I need to borrow from Whitman in order to talk about Lyndon Johnson. He contained multitudes.
This is a part of the draw, a part of the attraction to him.
There are so many stories of Johnson’s crudeness, the id taken over. There are stories that I would find disgusting if they were about anyone else. But from Lyndon, there is something endearing about it. Who hasn’t once been swept up by ambition? Who doesn’t have those horrible, base thoughts that beg and tempt? Lyndon knows. He understands.
Lyndon can make you feel more human.
If you let him.