The Problem of Reagan

[cbertsch]

Before our current leader, no one inspired more loathing in me than Ronald Reagan. But there seems to be something inhumane about regarding the impending demise of a sad, old man as a cause for something other than mourning. So I pose my loyal readers a question:

How should haters of Reagan-as-Governor and Reagan-as-President mark his passing, when it comes?

Comments

[masoo.livejournal.com]

By stomping on his figurative grave.

I've been through this one before, since Nixon is to Steven as Reagan is to Charlie. You don't have to shed a single tear for the fucker ... it would be inhumane to treat Reagan as anything other than a doddering prick who ruined the lives of many.

Reagan and Nixon

[cbertsch.livejournal.com]

He-he. . . I was hoping you'd say that.

I think it's interesting that you have more animus against Nixon, since Reagan was the not-yet-infirm asshole Governor during your formative years.

Re: Reagan and Nixon

[masoo.livejournal.com]

Charlie, you convinced me some time ago, when I was visiting you in Arizona, that Reagan's benign surface disguised a man who did more harm to our country than Nixon. Having said that, it's no contest for me ... until Bush Jr. came along, I never hated a president as much as I hated Nixon.

[arghnoname.livejournal.com]

When I read the little obit, I just saw shit to make fun of and point out as, "see, he's an evil asshole."

But I held back, trying to eek out the most positive thing I could, which is to say, "at least his having alzheimers might have kept Bush from banning stem-cell research." You know, Bush thinks he's a God and all, so there's always that.

Cool Website

[cbertsch.livejournal.com]

I checked out your "real" site/blog. Pretty cool. The name Ben Litton rings a bell too. Why?

[batdina.livejournal.com]

my better half thinks that I should write an editorial about him. I remember when he was diagnosed wishing him a long and healthy life ....

[elizabeg.livejournal.com]

I wish the devotees hadn't marked his passing with street closures and 5 or 6 police and news helicopters circling the chapel 5 blocks from my apartment for god knows how long.

There was this crazy moment in the afternoon when my roommate and I turned the TV on to figure out what the F was going on with all the helicopter's circling like airborn sharks. The coverage of this "news" went on and on. Here we see the corner of a casket, here we see a mob of loons trying to peek at the corner of a casket, here we see an old woman walking dressed like a flag. Craziest part was noisy helicoptered news footage of a helicopter circling a street corner I could have pointed at from the roof of my bedroom--trees in the way from my window but the noise still coming in. I felt quite interpolated, quite post-modern.

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