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And a damn fine guy. He was one of the old-school liberals that believed, I mean really believed in the dangers of communism, and basically dreamed up and carried out our covert war against the SU in Afghanistan. Yes, we fucked yup the aftermath (an American tradition), but the motives were good, at least for Charlie -- for him it wasn't about geopolitics so much as protecting the innocent victims of Soviet aggression.
Fascinating book, if y'all get the chance, funny, at times poignant, and almost totally unbelievable.
The guy's still beloved in East Texas, btw, where he orginally won his seat in the House on a "hunting dogs don't have to be on leashes" platform in the mid 60s. Took the allocation for a staff and office back home and bought an RV, which he drove around and met with constituents in parking lots all over his district. Also took a lot of bribes, slept with a lot of women, took a lot of cocaine, and actually managed to accomplish something while doing it. I'm not saying he was an American hero, but he was one hell of an American character.
(the title, vtw, is a paraphrase from some review of the book I read, maybe in Rolling Stone)
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