I was invited to go to the '68 Convention and protest/sing, but I refused to work on behalf of the Yippee group, and since they invited me I declined. The man I supported in that election year was Eugene McCarthy. Mary told me she liked the campaign song I wrote for her dad best of all. That alone made it worth writing.

Until McCarthy showed in the primary elections for the Democratic Party that a peace candidate had a chance, he was alone. Indeed, Kilroy was there. (One of McCarthy's poems is today included in high school poetry texts: "Kilroy was here.") The title of the poem has itself an interesting history, likely unknown to most Americans.

However, the boondoggles of the past have accumulated, and now the once best-hope country in this world is beginning to fall--if it hasn't already--into the hands of moneyed people, and what was once a proud and important Republic is fast turning into another tin-pot 'democracy' with little left but its weapons and bluster. I hope you Yanks know what you're doing. It sure doesn't look so to most of the world.