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Monday, June 07, 2004
 
Sick and tired

I'm getting tired of this world. This world where the death of a perceived enemy is a celebratory event, and the dead are denied their legacy. Just moments after America lost her greatest leader, the cheers were heard from across the land. Cheers of, "One less Nazi terrorist in the world with the death of Ronald Reagan", of "I don't care what killed him, Alzheimer's or the black plague, I'm glad he's dead and I don't care how many times I'm scolded or chastised for it". The hearts of the "compassionate" party have revealed themselves to be cold, hard, and incapable of loving their fellow men.

I'm tired of the disrespect shown to those of different ideas and convictions by those who supposedly endorse "acceptance" and "tollerance". Would an truly tollerant person say, "anyone with a fully conservative mindset is what I consider to be sub-human"? Would a kind and loving people cheer the death of a weak old man*?

Maybe I'm taking Reagan's passing too much to heart. But you know what? I don't care. I'm sad I never could have known him. If he'd died five years from now I'd still be just as sad. And, all things aside, I'd probably just be sad. But now I'm angry, too. I'm angry at the hatred people have brewed in their hearts while dancing under the banner of self-riteousness and piety for being oh, so caring and accepting and "progressive". I'm angry at the callousness displayed by the "party of love", showing no care, respect, or consideration for Reagan and his family. I'm tired of being made feel like a second-class human being for being simply what I am and what I know to be a true, honest and upright way to be. Because in the end, what makes them better than the Iraqis who danced under the burned bodies of American civilians? What makes them better than the beheaders of Nick Berg?

What gives them the right to pretend they're holier than we?



*"Also ... were you listening to Prairie Home Companion your local "public radio" station on Saturday? It's a live broadcast, you know. In the middle of that broadcast Garrison Keillor told the audience that Ronald Reagan had died. You could hear liberals in the audience cheering and clapping." - boortz.com

Sunday, June 06, 2004
 
Dim the lights, lower the flags

This past Thursday, Friday and yesterday were spent in NC, with my brother, sister-in-law and boyfriend. Yesterday morning we heard the news, President Ronald Reagan's health was fast failing. On the way home, John called me with the news: President Reagan had passed away.

It sounds strange to say, I can't believe he's gone. We all knew it would happen; after all, he was considered "old" and past his prime back when I was born. And in some ways, we all knew it would be a blessing. Nancy finally can fully grieve the loss of her husband. The Nation can mourne the loss of her greatest leader.

Maybe it's because he never wanted to be known as the withered old man. When he knew how sick he truly was, he removed himself from the spotlight to live the rest of his life in peace. So the image in my head isn't of him growing older, dumber, and enfeebled. The image in my head is much, much older. It's of Reagan in the 80s. There's a black background, an American flag to his right. His bright eyes are dancing, and though there's plenty of silver in his hair, you can still see traces of the handsome young man he used to be. He's smiling at a crowd displayed before him, a smile that I only ever see on the face of a proud father.

In a lot of ways, I do think of Reagan as America's foster father. He wasn't really her father; he wasn't here a the moment of her conception and birth. He wasn't an adoptive father, either; she was only in his care for a short time. But while she was, he held her hand, he encouraged her, he loved her, and he never, ever gave up the faith in her people. He had such pure, strong faith in the ability of the American people, faith that we would do the right thing, even when doing the right thing wasn't the only available option. He steered us in the right direction and said, "Go, live the life you want to live." He believed in our ability to self-govern, to help one another without force, to come together and build a stronger tomorrow. In a lot of ways, I owe my freedom to his passion, faith, and conviction.

Rest in peace, President Ronald Wilson Reagan. You ran the race, fought the good fight, lived the good life. And our lives are so much the better for it. Thank you for your service to your country, and may I have the courage to be half the human being you were.

 

 
 

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