The Observer (London), Sunday edition of The Guardian
by Greg Palast
http://gregpalast.com/You shouldn't speak ill of the dead. But in this case, I have to. Ronald Reagan was a conman. A coward. A killer.
In 1987 I found myself stuck in a little town in Nicaragua named Chaguitillo. The people were kind, though hungry, except for one surly young man. His wife had just died of tuberculosis. People don't die of TB if they get antibiotics. But Reagan had put a embargo on medicine to Nicaragua because he didn't like the government the people had elected.
As Ronnie was cracking those famous jokes, the lungs of that mother of three were filling up and drowning her.
And when Hizbollah terrorists murdered hundreds of United States marines in their sleep in Lebanon, the TV warrior with the B-movie grin ran from the scene like a whipped dog ... then turned around and invaded Grenada. That little Club Med war was a murderous PR stunt so that Ronnie could hold parades for gunning down Cubans building an airport.
I remember Nancy, in designer dresses, some of the 'gifts' that flowed to the Reagans - from hats to million-dollar homes - from cronies well compensated with government loot. It used to be called bribery.
The New York Times wrote that Reagan projected 'faith in small town America' and 'old-time values'. Values, my ass. It was union busting and a declaration of war on the poor and anyone who couldn't buy designer dresses. It was the New Meanness, bringing starvation back to America so that every millionaire could get another million.
And then, in the White House basement he condoned a coup d'état against an elected Congress. Reagan's Defence Secretary, Casper Weinberger, with the crazed colonel, Ollie North, plotted to give guns to the Monster of the Mideast, Ayatollah Khomeini.
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