Ya know, if someone wants to hand-feed a crocodile, I don't have any sympathy for them when they pull back a bloody stump.
True.
I remember as a kid, watching the progression of Lyndon Johnson from a strong, vibrant, vigorous being declining into utter misery and wretchedness and premature old age, in newspaper photographs and on the covers of weekly newsmagazines.
It seemed so sad; the more this guy was giving his constituencies, the more they loathed and despised him, the ungrateful asses.
No matter how much he gave them, they were never going to like him.
I think part of my partial respect--it's certainly nowhere near as much as that I have for Nixon, Ford, Reagan, Bush, and the second Bush--for Lyndon Johnson is that here was a man who paid for his sins (of which there were many) in this life. He paid and paid and paid. In this life.
As compared with, for example, Vast Teddy, who wasn't bothered a whit, paid no "penalties," suffered nothing, for his profligacies in this time and place.