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:: Monday, August 02, 2004 ::
Kerry on Drugs
"After about three weeks on the bus with Kerry, I was in a state of almost complete mental paralysis. It was almost like a state of amnesia, or the annihilating early onset of schizophrenic illness, brought on by some deeply traumatic experience--like watching your father butcher your mother to death, or catching your wife screaming with pleasure in bed with Hitler.
To this day I can't describe what brought it on, although I'm sure it had something to do with the campaign. I only remember that I was at Kerry's Super Tuesday speech in body only. On the outside I was just trying to get through the motions, while inside I struggled to put the pieces back together. As Kerry began his speech, I stared at the podium with blank eyes. And just then, someone behind me to my left tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned around. A short, bald man with maniacal eyes extended his hand, breathing loudly through his mouth.
"Isn't this great?" he said.
"I guess," I said.
"Bob Weiner," he said.
I shook his hand. "Matt Taibbi," I replied.
He smiled proudly. "I'm with the Office of National Drug Control Policy," he said. "Well, I used to be, anyway. Used to be the Communications Director. I worked with Barry McCaffrey!"
"Oh," I said, recoiling a little. "No shit."
"Yeah, no shit!" he said. "What do you do, Matt?"
"I'm working for Rolling Stone."
The Dems have, surprisingly, signed off on Kerry's hawkish war position but have they looked into his position on the War on Drugs? I doubt it.
Via Shot in The Dark [>]
:: Max 9:53 PM [+] ::
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