Last month you may remember that at the end of last month's article, this reporter noted seeing the late president Ronald W. Reagan in a state of about 60% decomposition. Well, the 60% of which I was talking about was merely 60% of the decomposition that had already occurred. Thus, the full dynamic of the problem would never fully be recognized by my esteemed political opponents.
My editor has been after me to get this story in. Well, all I could say to him was, "Mr. Editor, tear down this wall." And of course, neither one us knew what I was talking about.
"...the late President Ronald W. Reagan has taken over the body and spirit of a young woman reporter...
There are those in Washington who would have you believe that the late President Ronald W. Reagan has taken over the body and spirit of a young woman reporter of a magazine nobody has heard of. Well, I'm here today to tell you something quite the opposite.
I've even been thinking about going back into professional acting just once more for the Gipper.
The Ronald Reagan that I know would never usurp the young nubile body of one of the so-called 'sons of bitches' who jealously guard America's fourth estate.
Well, I should do something special with this young, supple, and athletic female body with which I have been blessed. Well, I for one am not going to let this opportunity go to waste hanging about Michael Jackson and Sylvester Stallone, who, I am told, is not necessarily dead, but perhaps unemployable because he cheated on his wife Nancy.
But his wife isn't Nancy. He married into the Kennedy family as I recall. That means that I must be Nancy.
Well, there you go again Danielle: losing your train of thought and going off on an unremarkable tangent like it was being pulled by a twenty-mule team all the way across Death Valley.
And I will try to figure out what that means. But, since it is morning in America, I'll have to sit down with a huge jar of jelly beans and try to figure out exactly who I am.
Until that time, I'll just say thank you, and may God bless.