The President of the United States drunk.
Naked women running wildly down hotel halls, with the men who were running this country running after them.
A U.S. Senator pulling down his zipper and taking a leak against the side of a shiny limousine in front of one of the world's most famous hotels.
That was just some of what I saw when I was assigned to the 1952 Republican and Democratic National Conventions in Chicago.Three years had passed since my tangle with Edward Shumak,* three long years, fighting judges and politicians and learning the hard way--the hardest way--that it isn't the "public enemies" you've got to watch out for.
It's the "public servants."
But I really got the message at the '52 Conventions. From the lowest alternative delegate all the way up to the President of the United States, these sons of bitches acted like they had complete immunity against the law!
The Republicans weren't as bad as the Democrats. That's because they'd been out of power a long time, and were dead serious about nominating somebody who'd let them cut up the pie again. At the time I was on solo motorcycle and when the politicians came to town was assigned escort duty and patrol for some dignitaries. My commanding officer then was a good guy who kind of sympathized with how I kept coming back for more against the boys with influence. Actually, most of my commanding officers have been good people. Any gripe I ever had against the police was usually due to the fact that my superiors had been forced to do something by the politicians or judges or private kingmakers who run the show.____________________
*Shumak was a deranged thug who shot Muller in the head.