Are we clear of the reality-challenged posthumous love fest for Reagan yet? Maybe not, but here are a few bits I just can’t hold back anymore:
Does anyone remember what Reagan did about the AIDS crisis? The mountains he moved to help make people aware of the dangers this new and deadly virus posed? That’s because he didn’t do jack.
What about his opposition to Apartheid and support of the black folks in South African in their struggle for equal rights? That’s because he vetoed sanctions.
And his tough hand on regimes that would do us harm? You mean like when he personally armed the Mujehadin in Afghanistan? True. Noble indeed. Perhaps we should rename it Reaganistan in his honor.
The ugly list goes on and on, but likely the most ironic episode in Reagan history started when he presided over one of the nastiest bits of union busting ever in the firing over 11,0000 striking air traffic controllers. (And the problems those controllers complained about haven’t gone away.) Ironic, then, that nearly 20 years later they named National Airport after the man. Now there’s a nice little reminder of who’s boss, and it ain’t the little guy.
So, why the huge outpouring at jellybean’s demise? Maybe it’s just that our current leaders leave even more to be desired. Heck, even Gipper Jr. thinks we could do better.
For more, see Democracy Now, gregplast.com, and the Reagan drinking game.
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