The curse of memory

I was listening to Sen. Clinton's speech Tuesday night, with its "we can still claim victory" theme, and suddenly the Wayback Machine kicked in. Oops, a vortex.

It was August of 1974, just days before the mawkish* final wave from Air Force One as that other lying, conniving, money-grubbing bastard, that other practitioner of the Southern Strategy, headed off to San Clemente, and the Guardian of Manchester proved again the wisdom of seeing ourselves through others' eyes.

Their classic Page One headline:

Nixon is dead — but
he won't lie down

* Mawkish originally meant "maggoty" (from Middle English mawke, maggot), hence squeamish, nauseating, hence tending to render squeamish or make nauseated, especially because of excessive sentimentality.