by Vassil Genchev
I recently started a discussion, with a former colleague of mine from my undergraduate years, in Facebook – that wonderful utility of proximity, narcissism and voyeurism – things we all adore, anyway. The conversation was sparked over my marked support for Presidential Candidate Mike Gravel – a largely neglected maverick Democrat candidate, former Senator from Alaska and one of the few men who released the Pentagon Papers on Senate record shortly before the Watergate scandal was fully blown. My Canadian-Maltese friend from undergrad thus found it curious that I, someone who attended ‘one of the most exclusive high school in Sofia’ (the classification is made by a Bulgarian lady friend of his, the information ‘ACS 02 Graduate’ is supplied on my Facebook profile), would pay allegiance to Senator Gravel. My explanation was that I cannot help but have sympathy for a man who a) risked his career and perhaps even his life (remember the ‘Nixon plumbers’) to release classified material on the Vietnam war, b) sets off on campaign trail with $500 in his war chest, and c) somewhat uncommonly for a Columbia graduate, spent some time working as a cab driver in New York.
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