"What we have found in this country, and maybe we're more aware of it now, is one problem that we've had, even in the best of times, and that is the people who are sleeping on the grates, the homeless who are homeless, you might say, by choice."
on Good Morning America, January 31, 1984
"Why should we subsidize intellectual curiosity?"
"President Reagan doesn't always check the facts before he makes statements, and the press accepts this as kind of amusing."
"He has the ability to make statements that are so far outside the parameters of logic that they leave you speechless."
in her book, "The Way I See It"
You may be gone, Ronnie, but you won't be forgotten. Rest assured that a bunch of greed-inspired coked-up zealots who believe you were the second coming of Christ are still here to lie to the world about what a visionary you were when those of us who read books and understand world events know that you were a cold, heartless bastard who did more to hurt this country in eight years than many could have done in a lifetime. Jim Jones and David Koresh had supporters, too. They just didn't have Sean Hannity and Bill O'Reilly acting as their PR agents.
You turned homelessness into an epidemic, labeled anyone seeking federal assistance a freeloader, shut down mental hospitals, destroyed any chance the middle class had at the American dream, cut off assistance to veterans, ordered police to fire tear gas at college students, embarrassed the country with Iran-Contra, single-handedly tried to destroy any rights held by America's workers (remember the air traffic controllers, Ronnie?) and did it all while acting like a loving, caring, jellybean-eating cowboy with a heart of gold. Your heart was pure stone, Ronnie. You did not care about ordinary people, no matter how much some of them loved you. You called them lazy. You turned them out to the streets and tried telling the country they were out there by choice. Your moral majority was neither moral nor a majority, but you used it as a pulpit from which you destroyed lives. You sick, heartless bastard.
Enjoy hell, Ronnie. You earned your trip there, you frigid, loveless son of a bitch.