Across the baptismal plain I find religion in the jelly beans of the greatness of Ronald Reagan. I am an atheist. I am sorry. I shouldn’t be. I am what I am. I am Jewish and I eat ham.
Strength is beautiful. Ronald Reagan tore down that wall. He ended the frost bite burning of the Cold War.
I didn’t like him when I was young. I was stupid. I was a liberal. I thought that there would be peace through weakness rather than strength.
In those days I would have voted for Obama if he had already been invented. He is an imitative derivation of Neville Chamberlain’s appeasement.
Obama ruined our economy, our health care, our military and heterosexual marriage. Do we blame him? Do we blame the Democrats? Do we blame communism? Do we blame Ivy League ignorance?
Do we blame Obama for divisiveness? Do we blame him for pretending that he wanted unification? Do we blame him for allowing blame to creep back into racial and religious progress? Do we blame him for pulling a rabbit from a hat and pretending that he could perform magic when he was demystifying the White Rabbit?
The gentle church goers of Charleston forgive Dylann Roof. Shame on them. They erase the horror of his existence.
I don’t forgive myself for not recognizing Reagan’s greatness. I would not diminish him by my exoneration of my failure. I eat jelly beans. I celebrate his sugar, the sweetness of force.
Muslim’s celebrate power. Obama is a descendent of peculiar Muslim weakness.
Pass the jelly beans. Give me some of that old Reagan power.
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