Yes. Being lectured by Carter about how “we the people” were stuck in a “malaise” and needed to sacrifice and quit being so spoiled, needed to wear sweaters and turn down the heat . . then Reagan came along and told us “we the people” were more than OKAY, that it was Carter who was stuck in the malaise, that America was dear, a shining city on a hill, the last best hope of mankind for liberty. It wasn’t hard to have REAL HOPE with Reagan, and he came along, knocked Khadafi’s and his ilk’s turbans on crooked, got us out of Carter’s “malaise” and that was it. That’s why those of us who loved Reagan are having a very hard time with Obama’s apparent “destroy America” tour and mission. (I credit the military with freeing the captain and expect Obama to have dropped any pretension of dealing harshly with such terrorists ASAP.)
"Obama’s apparent “destroy America” tour and mission."
Could we call it the G-d Damn America Tour?"
Twinkie, you were saying — Yes. Being lectured by Carter about how “we the people” were stuck in a “malaise” and needed to sacrifice and quit being so spoiled, needed to wear sweaters and turn down the heat . . then Reagan came along and told us “we the people” were more than OKAY...
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That reminds me of the time that I was driving around Portland, Oregon, back then, and people were still upset about the “double-nickel” speed limit (LOL...). I sure was.... :-)
And so..., one time, while driving down one of the freeways in town, there was a local sheriffs car that went zooming past me on the freeway, with me going 55. He didn’t have his lights on and I watched him for a bit, and then I said — “That’s it!”...
I “put the pedal to the metal” and went after that cop...
I had a pretty fast and powerful car, so it wasn’t a problem in catching up to him and I got right behind him and honked and flashed my lights and swerved slightly from side to side — and finally got his attention — and “pulled him over”...
He pulled over to the side and got out of his car, but he was sorta flustered that I had pulled him over in the first place and when he got out, he had not put his vehicle in park and it started driving away... LOL..
He jumped back in and jerked the thing into “Park” and the car jolted back and forth, forward and backward and stopped.
And then when he came over to me, as I was walking over to him, I let him know my complaint that if I was going to have to drive 55 MPH, then he better darned well drive 55 MPH too. I noted that I watched and he didn’t have his lights on and no siren and so, I was safe in *expecting* him to drive the speed limit. He made some kind of phoney-baloney excuse, but admitted not having any place to go do in an “emergency”.
He could see that I was “really hot” about it... :-)... and so, he finally tried to “make peace” and offered me to come over to the station house, see around the place and maybe go out on a cruise sometime, if I wanted... LOL...
Well, I just left it that way and finished my conversation with him and never followed up on those things he offered.
And since then, I’ve never pulled over a cop again... :-)
My first political memory was Reagan's first election. I remember Dad standing in front of the TV when they were announcing Carter's concession. I remember several nights when Reagan was to give a speech. Dad was never missed it. I caught him with a tear in his eye during one speech.
I was born in 1973. During the presidential race between Mondale and Reagan, I was voted to be Reagan in a 3 week mock campaign. We had to do speeches and debates for the class during that time about the issues of the day. I won in a landslide the day before election day.
I miss Reagan. I do have some CDs of some of his speeches. During the last few weeks of the campaign recently, I started listening to some of them again.