An Irish Wake... For The Reagan Revolution

MrScorpio

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Sat Oct-11-08 09:08 PM
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An Irish Wake... For The Reagan Revolution

Let us pray...

Dear Lord,

The scion of that dear son of Ireland, Saint Ronnie, has finally gone to his heavenly reward. And a young and vibrant life, it was. In 1980, he was born to the call of State's Rights on that hot day in Philadelphia, Miss; the very same place that three lost souls years before were slain trying to walk a different path.

He touched all of our lives, from the poor, corpulent welfare queen, to the dear sisters of our Holy Mother Church that never left Central America alive, to the rich and powerful... that became even more rich and powerful. He was everywhere and everyone loved him. He watched over us in our fitful hours of sleep.

He gave us greatness, of course. Greater deficits, so that we could learn the value of a meager dollar. Greater weapons, so that we could extend our reach around the world to new friends and extinguish their poor, miserable lives and give them everlasting peace. Greater homeless, that followed in the footsteps of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ, and renounced their worldly possessions to sleep under the stars of the heavenly firmament.

Hallelujah! He was a true fighter in the Irish tradition.

When we were fat, and unappreciative, he made us lean. When we were unaware of dangers, he made us wary of enemies everywhere. When we were sad and worrisome, he showed that we needed to close our eyes and ears and boast gleefully about what little we had. When we rejected God, he helped remember that we had to reach into our pockets for the coin of the realm to help him out when he was down on his luck.

When those sad and angry Air Traffic Controllers defied the better good of our nation, he decisively swept them out of sight and out of mind. A strong one, he was.

There were bad times along with the good, from HUD to Iran-Contra, from illegal lobbying to Superfund problems... He stayed strong. It's those times that make us appreciate the fight all of us are in.

And even after our Blessed Saint Ronnie handed over the keys to the kingdom, the scion stayed with all of us to watch over the faithful lieutenant. That strength was relied upon in the view of unnecessary wars and higher taxes, like a guardian soldier, protecting us from the evils of too much knowledge.

Once George the elder was gone, there was a brief respite when another son of Ireland, a son of different cloth, took the reigns of power. Many of us feared for the scion's early demise, but we should not have feared... two years later he returned in the House of the People to remind us how much we were blessed to have him for company.

He tried, but ultimately failed to oust the usurper to the throne, but despite this, there were greater works waiting in the wings.

And how great it was, in the presence of George the Younger and his merry cohorts.

Again, we were blessed by the ways of the scion, only harder, faster and larger! Those were fine, old days, I must say. For almost eight years, George was truly a gift for us and a proponent of the revolution. The strong, powerful scion stood astride us all, reminding us that we are the protectors of ultimate power.

But aye, that life is now gone, cut down in his prime. As all great ones are destined to leave.

Like a light snuffed out just went it reached its bright zenith, he has gone home. Gone to everlasting glory!

In our deep and abiding grief, let us remember what the scion has meant to all of us.

In the name of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ.

Amen.