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John Spencer was one of us. He played our fears, and our fears, and our ... moments of sobriety.
In our sobriety is how John should be remembered. As Leo he went with Toby, read the primaries correctly, and delivered us into the promised land, not once, not twice, but three, perhaps four times. He is, for all his fears, our FDR. His disability does not requre a chair.
We can imagine him, we have imagined him, gathering the day's wires and reacting, and acting, the minimum, on two fronts, for humanity. He was both our too-hot tea pot, doing something, and our Aude the Deep Minded, doing nothing, yet. He was our executor of Plan Orange, of parry, parry, parry ... and if unavoidable, beat down or aside and thrust home.
John must have enjoyed the character of Leo, the cast of The West Wing, and the knowledge that he was talking to us, 30+ weeks per year, the millions of us, every year until the '06 cycle, and in syndication, and on DVD, for as long as we need to remember the Republic before ... the present.
Billions of Canadians and Mexicans and Central and South Americans and Europeans and Asians will look for John Spenser for decades to come. If we, and they, are lucky, they, and we, will find him.