Political discourse

In a time long, long ago — in the late 70s and early 80s — and in a land far, far away — Philadelphia — I was a radio journalist. This was so strange a time that AM radio counted. Stranger still, if you spun the dial (this was still possible), you didn’t hear much sex or shouting. You could, however, hear plenty of stupid. In a cheerfully rough city, that was politics. Strangest of all, it was remarkably civilized,…

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