Ronald Reagan, RIP

What can be said here that won’t be said better elsewhere…
First president I ever voted for. One of the best men ever to fill the office.
(Democrats may kindly fuck off.)
[Later — Linx.]
American Digest
redsugar muse
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler
Article at the Solomon Center from Fox News
Frumious Bandersnatch
[Later later. Overnight (after my “final” post above) I’ve formulated more of a reaction:]
It’s like my father has died all over again.
I noted in my reading last night that a blogger (can’t remember which one) whose first (childhood) memory of a president was Reagan felt like he was “The President”. Well, Reagan was the first president I voted for. And to me, likewise, to me, he was and is “The President”.
His greatest asset was the fact that he was a gentleman. His predecessors that I remember — Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter — mostly worthless, none of them living up to the legacy of a Truman, an Eisenhower, or even a Kennedy. His successors Bush 41 and Clinton pale by comparison — the first a man who couldn’t decide if he was a country boy or a New England aristocrat, the second an amiable goof — albeit a dangerous amiable goof. Bush 43 is closer to what a president should be, but even he pales in comparison to the giant that is Reagan.
My wife, the liberal, does not understand my grief. She talks of the present, how his family must be relieved, how he himself had no quality of life and surely is better off. She mistakenly believes that I grieve for his death, which I do not. I grieve for the ideal. I grieve for the President.