Here's a leftover shot from last week, "All Through the Night" (1942): Dame Judith Anderson kissing her dog.
Aww...Even Dame Judith loves her doggy. I happen to admire Dame Judith, for her imperturbability.
She's got as much cool as George Sanders, if not more. But people do love their dogs. Thomas Jefferson used to take his dog to work.
Which brings us to today's bit. I try to stay away from political stuff, because of the expiration date (anyone want to hear this stuff about W?) But I was thinking about politics in popular culture, and contrasting today's atmosphere with the sort of lionization our founders received in Radio's Golden Age. What if they'd been faced with a successful Benedict Arnold? It might have gone something like this...
