Okay Watergate Geeks…


Watergate was before my time. I guess I’ve been a little envious of those that were there. What it must have been like to follow the story as it unfolded. To watch Nixon a perennial political figure – fall. Then not know the true identity of Deep Throat. I have been anxiously awaiting the day when Woodward and Burnstein announced that the man they called Deep Throat was now dead and they could reveal his identity.

Mark Felt coming out and admitting that he was Deep Throat is like the discovery of the Rosseta Stone. After all these years of theories and conjectures – we now KNOW.

We know. Those of us that have read the book, seen the movie, watched the documentaries and frequented the web sites. We now KNOW an answer to a vexing question. A great juicy mystery in the history of our country.


“I’m looking forward to reading about it…” Bush said.

Sure, understandable – IT’S ONLY BEEN 30 YEARS!!!

*ripping hair out*

Anyway, divorce yourself from the snickering every time you read the phrase ‘Deep Throat’ and ‘No. 2 Man’. We have just witnessed one of the greatest – if not THE greatest conclusion to an unsolved mystery EVER.

Get a whiff of the archives, my friends. It’s a good day to be alive and be a history geek!

4 Comments Okay Watergate Geeks…

  1. indeterminacy

    I was there, but I was only 11 years old. In 5th grade (1972) we had a mock election. I was Nixon and my best friend was Agnew. I liked Nixon and never understood what all the Watergate fuss was about, not because I liked him, but because I was wholly detached from news. I don’t even think I knew the Vietnam War was going on until all the headlines about it being over. Confused by the whole matter I called a radio talk show and asked who won. The DJ explained it patiently, but some of the subsequent callers were upset.

  2. surrogate

    Well… I was there…so to speak. (meaning only that I was glued to the T.V. for as many of the hearings as I could watch; knew the names of the players; read everything I could get my hands on about the whole deal; and at the end, waved back sarcastically to the T.V. when Nixon did the V’s on the stairway thing to say goodbye.)

    And what I remember thinking at the time; and I remember it as clearly as I remember the other thought in my head that day – which was that I was hoping to get laid that night; that never again would there be a scum-ball in the Whitehouse who would place his own love of power above the good of the country.

    Nope. Never again would the slimy operatives from the Republican party try to get away with sneaky back-room deals to keep a Democrat out of the Whitehouse.

    Never again would we be so blatantly lied to by a President whose agenda didn’t come close to matching his centrist rhetoric.

    Never again would we have a Vice-President who was even more slippery and dishonest than the president.

    Finally. FINALLY, we’d have a government that operated above board, in the sunlight, and on behalf of the citizens of this country – and even to the benefit of the rest of the world.

    We’d be proud, not only of being American for its own sake, but of the way America would forever-more be able to justify-ably hold its head high in the community of nations because of how we did things.

    I was SO SURE!

    …Hey. Give me a break.

    I was seventeen.

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