The Ronald Reagan 1980s

Toasted Roaster Pete Case passed this link along. (You can follow his bleats.. uh blurts..er..I mean tweets at twitter under the nom de fume petertweeter.)

Wonkette says of  this book by Paul Slansky, (from 1989 and now available in eBook formats for a Shatneresque "name your price" deal):

If there’s any possible antidote to the hundred-foot-long shit sandwich of Reagan Worship pummeling America this weekend, you’ll find it within the pages of this book.

...today’s idiot-beltway hero-worship dingbat crap factory truly began in 1980, when the Washington press corps was presented with a narrative by Reagan’s handlers: America wanted to “feel good again,” and the empty-eyed smiling face of Ronald Reagan was exactly the way to “bring fun back” to a nation crippled by recession, unemployment, lost wars and humiliation in the Middle East. (Hah, sound familiar?)

...this is one of those essential documents of the 1980s — a time of idiocy and fraud, and a time we can now see as the Birth of a Nation’s Stupidity.

And, if you can stomach a raw, gaping wound of honesty, go read
Greg Palast's scathing obituary, originally published in The London Observer on Reagan's death in 2004.

The title of the piece is  Reagan: Killer, Coward, Con-man. 'Nuf said.
  
First paragraph:

You're not going to like this. You shouldn't speak ill of the dead. But in this case, someone's got to.
On the 100th Anniversary of Ronald Reagan's birth, as we suffer a week of Reagan-kitcheria and pukey peons, let us remember:
Reagan was a con-man. Reagan was a coward. Reagan was a killer.