I remember this guy being the biggest badass I'd ever seen at the time:
Secret Service Agent Robert Wanko. Hope President Trump has someone like him around.
Posted on 01/14/2018 4:54:52 PM PST by tom h
I've often remarked that 1981 was when we knew that the 1960s had finally come to fruition. That it was finally OK to not be decent anymore.
I've no doubt that any political assassination had people cheering quietly, inside. It's just that it now became OK to say your murderous thoughts out loud.
A little over a year ago I visited the Reagan Presidential Library. On display there is the suit he was wearing when he was shot. The bullethole is quite visible.
I was working at a high school and one of the students approached me and said that he deserved to be shot and die because “he (Reagan) did not like the color of my skin.”
I remember this guy being the biggest badass I'd ever seen at the time:
Secret Service Agent Robert Wanko. Hope President Trump has someone like him around.
Would I cheer if Obola was shot?............Don’t think so, but I wouldn’t be upset either.
Now if he suddenly dies like King Herod Agrippa in Acts 12:23, which, by the example given there, he richly deserves, I would probably cheer since it would obviously be an intervention by God.
lol..johnny carson had a field day with that for a month.....
Sr. Eileen came running into my 8th grade class saying breathlessly, “Close your books, children; we must pray for the President.”
So do I, but we can't be sure unless the Secret Service stops being PC. Remember all the problems when Obama's female head was in charge, Julia Pierson? This is the gal under whose watch they thought a shot fired at the White House was a car backfiring. Obama appointed her so as to end the "good ole boys club" at the Secret Service.
Why is it that progressives only want to destroy what is already good?
This was back when I was a student at the radio program and a community college in Spokane.
It was the first day of classes for that week and we were getting ready for the 1st day of our News and Reporting class. The teacher asked me to go turn on the teletype. We had one of those old Associated Press honest-to-god teletypes that made all the rattling and clacking as it typed out the news. I turned it on and walked away for a few minutes. The teacher just wanted me to get enough copy so we could talk about how to present it.
After a couple minutes, I went back to the teletype room... Just as the 10 Bell alarm went off. 10 bells on a teletype meant one of two things-either an EBS test or activation, or a bulletin. I went over to the teletype and look down at the copy as it was coming across and saw the words that the president had been shot.
Breathlessly, I ran around the corner and ran into the classroom and stood in the doorway. My sudden arrival made people look up and I was the one that said, “Gang... The president’s been shot”. It must have been the look on my face that made people realize I was not telling a joke. A group of about 10 people bolted out of the room and ran into the teletype room, which could only hold about two people. They were crowding around trying to look over each others shoulders as the news came acrossed. The teacher heard what was going on and got a radio and put it in the classroom and turned it on to the local news station. As class began, we were learning about News and Reporting while a major breaking story was happening at the same time.
As I recall, nobody cheered, nobody laughed, and nobody was anything but respectful.
Drank and talked. Drank and talked.
I was in 8th grade History class on that Monday. Our principal went from classroom to classroom to announce Reagan had been shot. We didn’t have radio or TV in the classroom so our teacher went out and wheeled his pickup truck to the classroom window and cranked up the radio so we could listen to the news. By then it was known that he would survive. Everyone was relieved but quiet and subdued. Later that night the NCAA basketball championship between Indiana and North Carolina aired. During a pre game prayer they showed a cheerleader crying. That whole afternoon and evening was surreal. I can only imagine how our country would have done if we lost President Reagan that day.
I was 19. I was sent home from work in with a horrible flu. I remember waking up in a cold med stupor hearing that someone was dead. I believe they were referring to Brady (obviously wrong) but I thought it was the President...my mom came to check on me because I was bawling like a baby. She told me that RR was in the hospital and she was pizzed off that her soaps had been interrupted. I think she voted for Clinton twice.
It's interesting to hear you say that. I was born after Kennedy was killed so I have no personal recollections from that era. I only have what people said after he died and that implies he was a beloved figure who was going to sail to a second term. Sure there was that bay of pigs things early on but after that it was all good. That's the sense you get by people writing about a man who was murdered. My old man used to wave that off, said "he wasn't popular and he was probably going to lose that election". His was a complicated time and the history if those days seems to be distorted a bit by a desire to speak well of a martyr rather than criticize him. But I wonder what might have happened had he lived until the 1964 election.
I was a 17 year-old High School Senior living north of San Diego, CA.
I never heard a single “cheer” for Reagan being shot.
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