Fuck you Ronald Reagan and your cocksucking wife.

Posted: March 7, 2016 in Fuck You Friday, Humanity is a virus, Shovels, Uncategorized

I depart for once from my conceit of using music titles, in order to say what I mean.  I came of age when Ronald Reagan was laying the foundation for the insane Republican Party of 2016, and I do not give that motherfucker one inch of relief because he was misled or demented.  He was a function of the party of the Southern Strategy, and he was either an idiot or an imbecile or complicit.  None of that absolves him.

His wife not only helped, that, she helped engineer his transition from a kindly union member to a terrible Republican monster.  Molly Ivins, (who we miss every minute of every day, especially in the Clown Car Republican Primary) once described her as an ‘overdressed little sparrow fart’.  Who, apparently, gave the best blowjob in hollywood.  Keep THAT in your fucking mind when people talk about her ‘returning grace and elegance to the White House’.  Grace and elegance and kneepads….

Repulsively (and do we expect anything less from the KKK arm of the electorate?) has used her death to attack Michelle Obama.  A woman who DOES actually embody grace and elegance.  Except, of course, she is black; you can imagine what they say….

IN any case, I agree with BBBB in that we don’t necessarily blame Nancy for her husband’s transgressions (and did you know that after the initial stupid tax cuts blew a hole int h budget, he raised taxes ELEVEN times?  True story!).  However I am willing to blame her for being instrumental in Reagan’s rise, and she was also leading the pack in the 80s glitz and glamour, ignoring all the people at the bottom of the class structure.

In any case, Elvis Costello has the last word:

I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child’s face
In her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child’s lips

Well I hope I don’t die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Yes I’ll be a good boy, I’m trying so hard to behave
Because there’s one thing I know, I’d like to live
Long enough to savor
That’s when they finally put you in the ground
I’ll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear
As the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night,
Isn’t haunted by every tiny detail
When she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones
Say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father
Who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how it’s only voices in your head
And dreams you’ve never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference
Between justice and contempt

Try telling me she isn’t angry
With this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face
As you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say thank you
Straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you’ve only got the symptoms,
You haven’t got the whole disease

Just like a schoolboy,
Whose head’s like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides,
Being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now,
I pray the Lord your soul to keep
I think I’ll be going before
We fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment
That human life could be so cheap
But when they finally put you in the ground
They’ll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down

The mantra of “if you can’t say something nice, say nothing” only applies to people who were not objectively evil, I will say;  I am putting on my tramping boots and Sleep uneasy, you horrible horrible person.

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Comments
  1. scott says:

    Spot on. There’s no chance that evil fucker didn’t know exactly what he was doing by giving a speech in Philadelphia, Mississippi. And there’s no chance that a significant percentage of the mainstream press didn’t know by the end of his second term that he was heavily into the alzheimer’s stage of his life, and those fuckers didn’t say a fucking word. But by god they’ll salaciously report every dripping morsel of non-news about a blow job. Meawhile, Nancy Reagan, herself famous for being an outstanding practitioner of oral sex (and no shaming for that—props, if anything) on married men (that, not so much) helped turn the tide of what was very possibly a relatively soon marijuana legalization when she moralizingly came into the White House and instead devastated communities with the bullshit war on drugs and fuck her for that. Fuck the lot of ’em with a bevy of rusty chainsaws.

  2. Bruce388 says:

    When the inevitable announcement came about Ronnie’s Alzheimer’s, some comedian hollered, “STOP THE PRESSES!” Then, “He was stupid before he was senile.”

  3. tengrain says:

    So well said, ZRM. I hope that the Reagan Library gold plates her kneepads on puts them on display in the lobby, maybe with a slurping soundtrack on an infinite playback loop.

    Regards,

    Tengrain

  4. herr doktor bimler says:

    ‘returning grace and elegance to the White House’.

    That is a funny way to describe “all the understated good taste of Liberace”. But if posterity demands that “nouveau-riche glitz” be retconned into “grace and elegance”, that’s why we have media boot-lickers.

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