Thirty years ago, tonight, the American public shocked the pollsters, the political pundits, and the Eastern media mouths, by a landslide election of a b-grade movie actor considered an amiable lightweight. By the time of that actor's death, his legend had reached near Churchillian proportion.
The main lesson repeated that night was the public periodically refuses to live down to political opinion that they are stupid. They throw the rascals out. They've done this about once per decade, but have now done it every two years three times in a row. Want to bet on four?
