Mildstones over,back to living. Do I want more life,sure doesn't anyone. Let's get 'Prez Reagon's buried,say our words
and get on with life again.(He'd want that).
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by Joe B. He Ruined My Birthday Looking forward to a personal milestone is all set except one lady Berkeley and a dear friend out of the country the best I can do is visit the very first love in my life, mama. We’d take a shopping cart through a one of the warehouse supermarkets buying fresh vegetable, frozen entrée’s, and nibble on mints and cookies before paying up and going home. But the day a pall because the 40th President, B-actor and Screen Guild President , former Governor, and President Ronald Reagan after a decade in a Alzheimer haze died. All the hoopla about the Gipper, Great Communicator, jokester, and affable down home likable, regular, country guy. "What a load of bull chips and horse manure. How he blamed black women as welfare queen’s while most folks on welfare are white and female, the way he fired all the airline controller’s never thing what it takes to train people for such stress laden jobs. It’s part the reason so many planes fell out the sky and many lives lost. He may have helped free the hostages, but President Jimmy Carter deserves the nod. As for being shot he did show lots of grit for and old guy but then he was closer to Mr. Grim Reaper than most presidents. "Shining City On A Hill" give me a break. This guy on horseback was looking backward, riding into the past while most people were heading future forward. The Berlin Wall coming down brick by brick was not by Reagan along but other presidents, officials, and many ordinary folks help pulled that wall down it just happened on his watch. I don’t know the guy don’t hate him in fact I wished he had gotten stem cells to regenerate new brain cell replacing old dying ones he may have died with his mind intact but when Biotechnology was slowed, delayed, if not stopped altogether could have made Reagan’s last days memorable with loved ones surrounding him before his soul divested of his body continues the ultimate journey. I should be glad for the guy. No more suffering in a long good by of that dreadful living death of a disease. For myself there is still wine (only for breakfast and dinner). Women(safe sex as I wear colorful French ticklers as long as I’m not with many woman until she finds me or I her). I don’t feel any different but then I didn’t as many of my contemporaries do much drinking,drugs,pills, or wasn’t as promiscuous as men especially Black are mythically suppose to be. The upside is my body and mind isn’t as polluted inside or exteriorly rundown as some of my contemporaries. I intend to maintain and improve my health. I was born in June of 1954. Now either its 9 or 10 year after D-Day but certainly 10 years before the baby boom group of 1964. So I’m in the middle generation seeing what’s ahead and the generation behind me will have even better advantages. There are experiences I want to have as in being a graduating student of Karma Sutra, a PH. D maybe. Some travel by cruise ship or plane. The family with picket fence, dog, cat, and gardens may have passed me buy so I decide to instruct myself in math, (have a phobia there). Electronics, Chemistry, and Quantum Mechanics. Keep up with life extension technologies. Lastly, learn a few languages and play brain teaser games, read mysteries (by women authors). Generally keeping mind and body busy. If I had gotten married when I was younger my life by now would have been somewhat settled if not dull and I’d have my niche helping to raise children with a loving wife. Maybe that’s isn’t my destiny as my life is at this moment. He nearly ruined my birthday but after a few hours I know in a few months it’ll all blow over and he’ll be remembered little as all of move quicker by jet sky, sky boards,and jet packs rather than an old dead ‘Prez on horseback.
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