TWO

It's about time, folks, to realize, face the fact, that the sorry state in which we find ourselves has a cause and a very definite origin. Call it the Reagan Revolution. You know: that long-ago Morning in America. Not so much Reagan the man, however; but Reagan the idea, Reagan the symbol, Reagan the tool carried in the pocket of every man who owned him.
That steep oil-slicked slope down which all of us are sliding started with Reagan, the narrow-minded reality-deprived figurehead of the neocon slime that was even then festering deep within his administration and has now brought us to the limit of what the rest of the world can stomach of our imperial hubris and greed. That limit has resulted in increased blow-back from those we have senselessly offended most.
If all those justified and deserving of revenge against us were to suddenly have their way with us . . .
But that conflagration represents the bottom of that slope. We aren't there yet; though we're picking up speed on the slide.
On the way, we can watch with horrified fascination as other features of the Reagan legacy fulfill themselves. We can watch the Pentagon swell until it explodes, watch the national debt do whatever . . .
We can thrill with the horror of spending everything we have on useless wars. Then, long before we've quite spent it all, we'll start to syphon our own blood -- our welfare, our planet, our children -- until we, too, are gone.

And look who got the ball rolling. Didn't exactly start it -- just gave it a millennium's worth of a kick in the ass. The gods must be rolling in the aisles.

That's All, Folks!

All of his movies sucked. Every one of them, whether I saw them or not, for seeing one is seeing all. His speeches, his philosophy, his politics, his intellect, his life -- were all of similar quality.

He was a B movie