Killer, Coward and Con-Man
by Greg Palast, telling the truth
You're not going to like this. You
shouldn't speak ill of the dead. But in this case, someone's got to.
On the 100th Anniversary of Ronald Reagan's birth, as we suffer a week
of Reagan-kitcheria and
pukey peons, let us remember: Reagan was a con-man. Reagan was a
coward. Reagan was a killer.
When Hezbollah terrorists struck
and murdered hundreds of American marines in their sleep in Lebanon,
the TV warrior ran away like a whipped dog — then turned around and
invaded Grenada. That little Club Med
war was a murderous PR stunt so Ronnie could hold parades for gunning
down Cubans building an airport.
I remember Nancy, a skull and crossbones prancing around in designer
dresses, some of the "gifts" that
flowed to the Reagans — from hats to million-dollar homes — from
cronies well compensated with
government loot. It used to be called bribery.
And all the while, Grandpa grinned, the grandfather who bleated on
about "family values" but
didn't bother to see his own grandchildren.
The New York Times, in its canned obit, wrote that Reagan projected,
"faith in small town America"
and "old-time values."
"Values" my ass. It was union-busting and a declaration of war on the
poor and anyone who couldn't
buy designer dresses. It was the New Meanness, bringing starvation back
to America so that every
millionaire could get another million.
"Small town" values? From the movie star of the Pacific Palisades, the
I want to throw up.
And all the while, in the White House basement, as his brain boiled
away, Reagan's last conscious act
was to condone a coup d'état against our elected Congress.
Weinberger and Ollie North plotted to
give guns to the Monster of the Mideast, Ayatolla Khomeini.
Reagan's boys called Jimmy Carter a weanie and a wuss although Carter
wouldn't give an inch
to the Ayatollah. Reagan, with that film-fantasy tough-guy con in front
of cameras, went begging
like a coward cockroach to Khomeini, pleading on bended knee for the
release of our hostages.
Ollie North flew into Iran with a birthday cake for the maniac mullah —
no kidding — in the
shape of a key. The key to Ronnie's heart.
Then the Reagan roaches mixed their cowardice with crime: taking cash
from the hostage-takers
to buy guns for the "contras" — the drug-runners of Nicaragua posing as
A shot of Chinaco to
Greg Palast for telling the truth.
When it comes to Reagan, our mouse-y Democrats can't shut up about "his
That shit makes me sick.
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