Spiritual/Political/Philosophical Blog on the Nature of Truth and Falsehood and Heaven
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Sunday, June 06, 2004 More on R.R. Strangely enough, although I missed the boat on Reagan when he was President, I find myself tearing up when I think of him and read what others have to say. I find I can't agree with Reagan and others about America remaining a free, democratic society far into the future, but I find that his optimism and sense that America's greatness will never die is true. No matter what the world goes through in the next centuries or millennia to come, the American Dream will never die. To the poem will be added a line -- "the glory that was Greece, the grandeur that was Rome, the good and greatness that was America." The world will probably fall back into its despotisms, tyrannical elites, barbarous tribes, and vicious oligarchies, but America, the hope, the idea of freedom, liberty, and justice for all will never die. That vision of America which Ronald Reagan beheld and loved without doubt or reservation -- that vision will never die so long as this world exists. He is a man for the ages now, a colossus of men in time. I used to scoff at the notion that Reagan belongs on Mt. Rushmore, not because I disliked him, but I didn't see his accomplishments as measuring to the same standard as those on it. I was wrong. Reagan belongs on that mountain. It wasn't so many things that he did which were momentous, it was his spirit that recreated America, an enormous accomplishment and yet, for Reagan -- as easy as pie. He was just being himself. He breathed hope into the souls of billions all over the world. Not just in America. A thousand, two thousand years from now some historian will write with disbelief that this great figure of America had been an actor! For people will still consider actors to be little more than scalliwags, whores, lightweights, and flaming homosexuals far into the future. The later historian will wonder how it was possible for such a creature as a minor mannequin to become the most powerful man in the world, and not only that, wield that power with such confidence and ability. Enough so as to become one of the greatest men of the 20th century. The historian will scratch his head and wonder if he will ever understand America, and just how perversely open, trusting, believing, confident a place it was. One actor killed a great man, another actor became one. posted by Mark Butterworth | 11:33 AM | |
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