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But that's the truth. These people are PUBLIC SERVANTS. WE vote them in. WE hire them, and WE fire them. WE pay their salaries and benefits. THEY serve at OUR pleasure (well, except for the bushies, who cheated their way in). THEY work for US. It's NOT the other way around.
But even so, Reagan had to have his king's send-off - that costs a king's ransom? Fine. He can head out without me, thank you very much. If it's a comfort to his widow, okay I guess. I knew when my kid went with his class on a field trip to the Reagan Library last year that they were already rewriting history up there. It's sad. The other mothers there thought I was some hard-hearted cynic because from time to time I'd mumble some rebuttal to whatever the tour guide was saying, and I refused to ooh and ahh.
For me, I've always thought a pie fight might be good. I'd like to leave 'em laughing, because this mournful, funereal business is so morose. Even so, something small and not maudlin. I just went to a friend's service last Friday. It dragged on for three hours. And while I was impressed how her memory filled the whole church, and people just went on and on with testimonials about her, people were still looking at their watches as they sat there. Not sure that I'd be able to attract such a devoted crowd myself. So I'd like it short and simple. But with good music. Like some Beatles, "Rockin' Round the World" by Country Joe and the Fish, "Louie, Louie" by the Kingsmen, "El Watusi" by Ray Barretto, some Allman Brothers and Traveling Wilburys and Led Zep, and other stuff like that. I had the funeral parlor play big band stuff and Ella Fitzgerald and Sinatra when my dad died, because it was his music, and people came up to me afterwards to tell me how much they enjoyed and appreciated it.
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