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        Wednesday, December 27, 2006

    On The Passing Of A President...

    The Lord sets up his kings, which is why, no matter how bad one is, I would never consider harming a hair on one of their heads, no matter how bad they were, unless the Lord set a bush on fire or something and told me to.
    Which is why I feel a little guilty for my glee at the passing of Gerald Ford.

    Back in the 70's, I went out onto the lake with a bunch of friends in a houseboat, and we conquered an island, and made it our own utopia for about a week. We had enough supplies (read: alcohol) and if we needed more, grocery boats plied the waves, and we would just hail one and buy more. When we left, Nixon was President, and damned well still not a crook.

    When we got back, Ford was President, and damned if that wasn't surreal.

    Get over it, sure he was 93...who cares. An old boob is still a boob. I turned against Reagan for cutting and running from Lebanon, and not avenging our dead Marines. The buck stops at the President, and he dropped the ball and fled like a coward. I'll never forgive him for that.

    Ford's secret sin was in using the Warren Commission to cover up the facts of the Kennedy assassination, and lying to the American People, for which I personally believe he was awarded the Presidency. I blame Ford for Carter, too. And I could care less that Ford pardoned Nixon. It was the right thing to do, and probably the only smart thing he ever did.

    And boy, he sure fell down a lot, didn't he? Couldn't take two steps, it seems, without either falling down, or somebody taking a shot at him. I would have loved to gone around to his various personal appearances, just to pop a paper bag and watch him flinch and fall down and his Secret Service detail dogpile on him. His proclivities for that alone made the network news worth watching, back then.

    Well, whatever, he's gone, now, so I can quit wishing for it. Now, God? Could you just snuff Jimmy Carter for us?

    Thanks. Throw in GW1, and it will truly be a Happy New Year.


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