And here I was thinking it was just me.
The ephemeral-yet-palpable strangeness of 1979 was well-documented in that year's cinematic offerings. Which is a bit curious, given that most of them would have been made in 1978. But 1978 was a pretty weird year too, just in a slightly different way.
Today marks the one-year anniversary of what I like to call "the Patsy Prom," which some drama queens call the "Capitol Hill Insurrection." What it actually was was a bunch of dimwitted dupes dancing like trained monkeys for the media, on the short leashes of the Feds and their CI's, agents and assets.
In other words, behaving exactly the way their enemies wanted them to.