Ronald Wilson Reagan never apologized for being an American; he reminded “We the People” exactly what it meant to be one. The son of a vagabond shoe salesman reminded us a discounted rabble of colonial peasants once rose from the obscurity of oppression, a King’s decree of death, to forge a beacon of hope and prosperity that would transcend humanity for centuries to come. His intellect, fierce convictions and unwavering patriotism rose far beyond the slanderous slights and political ploys of the partisan media. To debate him was to resign yourself to defeat; to listen was to marvel at the hypnotic prowess of his eloquent diligence. Simply become a willing guest to any of his recorded orations: from his 1964 sermon, “A Time to Choose”, his “Warrior’s Pledge” inaugural address in 1981, or the immutable “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall” diatribe at Brandenburg Gate in 1987. “The Gipper” instinctively knew this nation would never fall to the armed might of a foreign enemy, rather America could only be toppled by the duplicitous schemes of domestic forces plotting her demise deep within our own apathy. No, Ronald Reagan didn’t mince platitudes of political correctness or needlessly suffer fools; he spanked their whining agenda, put their juvenile propaganda to bed and woke the American Dream slumbering within a forsaken people. The Great Communicator was a skilled statesman, a true gentleman and a natural-born leader of mankind. He was infinitely charismatic, an insatiable scholar and a fearless bastion of strength, but more profoundly an indelible inspiration amidst the rising tide of progressive depravity, virulent discontent, poisoning the moral fabric of a fabled Republic’s timeless charter. May the 40th President of American liberty forever rest in peace alongside his faithful wife, Nancy, with the eternal gratitude of his enduring country; both of whom he loved dearly without refrain.
“A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves among those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear.”
~Marcus Tullius Cicero