The new bio is panned, sort of, which is fine, and Edmund Morris is vilified (which is plain wrong), and Ronald Reagan comes out smelling like a rose. And we know that ain't right.
Here you have a piece-of-garbage review of a piece of garbage, something conjured from a wall of mirrors--a post-post-post rightist method-mythology.
Jesus Christ, who buys this shit anymore? The current GOP lineup of clowns, their 1 percent benefactors and the 20 percent of American voters who remain stupid enough to follow them?
How does that add up to a profitable book? O mystery!
The bio sounds awful, the premise is sordid (Reagan as appealing and cognizant of reality?); the review is secretly ejaculatory (the reviewer loves Reagan's legacy and cums on it), and ahem, Morris was right despite this jerk's argument.
Reagan was the first clown-car driver of the right-wing revolution that has since placed this country unceremoniously in the dark night of its demise--with no trickle-down jobs, no livable wage (that wasn't true 35 years ago when Ronnie set his task to fuck up the unions), and perpetual war-for-profit.
Let me put it to y'all this way. There are many more billionaires in the US now after Reagan, and so many more ultra-poor that you'd better hide your shit in a hurry before your neighbor steals it.
Morris was advanced $3 mil for his access and truthful peek at Ronnie. He had to produce something, as unsavory as he knew it would be. He essentially said there was no there there.
Hell, anybody with sense knew that in real-time. So why would anyone bother to read another bio of Ronnie?
TS
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