Editors Note: I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I decided to go ahead and post this now incase Nancy suddenly up and dies. I don’t want to get accused of dancing on the woman’s grave.
Before I begin I just want to thank my wingnut readers for catapulting this site up in the google. It seems that if you search for “Nancy Reagan & horrible person” this site is NUMBER ONE!!
(I think that is pretty much proof that Nancy Reagan is a horrible person, Right?…I kid.)
Anyway, I happened to have met Mrs. Reagan before when I was working at a summer camp in New Jersey. She stopped by to tell the kids to “just say no!” to any pushers trying to get them to try “mary jane, smack, crack, window pane, ludes, shrooms” or any other of a pharmacopeia of drugs shady looking swarthy guys were trying to get 7 year old kids to try back in the ‘80’s.
She was shaking the staff’s hands and greeting us as we stood on a kind of rope line. The rope was invisible but fasioned out of the very real and fiberous glares of sercet service officers. I said, “Hi.” and she said,”You are doing a terrific job here.” Which was not so much to me as to to the group. We smiled. I smiled extra because I knew for a fact that I was doing a sucky job. I have a few talents, camp counselor-ing is not one of them.
She didn’t strike me as a horrible person at that meeting. No, she struck me as an enormous headed paper mache puppet of the sort used by German hippies to protest the International Monetary Fund (IMF) or animal vivisection. I mean her noggin was HUGE!! It was unsettling. Even writing about it now, all these years later, thinking about her gigantic head will probably keep me up tonight.
So what is the Bottom Line? Nancy Reagan is a horrible person? Maybe. Nancy Reagan has a giant head? Definitely.