Posted on 05/25/2011 5:46:45 AM PDT by Kaslin
2:27 pm
For some reason I have always thought it was just after noon
I had just got home from class at college and turned on the TV
As soon as I heard I cried then prayed for a miracle..
I do remember it was about 4PM when my rabid Democrat MIL called me and told me to pray that he would die
That was not fun
I told her I had already been praying he would live
and she had another cause to hate me forever
Oh my...
This one is on deck in my Kindle after I finish The Catcher in The Rye.
The incident happened on March 31, 1981. But in 1979, churches across America including ours in San Jose CA were having mighty corporate intercession specifically to break the hundred-year-plus curse of a presidential death every twenty years. After much focused intercession, we felt the curse had been broken, and it was. Prayer always precedes the victory.
I was mortified when I heard Reagan was shot. The first person I was legal enough to vote for...
Interesting read on the assassination attempt on Reagan, which includes a supposed Reagan quote: "I knew I'd been hurt, but I thought that I'd been hurt by the Secret Service man landing on me in the car, and I was, I must say, it was the most paralyzing pain. I've described it as if someone had hit you with a hammer, but that sensation, it seemed to me, came after I was in the car, and so I thought that maybe his gun or something had broken a rib. I sat up on the seat, and the pain wouldn't go away, and suddenly I found I was coughing up blood!"
I was living on the downtown DC Army base where Hinckley was brought immediately after the attempt. Whole place on lockdown with MPs carrying M-16s on every corner. I almost did not get home from school.
I, too, was home from college and sitting on the couch going over some class notes. The television was on for some background noise. I was wearing a pink polo (collar up), blue cords and boat shoes. (wow, I can remember what I was even wearing). I cried and cried. I remember being so frightened and I called a friend to discuss it. Not good memories at all.
He even loudly fought the college commies (and I do mean with a megaphone) in a liberal U of CA...sometimes to the point of his own safety at risk.
My joke has been that that day is the day he learned his conservative values.
Does the book delve into the fact that John Hinkley, Jr's father was friends and business partner with "ex" CIA commander George H.W. Bush? Does is expose the fact that both John Hinkely, Sr. and John Hinley, Jr. were heavily involved with World Vision, an international evangelical organization that often fronts for the CIA? Does it get into the fact that on the day after the assassination Scott Hinkley, John, Jr's brother, was to dine with Neil Bush, Poppy Bush's other son who was neck deep in the S&L taxpayer ripoff of the 80's?
Only in America could the Corporate Media get a away with totally ignoring the fact that the man that is "a heart beat a way from the Presidency" was so intimately involved with a would be assassin's family.
See my earlier post here today....
Some questions about that remain—about the secret service actions which left him totally exposed (his personal agent actually walked away from him); about the caliber of the bullet (which at first the ss misreported to the hospital, although they had the supposed weapon in hand); about the drive to the hospital; about Reagan not feeling anything until an agent jumped on him inside the car; etc.
I certainly remember where I was. I was a radio student at my local community college (which had a radio station) and it was the first day of the quarter. We were starting a class on news reporting. As a visual aid, I turned on the station’s teletype to bring some news copy into the classroom. (Yes, I have played with a real, actual “clack-clack” teletype, hooked to the AP.) to get a couple feet of teletype stories to bring into the class.
Well, as I turned it on, the t-type’s alarm bell started ringing, a little ‘ding-ding’ like you’d hear with one of those desk bells you’d tap on to get a clerk’s attention.
(As a side note, the AP had the follwing alarm-bell code: 3 bells= ‘Urgent’, 5 bells= ‘Bulletin’, 10 bells= ‘FLASH’ or ‘EBS Test or Activation’)
As I started reading, it came to me just what was going on. I ran into the classroom and yelled to everyone “Hey! The president’s been shot!”. Massive exodus to the teletype closet. Only a couple people could even fit into the space that the t-type was in, so they kept ripping off copy and passing it back to us. Class started a bit late and the teacher brought in a radio as we listened to the coverage as he commented...not on the political situation, but on how the correspondants were covering this massively huge news story. It was surreal.
According to Michael Reagan, the president woke up
and found himself surrounded by figures in white,
whom he took to be hospital staff—except, that the hospital staff in that section wore green, not white.
You MIL wanted him dead wow liberalism is a mental disease
Yes
you can imagine how I felt when she called me to say that
She had a high paying job as the multi-lingual secretary to the CEO of a huge international company
this woman wasnt a crazy woman locked up in an attic
although she should have been
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