The last thing the world needs is another blog.  I’m already overwhelmed by the amount of information I process every day.  And yet, here I am, adding to the clutter with another blog — Who Stole My Country?

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I grew up during the Great Depression and World War II. Franklin Roosevelt was president and people in government were our friends; they protected ordinary folks from the rich and powerful and shepherded us through World War II. We came out of the war expecting more of the same.  We invested in education, rebuilding our transportation system, reforming our criminal justice system, providing aid and support for Western Europe’s battered democracies, encouraging an end to colonialism and joining other countries to create the United Nations.

The idealism of the post war generation was passed on to their children, who in the Sixties fought to end racial segregation and dismantle the military/Industrial complex” that Republican president Dwight Eisenhower warned us against.  It was a time of great hope.

Today that hope is gone, trust in government is at an all-time low.

My narrative is a personal recollection of how we got from there to here. I was given an incomparable vantage point from which to view these wrenching times.  As a journalist with the left wing radio network, Pacifica, during the sixties, a hippie drop out and manual laborer in the Seventies, and a documentary producer covering stories around the world during the Eighties, Nineties, and into the corporate 21st Century, where liberals are on the run.