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I don’t know about you, but if I see one more tribute to the gipper I’m leaving on the next train.

Tom Carson’s “Death of a Salesman” is the best obituary I’ve ever read; bar none. Hell, it’s the smartest writing I’ve seen in years. It’s like a hot rivet of concentrated memory shot straight into the brain stem with an elephant hypodermic needle. How quickly, quietly, and willingly my country followed Reagan—an actor, and not even a good one, for christsakes—into the dark, damp, narcotic warmness of narcoleptic amnesia is sickening.

Carson’s dead on when he writes that “Reagan, like no other American, deserves the honor of being the first person embalmed at Disneyland.”

“In the true capital of his America, one-upping Lenin in death as he did in life, he could lie in a glass box before Sleeping Beauty’s castle—midway between Frontierland and Tomorrowland, right where Main Street debouches onto Carnation™ Plaza….”