Sorry, but the genie is out of the bottle, probably forever:
Citing "simple decency," Texas Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison demanded Friday that journalists quit poking around for details on Supreme Court nominee John Roberts' adopted children.
I was born in 1959. If the actuarial tables can be trusted and I avoid any serious accidents or illnesses, I'll probably live for another 30 years, or until 2035. It is profoundly unsettling, in good and bad ways, to contemplate just how much the world has and will change in our own lifetimes. For so many, many reasons, if you could give the people of the United States in 1959 a glimpse of the United States as it will exist in 2035, I believe they would be amazed and shocked at the technological advances, but deeply fearful of the behemoth that the government had become and utterly dismayed about the almost total loss of public civility. Alas, nostalgia is pointless.