No doubt!
May his memory be eternal.
He will always be MY President.
I was driving home when I learned he had passed away.
I pulled over to the side of the road and cried.
Originally I supported George H.W. Bush because I did not think Reagan could win in the general election. I have never been more happy in my life to have been wrong.
The other day, when Mrs.Reagan was at a press conference with Obummer, I had an odd and unexpected reaction, I started crying. Not sobbing, but choked up, shed a few tears. I think it was the sight of seeing her all old and frail, being touched by a person who is the opposite of her departed husband. O was keeping her steady with her arm on his. This did not sit well with me.
I remember exactly what I was doing when I heard on the radio that Ronald Reagan was gone. That whole week of the state funeral was very moving. Finally, at the last televised event at the Reagan Library, when Mrs.Reagan would not leave the casket, that was it for me, I wept as if I had personally known them both. It still moves me to tears to remember their love for eachother.
Ronaldus Magnus, still my favorite president. My hero’s have always been cowboys. RIP Mr.President.
I still have the entire video of the funeral on DVD. For just the shipping cost plus cost of the DVD’s. I did this for lots of freepers when the funeral was on TV. I don’t want any profit. Over 10 DVD’s.
I did hundreds of these...
RIP.
My father’s brithday. How fitting. The two couldn’t have been more opposite in word and deed. One, a screaming liberal hypocrite who tried very hard to teach me all about the Democrats struggles for the poor working man, and another who made his way in the world by espousing and practicing, as best he could, conservative values.
I would say I wished to be RR’s own son, but we all know that doesn’t mean anything. Maybe I needed to witness liberal hypocracy first hand to see how deranged it truly is, so that I wouldn’t consider it for myself. After all, Reagan’s own namesake is such a waste of human skin. I’ll just say that the big man is missed. Having met him, in person, is one of the great memories of my life.
For my own father, I will wish him a happy brithday, and let him know that there’s still time to read a book and learn something.
God forgive me.
