Meanwhile, yours is the best memorial I’ve seen. R.I.P. Ronnie, in that big ketchup patch in the sky, tended by welfare queens who’ve been waiting to thank you.

Just don’t ask me to join in some funeral pageant that turns into a Reaganomic Revivalist movement. ‘Cause I lived through that shit once, and once was enough.

I’d say that invading Granada should be his lasting epithet.

Granada did nothing, and posed no threat. The students that we were supposed to rescue had no idea that they were in danger, and the Cubans who were building an airport didn’t know that they were supposed to threaten the students. If they had, during the 3 days it took for the US marines to find the students, the Cuban’s could have taken them hostage and then what? We came surprisingly close to loosing a war against a couple of hundred shovel wielding Cubans.

Our marines were wandering aimlessly because they didn’t have maps.

I know this for a fact because my father-in-law was a cartographer with the navy at the time. They were given the orders to produce maps of Granada RIGHT NOW! They worked day and night, but back in ‘83 maps were made by hand using huge copper plates. No computers. They didn’t have time. So the Marines used Holiday Inn maps. Guess what? They weren’t very accurate. So, 3 days of wandering around looking for a medical school.

BUT it took our minds off the 243 dead marines in Lebanon, and we got to have a War President and hero.

AND Americans ate it up.

Nothing changes

He was a great man. Or men.