “cancer” was already eating away at his presidency—and eventual legacy.
It was, they said, the crime of the century. An attempted coup d'etat by Richard Nixon, stopped by two intrepid young reporters from The Washington Post and their dashing and heroic editor.
The cynics and pragmatists fail to understand the real truth behind Chuck Colson’s second chance: Chuck Colson was a man who sinned and then fell in love with a Person—and everything was changed.
Who should we tar and feather for the scandalous spending spree at that General Services Administration “conference” in Nevada two years ago? Whose fault is it that a bunch of GSA bureaucrats wasted money on $44 breakfasts, a clown and a $75,000 bicycle-building exercise? Not the GSA’s bosses. Not the Obama administration. I pin the blame on Watergate and Congress.
As the 40th anniversary of Watergate impends, we are to be bathed again in the great myth and morality play about the finest hour in all of American journalism.