I thought it was weird when I saw the 1981 Reagan Limousine on display four years ago. It was on display when I took Steve-o and his woman du jour to the Henry Ford Museum, lined up along with the Kennedy Assassination Limo and a string of other Presidential limos dating back to Roosevelt. I need to make it a point to take a trip up there again soon, even though I absolutely hate the crappy roads in Detroit, and the Dearborn area is rather frightening even in the daytime.
Granted, this is a historical car- and technically it does belong in a museum- but the fact that the props (ok, artifacts) from events I remember as if they were yesterday are in museums is a bit disquieting. As far as I’m concerned (yes, I know he died in 2004) Reagan should still be President, riding around in that limo. I bet Reagan is spinning in his grave at the antics of his successors (Bill Clinton was bad enough- and a tomcat- but even though as far as anyone knows, he keeps his pants on, Obama is far worse) and that’s sad. We could really use someone like Reagan today. To quote a bumper sticker that I would put on the HK Yaris if I had enough room:
In the 80’s we had Bob Hope, Johnny Cash and President Reagan. Today we have No Hope, No Cash and President Obama.
I also like this one:
Put the Constitution on His Teleprompter!
I’m sure Obama could use some fresh new reading.
The statement comparing the 80’s to today almost makes me depressed. It makes me want to vote for Donald Trump, even though he’s no Reagan. I like him better than the same old tired milquetoasts that have been dominating the Republican mainstream the past few years. Mitt Romney and Mike Huckabee are just plain too lame. Like him, or hate him, The Donald has balls. We need a President with balls. Obama has none. I believe if he’s not directly in cahoots with terrorist nations and organizations, he’s not doing anything to stop them or even mitigate their actions. He’s complicit with Black genocide in supporting abortion “rights” that are NOT the state’s to give and are clearly morally wrong. Reagan was the last one who had the courage to call evil what it is and to do what was right even when it wasn’t popular. I don’t know if Trump is in that league, but I think he is more aware of the right course for this country, at least in regard to economics and foreign policy, than Obama ever could be.
The sad thing is back in the 90’s I didn’t think it could get any worse than Bill Clinton. I was absolutely shocked at the dress-stain incident even though Clinton’s foreign policy (or the lack thereof) was even more devastating to the country than the shame he brought to the Oval Office. Even so, if someone were to compare Clinton vs. Obama, I hate to say it, but I would take Bill Clinton in a heartbeat (which is disturbing clear down to my conservative Republican soul.) If there is worse than Obama, and given human nature there is (even though we have not seen it in an American President, and I hope we never do) but- humanity gave us Stalin, Mao and Hitler after all. I hope people aren’t dumb enough to vote for him/her.
One thing I also noted on our trip to the Henry Ford Museum was an exhibit on 80’s ephemera in which there was a Marlboro Lights 100’s pack, (now I don’t see that as historically worthy, but I smoked my share back then, so maybe so) and a collection of old vinyl records to die for by- Boston, Foreigner, The Police, Iron Maiden, Journey, and many other good ones. The album art was so much better back then. Someone actually had to draw them instead of just getting into some computer program and playing with it to make some funky design. I still say the Journey Departure cover is one of the best:
We thought Defender was a “futuristic” video game. Then again, we actually took quarters and went to the arcade to play video games and pinball.
I still think it would be a much better world if Reagan were in the White House, and Neal Schon still had his fro.
Makes me wish it were 1981 again…only not as a geeky 12 year old who got beat up every day. If it were 1981 and I knew what I do now it would be interesting. I could have a lot of fun with that.
Speaking of Journey, I decided to go ahead and get my ticket for the show on August 5, even though it is at Crew Stadium (outside.) I don’t generally like to go to outside shows because of the lack of A/C, but it starts at 7PM, so at least it’s not in the heat of the day. Journey only makes it to Columbus every couple of years or so, and they aren’t getting any younger. Neal Schon is pushing 60, Jonathan and Ross are over 60, and Arnel and Deen are both over 40, and given the lifespans of rock musicians, that’s not a comforting thought. I should take any opportunity to see them that I can get. Foreigner and Night Ranger (also very good bands live) are opening for them, so this is a show worth having to contend with stygian heat and/or the prospect of torrential rain. The nice thing about this show is that it will be an older crowd. Usually the over 40 set is not into throwing things, fighting or stealing stuff- and it’s reserved seats- so barring weather extremes, it should be a pleasant evening.
Jerry has been on yet another trip on the self-pity express. I don’t feel sorry for him. He brings his own misery upon himself. I do try to find the humor in it, otherwise I’d have to throttle him.
Last night he decided to go to the hell hole again. He staggered in around 10PM which was nice. I had a quiet evening until he came home. The best thing for me to do is to pretend I’m asleep. He knows better than to try to wake me up- even when he’s shitfaced, usually- because I am rather nasty when I’m disturbed late at night. If he sees that I’m awake he will torment me, and I’ll never get to bed, but if I stay under the radar he will usually prattle on to the walls (or Isabel if she is in view) about various unintelligible nonsense for an hour or so until he passes out. I got lucky last night. He was sprawled across the bed, pants down, snoring and near comatose before 11.
Jerry has had many shitfaced conversations with poor Isabel. According to him, she’s the only one who understands him when he’s shitfaced. I never knew that cats could understand the ramblings of the insanely drunk.
I should put a collar on Isabel with a speaker in it. When Jerry’s shitfaced and talks to her, I could have her reply through her collar speaker. It would be a hoot.
Jerry: “Whaats aff? Gotta pith…” (falling over something)
Isabel: “Go to bed, shit head!”
Jerry: “Where’s foooooooooood?”
Isabel: “Shut up, or it’s gonna be up your ass.”
That could be funny. Isabel can out run him, and she always has the option of disappearing down the cat hole (there’s a cat-sized hole in the basement door for cat access so they can use the litter box, but the dogs can’t get to the litter box and use it as a snack bar) when she’s had enough of his “conversation.”
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