First off, because living with the agony of Alzheimers has to be awful for both him and his loved ones - though a bitter irony considering his most rabid supporters from the 1980s also were the most insane opponents to the stem-cell research which if not impeded could possibly have allowed RR more real life time.
But more important are the many examples listed below in an excellent column from Greg Palast. In case anyone thinks to ask, no, I don't disagree with a single perception he shares below.
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KILLER, COWARD, CONMAN -
GOOD RIDDANCE, RONNIE REAGAN
MORE PROOF ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG
Sunday, June 6, 2004
by Greg Palast
You're not going to like this. You shouldn't
speak ill of the dead. But in this case, someone's got to.
Ronald Reagan was a conman. Reagan was a coward.
Reagan was a killer.
In 1987, I found myself stuck in a crappy little
town in Nicaragua named Chaguitillo. The people were kind enough, though hungry, except for one surly young man. His wife had just died of tuberculosis.
People don't die of TB if they get some
antibiotics. But Ronald Reagan, big hearted guy that he was, had put a lock-down embargo on medicine to Nicaragua because he didn't like the government that the people there had
elected.
Ronnie grinned and cracked jokes while the young
woman's lungs filled up and she stopped
breathing. Reagan flashed that B-movie grin while they buried the mother of three.
And when Hezbollah terrorists struck and murdered hundreds of American marines in their sleep in Lebanon, the TV warrior ran away like a whipped dog ...then turned around and invaded Grenada. That little Club Med war was a murderous PR stunt so Ronnie could hold
parades for gunning down Cubans building an
airport.
I remember Nancy, a skull and crossbones prancing around in designer dresses, some of the "gifts" that flowed to the Reagans -- from hats to million-dollar homes
-- from cronies well compensated with government
loot.
It used to be called bribery.
And all the while, Grandpa grinned, the
grandfather who bleated on about "family values" but didn't bother to see his own grandchildren.
The New York Times today, in its canned obit,
wrote that Reagan projected, "faith in small town America" and "old-time values." "Values" my ass. It was union busting and a declaration of war on the poor and anyone who couldn't buy designer dresses. It was the New Meanness, bringing starvation back to America so that every millionaire could get another million.
"Small town" values? From the movie star of the
Pacific Palisades, the Malibu mogul? I want to
throw up.
And all the while, in the White House basement,
as his brain boiled away, his last conscious act was to condone a coup d'etat against our elected Congress.
Reagan's Defense Secretary Casper the Ghost
Weinberger with the crazed Colonel, Ollie North, plotted to give guns to the Monster of the Mideast, Ayatolla Khomeini.
Reagan's boys called Jimmy Carter a weanie and a
wuss although Carter wouldn't give an inch to the Ayatolla.
Reagan, with that film-fantasy tough-guy con in
front of cameras, went begging like a coward cockroach to Khomeini pleading on bended knee for the release of our hostages.
Ollie North flew into Iran with a birthday cake
for the maniac mullah -- no kidding --in the shape of a key. The key to Ronnie's heart.
Then the Reagan roaches mixed their cowardice
with crime: taking cash from the hostage-takers to buy guns for the "contras" - the drug-runners of Nicaragua posing as freedom fighters.
I remember as a student in Berkeley the words
screeching out of the bullhorn, "The Governor of
the State of California, Ronald Reagan, hereby orders this demonstration to disburse" ... and then came the teargas and the truncheons. And all the while, that fang-hiding grin from the Gipper.
In Chaguitillo, all night long, the farmers
stayed awake to guard their kids from attack from Reagan's Contra terrorists. The farmers weren't even Sandinistas, those 'Commies' that our cracked-brained President told
us were 'only a 48-hour drive from Texas.' What
the hell would they want with Texas, anyway?
Nevertheless, the farmers, and their families,
were Ronnie's targets.
In the deserted darkness of Chaguitillo, a TV
blared. Weirdly, it was that third-rate gangster movie, "Brother Rat." Starring Ronald Reagan.
Well, my friends, you can rest easier tonight:
the Rat is dead.
Killer, coward, conman. Ronald Reagan, good-bye
and good riddance.
Greg Palast is author of the New York Times
bestseller, The Best Democracy Money Can Buy.
www.GregPalast.com
But more important are the many examples listed below in an excellent column from Greg Palast. In case anyone thinks to ask, no, I don't disagree with a single perception he shares below.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
KILLER, COWARD, CONMAN -
GOOD RIDDANCE, RONNIE REAGAN
MORE PROOF ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG
Sunday, June 6, 2004
by Greg Palast
You're not going to like this. You shouldn't
speak ill of the dead. But in this case, someone's got to.
Ronald Reagan was a conman. Reagan was a coward.
Reagan was a killer.
In 1987, I found myself stuck in a crappy little
town in Nicaragua named Chaguitillo. The people were kind enough, though hungry, except for one surly young man. His wife had just died of tuberculosis.
People don't die of TB if they get some
antibiotics. But Ronald Reagan, big hearted guy that he was, had put a lock-down embargo on medicine to Nicaragua because he didn't like the government that the people there had
elected.
Ronnie grinned and cracked jokes while the young
woman's lungs filled up and she stopped
breathing. Reagan flashed that B-movie grin while they buried the mother of three.
And when Hezbollah terrorists struck and murdered hundreds of American marines in their sleep in Lebanon, the TV warrior ran away like a whipped dog ...then turned around and invaded Grenada. That little Club Med war was a murderous PR stunt so Ronnie could hold
parades for gunning down Cubans building an
airport.
I remember Nancy, a skull and crossbones prancing around in designer dresses, some of the "gifts" that flowed to the Reagans -- from hats to million-dollar homes
-- from cronies well compensated with government
loot.
It used to be called bribery.
And all the while, Grandpa grinned, the
grandfather who bleated on about "family values" but didn't bother to see his own grandchildren.
The New York Times today, in its canned obit,
wrote that Reagan projected, "faith in small town America" and "old-time values." "Values" my ass. It was union busting and a declaration of war on the poor and anyone who couldn't buy designer dresses. It was the New Meanness, bringing starvation back to America so that every millionaire could get another million.
"Small town" values? From the movie star of the
Pacific Palisades, the Malibu mogul? I want to
throw up.
And all the while, in the White House basement,
as his brain boiled away, his last conscious act was to condone a coup d'etat against our elected Congress.
Reagan's Defense Secretary Casper the Ghost
Weinberger with the crazed Colonel, Ollie North, plotted to give guns to the Monster of the Mideast, Ayatolla Khomeini.
Reagan's boys called Jimmy Carter a weanie and a
wuss although Carter wouldn't give an inch to the Ayatolla.
Reagan, with that film-fantasy tough-guy con in
front of cameras, went begging like a coward cockroach to Khomeini pleading on bended knee for the release of our hostages.
Ollie North flew into Iran with a birthday cake
for the maniac mullah -- no kidding --in the shape of a key. The key to Ronnie's heart.
Then the Reagan roaches mixed their cowardice
with crime: taking cash from the hostage-takers to buy guns for the "contras" - the drug-runners of Nicaragua posing as freedom fighters.
I remember as a student in Berkeley the words
screeching out of the bullhorn, "The Governor of
the State of California, Ronald Reagan, hereby orders this demonstration to disburse" ... and then came the teargas and the truncheons. And all the while, that fang-hiding grin from the Gipper.
In Chaguitillo, all night long, the farmers
stayed awake to guard their kids from attack from Reagan's Contra terrorists. The farmers weren't even Sandinistas, those 'Commies' that our cracked-brained President told
us were 'only a 48-hour drive from Texas.' What
the hell would they want with Texas, anyway?
Nevertheless, the farmers, and their families,
were Ronnie's targets.
In the deserted darkness of Chaguitillo, a TV
blared. Weirdly, it was that third-rate gangster movie, "Brother Rat." Starring Ronald Reagan.
Well, my friends, you can rest easier tonight:
the Rat is dead.
Killer, coward, conman. Ronald Reagan, good-bye
and good riddance.
Greg Palast is author of the New York Times
bestseller, The Best Democracy Money Can Buy.
www.GregPalast.com