Good Over Evil

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing -Edmund Burke

I don't think I can expound much on what Edmund Burke said, but that doesn't mean I won't try.

It puts me in mind of Reagan and Bush. Both saw evil and refused to ignore it. Both had a clear vision of what needed to be done and the moral courage and integrity to do it. I might not agree with everything they stood for, but I can't argue the results.

I want my country to have leaders who have that moral courage and integrity to do what's right. Right isn't always popular, but it's still right.

It's Started and It's Just Wrong.

What you say, has started? I'll be happy to tell you. The Reagan back-biting, the bad-mouthing, the hateful things people say about people they don't like. Mr. Reagan isn't in his grave yet and it's started. Mean-spirited, little, small-minded people with little or no character act like this.

I don't care if you don't like someone, what they did, or what they stood for. Just have the common decency to wait until after the funeral. Say what you want in private, not in public, not in the newspapers, in front of a camera, or on the Internet. My mother used to say, "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." It still applies. Times have changed, but they haven't changed that much.

In America, we have the right of Freedom of Speech. We can say pretty much anything we like, when we like, but there is a time and a place to say it. When you say something tells as much about you as what you say, sometimes more.

The State Funeral

I imagine that I, like most Americans, and most of the world, watched the State Funeral for President Reagan last evening. I remember Kennedy's funeral, but for some reason don't remember Eisenhower or Johnson's. I know I had to have watched them.

I found myself breaking down in tears. I'm not sure what brought it on. Maybe it was memories of my own parents funerals. I didn't know Mr. Reagan, except as a President. I didn't have much feeling one way or the other for him at the time. I'm sorry to say I was too wrapped up in my own little world to understand just what he was doing and what he stood for.

I was bowled over by the pageantry and ceremony. Everything done had meaning. The riderless horse with the boots (Reagan's own) turned back, the caisson, the music played by the marching military bands. I was impressed that everything was done on time and so precisely.

I was most impressed by the crowds of people who wanted to pay their last respects. They willingly waited in line for hours for the seconds it took file past the casket, or to see the casket as it was carried from Andrews to the Capitol building. The people on the earlier part of the trip from Andrews were able to catch only a glimpse of the casket in the hearse. The people on the other end could see the casket better as it was carried on the caisson. That's if they could see of the heads of the five and six people deep crowds.

But what really got me was the quiet respect. They only time I heard voices was when Mrs Reagan appeared. There was a scattering of applause and people called out to her saying, "We love you, Nancy" and "God Bless you." She acknowledged all this with a slight, sad smile and a wave. I noticed as she rode in the limo behind the caisson that she would wave to the crowds. I thought it showed just what a classy lady she is.

I was a little disturbed to see at the end of the service that Mrs. Reagan went to the casket alone to say goodbye. It seemed to exclude her family. But then, there was such a bond between the two of them, it was not unexpected. It just seemed to be a time when she would want her family with her, but then, that's just my opinion and not meant to criticize in any way.

God Bless You, Mrs. Reagan