Friday, June 11
Ave, Maria...
I'm a softie, I'll admit it. I may not wave an American flag, and I may disagree with everything Bush and his current administration have done to our country, but sometimes.....and only sometimes, I'm a sucker for tradition. Ronald Reagan didn't do much for me, or my parents for that matter, but he's dead now, and damn if I didn't shed a tiny, Texas tear for the man. He died of a horrible disease, and I feel sorry for his wife and family.
That being said, I should mention that the appearance of the general public, the common men and women, the reagan-lovers....sullied the entire ceremony. Crowds of people lined the street as his remains were being transported to the national cathedral. They brandished garish umbrellas, they checked the displays of their digi-cams, they wore tennis shoes and shorts, and yes, even brought their beloved pets...for the world to see. That's why we're such a joke to so many other countries. That's why people laugh at us now, we the baudy Americans.
Enough about Reagan...Ray Charles is dead too, and I'm nursing a post-celebratory hangover. The funeral has pretty much shadowed everything else that's happening around us. It's a perfect time for the current administration to fuck up....and they have.
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