novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- casket watch, indeed. on my way to work i pass by the same yellow victorian every morning. it has a wide, sweeping porch and a garden separating it from other houses. hanging from its white trim is a giant, faded american flag. seeing such a patriotic symbol on daily display leads one to assume certain political leanings about the yellow victorian's inhabitants. this morning, tacked directly next to the flapping flag was a picture of ronald reagan. scrawled above and below his portrait were the words FINALLY IN HELL. ... when a person dies, what do you remember most? their entire life, or just their last, more immediate years? reagan was a brittle old man with no memory when he died. reagan also ignored the rapidly-spreading aids epidemic and closed down mental institutions, putting multitudes of patients out on the street to wander around inside their own labyrinthial minds. what happens when your family ignores you? when you are alone and you are seriously mentally ill? how can you live? and as for aids? no intervention, no education, huge numbers of americans dying? i'm quoting a friend: "Reagan's silence on AIDS for so long essentially enshrined bigotry towards gays as a cornerstone of the American values he embodied. I can't get past that and the steady stream of network Hallmark moments and no amount of Norman Rockwell sentiment can disguise his criminal immorality." i hope reagan's alzheimer�s wiped out his memory of politics, and he was happily reliving his spaghetti western days when he died. at least in those days, he wasn't held accountable for his script. 5:25 pm - 06.07.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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