Commie Pinko Fag
Commy Pinko Fag
This is how describe my political leanings on facebook: “commypinkofag”. Accurate, and I am not going to change it for the sake of not hurting anyone’s feelings.
Commy (commie):
I left Wabash College after my sophomore year in a state of total confusion. Didn’t know who I was ( hadn’t yet realised my own homosexuality), was totally unsure of my future (I had entered college as pre-theo, that is, pre-theological seminary), and under attack (there were rumors about me being a ‘faggot’ flying about the campus, most of which I was unaware of until the Dean took me aside and asked me, “is it true”? )
I took a year off from college (I planned it to be only a year), and started working in a nearby publishing company’s art department. But I knew I didn’t want to do that for the rest of my life: I wanted to finish college.
Then I heard about a program of the US Navy appealed to me: NAVCAD, or Naval Cadet, which took guys with two years of college, trained them to be Navy pilots (as officers), and would also pay for them to complete college. Sounded like a good deal to me. Note: this is 20 years before “The Right Stuff” came out.
I applied; passed all the test with flying colors; then waited to hear of my acceptance into the program.
I waited and waited and waited. Several months later, I got a visit from the FBI.
FBI wanted to know: Why did you subscribe to “The Weekly People”? Why did you have a subscription to “The Nation”?
Hey, when I was a senior in high school, I wanted to learn about a lot of thing, among them politics and society. So I found ads in the back of Saturday Review of Literature, to which my parents subscribed, that i thought would be interesting.
We’re talking about a 16-year-old boy, here.
The two FBI agents wanted to know how long I had been suscribed to these publications, what my political affiliations were (I was still 19, at that time unable to vote), who recommended these publications to me, and did I have anyfurther connection t them?
What they did not ask me about was my subscription to the newsletter of the John Birch Society. And to the National Review.