When I was growing up in the shadow of New York City, we were too busy learning The Hustle in music class to worry about some Klansmen in Cajun Country. We were indoctrinated into something a little more positive than race hatred. Like this:

But, hey, anyone who is familiar with the joy of the music scene of New York in the late 1970’s would never have doubted that we’d prevail over the Soviets. Even our dispossessed couldn’t stop dancing and having a good time. Forget about nuclear submarines and Ronnie’s arms build-up. Funk and disco were rebuttals that the Russians had absolutely no answer to.

Vietnam Syndrome? Gasoline lines? Sky-high interest rates? Hostage crisis? Presidential malaise?


A culture like that isn’t in decline.

We needed Reagan like a hole in the head.

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