A Belated Hasta la Vista ...

Contrary to what my eternally bigoted family continues to believe, my dear dead Mom did not like Clinton. She despised Bill because (gasp) he was a womanizer. But, then Mom rarely voted anyway. Me, I'm the voter, I'm the card-carrying Dem.


(Courtesy the Guardian UK)

I remember growing up a Latch-key Kid in a Single-parent Household in Federally-funded Housing (council estate) in a state with a Lagging Economy that was waiting for stuff to Trickle Down. That rouge-cheeked Teflon fucker's portrait leered at me every time I trudged into my Mom's office. She was a civil servant and they're obliged to have the president's portrait looming over the watercooler while they filed paperwork, stole government pens and voted 69% Democrat in every Nevada election since WWI.

My earliest memory of Reagan was him soberly mentioning the idea of using nuclear weapons to get the Iranians to free the American hostages in Tehran ... until someone reminded him there was no guarantee a 10-megaton bomb wouldn't wipe out all life from Lebanon to East Timor, blast tons of dust into the air, cause a new Ice Age and fuck things up at the ranch.

My English teacher called him RAYgun, and years later, in '92, my old hippie buddy, Richard, recounted how Governor Reagan called out the California National Guard on Vietnam protestors in San Francisco. Rich had an old poster with Reagan in cowboy mode, waving pistols and shrieking "THANKS FOR THE VOTES, SUCKERS!"

All you young liberal whipper-snappers out there (who were still toilet-training when Raygun was loose in the land) should know I remember the first time America embraced the view of it's collective navel, assassinated anybody coherent in South America and stirred the pot of CIA bufoonery a little faster.

Tho, I still think my original idea of stuffing the Gipper, mounting him on a stuffed horse (is Trigger available?) and propping him up in front of the Reagan Library is a good one. They can charge 10 bucks a head to pose with the dead, stuffed bad actor and send the profits to the children of Nicaragua.

Hasta la Vista to you Dutch,

-- Mz M.