You had me until: "Nixon, the criminal, sure looks saintly now." I adjusted for hyperbole, but still. Maybe it's only because my generation's closest ties to N

You had me until: "Nixon, the criminal, sure looks saintly now." I adjusted for hyperbole, but still. Maybe it's only because my generation's closest ties to Nixon are via Hunter S. Thompson's popular invectives, but I don't know of anybody who thinks that Dicky M. deserves any more veneration than a kidney stone. But then, I suppose I never have had a very keen eye, when it comes to finding the inner beauty of politicians...