I understand with my current position at the Huffington Post, combined with my previous instances of wading into this election cycle, I will not be viewed as an impartial observer, no matter how much I swear that what I say is true. People will write me off as nothing but a partisan hack, a liar, a fame-seeker and worse, I'm sure. Fine, I get that. For all you non-believers, nice to see you, hope you're doing well, maybe we'll meet on better terms at some point in the future. For anyone who cares to listen, thank you, and please continue.
When I was a Junior at Vassar College, Bill Ayers came to campus as a visiting professor of Urban Education. I will readily admit to being excited to have the opportunity to speak to the man, for a few months earlier I had read Fugitive Days, Ayers' memoir detailing his time with the Weather Underground. Now I don't subscribe to the Weather Underground idealogy, but I don't portend to have some divine wisdom that allows me to say they were completely wrong in their actions. But my feelings about Ayers is really neither here nor there. The real reason why I was excited to have him around is simply because he was (and is) a living, breathing piece of history. I imagine if G. Gordon Liddy were invited to be a visiting professor during my tenure at Vassar, I would have felt the same way.