Of the dead, speak only good. OK. “He’s dead. Good.”

Back in the day—and I mean, like, the 1980s—when I heard people complaining about the US two-party duopoly, I’d observe that while it shrank the range of policy options considerably, it at least locked loonies like LaRouche out of the action (he recognized this enough that he and his organization ran for a while as “Democrats”). I grant that with the election in 1980 it was apparent that this useful function had begun to falter, but even in this Age of Trump I think that we can all be grateful that Lyndon LaRouche was kept well away from the levers of power. He was an evil man whose acolytes were variously evil, deluded or both. Of the figures on the fringes of American politics over the past half century, he was one of the most toxic. An EPA Superfund permit should be required before they bury the motherfucker. I rejoice at his demise.

cordially,