A victory for Ronnie Reagan Oct. 11, 1985

 

We got them!

The dirty bastards that killed that passenger! America is up in arms!

I guess I’m too cynical, waiting for the second shoe to drop. Yet, slowly as the facts come in, we discover Ronnie Reagan did something good for a change.

The hijackers took over the Italian cruise ship and held it for two days, targeting Americans apparently, another slap across the face of America.

I understand why people elsewhere hate Americans. We are spoiled, greedy and self-righteous while bleeding the world dry, wiping our lips as we drink.

But not every American is like that, and to pick on someone indiscriminately is unfair to say the least. If you intend to take the law into your own hands, there has to be a cause and effect. The person you target must have done something to justify your actions (regardless of how unjustified vigilantism is.)

But in this case, the terrorists targeted some poor guy in wheel chair.

I was skeptical of the whole incident at first, considering just how pathetic media can be when hyping up stuff like this.

The initial report said they rolled the old man out of the ship’s dinning room. Shots were heard. One of the terrorists returned with blood on his pants and shoes, ordering some of the other passengers to help throw the body overboard.

It’s so senseless I can’t get it through my head that it was real, thinking perhaps something that will turn out to be untrue later. There were just not enough details.

America has done some terrible things lately like Ronnie invading Grenada to distract from the murder of more than 200 U.S. Marines in the Middle East. It is also possible; he sent a commercial airliner into Soviet space to spy resulting in the Russians shooting down the plane.

But would his dirty crew go as far as to lie about a helpless man being murdered just to pump up the national image?

Assuming Ronnie is not crazy (the way many people claim he might be), then we come back to the question as to why these terrorists picked on this particular man.

So, we come full circle in explaining this senseless murder, and then learn that this man, helpless in a wheelchair happened to be a Jew, who definitely spoke up against the terrorists when most of the other passengers were too scared to.

Just how many others on board happened to be Jewish, the report didn’t say, although it did claim the man traveled with members of his family.

Was her murdered because he was Jewish or because he had courage to stand up to them?

Supposedly, a deal was struck with the Egyptians to transport the terrorists off the ship to some secret place. But as this lifted off from the land of the Pharaohs, a group of U.S. Navy jets greeted it, informing the pilot and the terrorists on the plane that they were now under U.S. military control, the Navy jets escorting the Egyptian plane to Italian air space where it was forced to land on Italian soil, U.S. Navy seals sounding it the moment the plane ceased moving.

The Italians arrested the hijackers and charged them with piracy. We still do not know if they will be charged with murder.

None the less, newspaper headlines back here in the United States declared it a victory for Ronnie Reagan.

And as much as I hate to say anything good about the b-rated actor, I have to agree.

 

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