The election of 1984 should have been hotly contested, a real down-to-the-wire face-off between two evenly matched opponents duking it out over the top issues of the day.
It wasn’t.
It was ugly.
It was messy.
It was destined to scar the fragile psyche of the loser, who was so thoroughly trounced, he might never re-enter the world of politics.
Simply put, it was the greatest landslide victory (or the most lopsided defeat, depending on your vantage point) ever seen in American politics, the effects of which are still being felt to this day.
I, for one, have yet to fully recover.
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So ... there I was 