Although few of you will care, here is an extract from gregpalast.com, another "horrible liberal/socialist/communist/ delete as applicable" journalist who has seen the realities of what Reagan was involved in.
And I hope Nancy lives to be 120!
Reagan, fact and fantasy
Greg Palast says condemnation, not praise, is ex-President's due
Sunday June 13, 2004
The Observer
You shouldn't speak ill of the dead. But in this case, I have to. Ronald Reagan was a conman. A coward. A killer.
In 1987 I found myself stuck in a little town in Nicaragua named Chaguitillo. The people were kind, though hungry, except for one surly young man. His wife had just died of tuberculosis. People don't die of TB if they get antibiotics. But Reagan had put a embargo on medicine to Nicaragua because he didn't like the government the people had elected.
As Ronnie was cracking those famous jokes, the lungs of that mother of three were filling up and drowning her.
And when Hizbollah terrorists murdered hundreds of United States marines in their sleep in Lebanon, the TV warrior with the B-movie grin ran from the scene like a whipped dog ... then turned around and invaded Grenada. That little Club Med war was a murderous PR stunt so that Ronnie could hold parades for gunning down Cubans building an airport.
I remember Nancy, 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.
The New York Times 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.
And then, in the White House basement he condoned a coup d'état against an elected Congress. Reagan's Defence Secretary, Casper Weinberger, with the crazed colonel, Ollie North, plotted to give guns to the Monster of the Mideast, Ayatollah Khomeini.
Reagan's boys called Jimmy Carter a weenie and a wuss, although Carter wouldn't give an inch to the Ayatollah. Reagan, with that film-fantasy tough-guy con in front of the cameras, went to Khomeini to plead on bended knee for the release of our hostages.
Ollie North flew to Iran with a birthday cake for the maniac - no kidding - in the shape of a key. The key to Ronnie's heart.
Then the Reagan roaches added crime to cowardice: taking cash from the hostage-takers to buy guns for the 'Contras' - the drug runners of Nicaragua posing as freedom fighters.
In Chaguitillo, all night long, farmers stayed awake to guard their children from attack by 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'.
Nevertheless, the farmers and their families were Ronnie's targets. And I remember 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. From me, Ronald Reagan, goodbye and good riddance.
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