My 30-year high school reunion is this weekend, and the occasion has given me cause for reflection, in addition to the dieting. Although Reagan had been in office for two years, leading to a grinding recession that hit Oregon particularly hard, the horrors of our current political era had only barely manifested themselves at that moment of my misspent youth.
We had two Republican Senators, one of whom was famous for being anti-war and pro-environment; the other for being staunchly pro-choice and in favor of women’s rights generally. (Later we realized this was probably just a cynical strategy to get laid, but that’s another story for another day…) Republican Governor Tom McCall had championed the nation’s first bottle bill, prevented privatization of the ocean beaches, enacted strict laws against sprawl and overdevelopment, and we had cancelled one freeway in favor of light rail and removed another to make way for Waterfront Park, which now bears McCall’s name.
Marijuana had been decriminalized for several years, and the Vietnam Syndrome was still in effect; to my teenage eyes, the world seemed to be moving inexorably forward out of a fairly dark era. If anyone had told me that thirty years later, we would be a bankrupt, crumbling police state, lorded over by sociopathic billionaires and saddled with multiple ongoing and prospective wars, racism would be back and better than ever, and yet a near-majority of Americans would look around and somehow see “European Socialism,” I would have promptly taken the bong away from them.
But even with the worst case of pot-induced paranoia, I could not have envisioned the sci-fi dystopia we live in today; Reagan was a contemptible lightweight surrounded by conniving thieves and charlatans, but Alzheimers-ridden though he was, he was still against, say, torture. For all his jingoistic bluster, he only engaged in brief, winnable conflicts abroad, and small, mostly symbolic incursions at home. Though his policies favored the rich over everyone else, he nonetheless respected the sanctity of Social Security, the Estate Tax and taxes on capital gains. When his tax cuts and military spending sent the budget into deficits, he raised taxes as needed.
Me, waxing nostalgic about the Reagan era? That’s a bad, bad, sign. Now we have a nominally Democratic President who makes Reagan look like LBJ, and a Republican opponent who makes Teddy Roosevelt look like Karl Marx. Reagan made a big deal about wanting to put a teacher in space (too bad she ended up toast…), but today’s Republicans want to send them all there, and say so, proudly. Reagan famously decried the unfairness of a bus driver paying a higher tax rate than a wealthy investor; now the debate is whether we should have bus drivers at all, since all those fat, lazy, poor people would be better off walking.
The Reagan Administration prosecuted hundreds of crooked S&L executives and nationalized their sleazy operations; Obama wanted to Look Forward when the same thing happened for the same reasons, but on a much larger scale. Reagan engaged in union-busting early on, but never tried to get rid of them entirely, as Republicans today do with almost missionary zeal.
A lot of factors contributed to this dismal downward spiral, but chief among them is the degradation of the media and the monopolization of, well, everything, that Reagan set in motion all those years ago. A media with fewer and fewer voices turned journalists into insecure, power-fellating careerists even as the abandonment of antitrust laws turned once- vibrant American capitalism into something more closely resembling three-card monte. Historically low taxes and laughable hero-worship turned the parasitic rich, once the villains of 20th century folklore, into untouchable Masters of the Universe.
The years have undoubtedly taken their toll on me and the rest of the Class of 1982, but compared to our country, we look great, especially without our reading glasses. I’ll be leaving mine at home, and drinking heavily.




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It’s funny how Obama’s idol, Reagan, is to the left of him. Nixon is to the left of Obama.
Funny if either Reagan or Nixon were around today, Obama would mock them and label them “the professional left” in order to curry favor with the modern day Republicans.
Hag!
You youngsters! My 40th HS reunion went unobserved a couple of years ago (I did not like them then, why would I want to see them now?). Of course in my case, it was during the Vietnam War and Richard Nixon was president, but the economy was in pretty good shape, drugs were cheap and plentiful (and not surrounded by violence), and free love was spreading everywhere. It was, to quote Dickens, the worst of times and the best of times.
That’s what you think.
While I would generally agree about Nixon, Reagan was well to the right of Obama. He did not just want to cut social safety net programs, he wanted to eliminate them entirely and he was even far more hawkish and interventionist.
cth, poor thing. This will be my 50th hs reunion. I loved my hs but am not going. I went to the 40th, had a great time, but been-there-done-that.
My generation, 2 years in advance of the official start of the postwar baby boom, might have been the luckiest generation in the 20-21C. After the pill but before AIDS. Thought we made a political diff wrt the reforms that followed Watergate, plus contributing to shutting down VN war.
Boy were we deluded. And didn’t recognize how the U.S. changed with Reagan.
I’ve lived too long.
That’s my attitude as well. Besides, they coordinated my 25th reunion on Facebook this year, and of course I won’t touch social media with a 10-meter cattle prod.
You’re right, but funny isn’t the word I’d use.
I liked it, comnpared to now.
Admittedly, I was more right about the last part than the first. For a mental vegetable, he was remarkably crafty and, sadly, prescient.
Perhaps ironic? Or “telling”?
Very much so. I do not think I could have even imagined that we would be where we are now. The trends were generally in the opposite direction. Of course, I was young and naive and did not expect the backlash that we have had over the past 30-40 years.
Aw, I hope you have some miles left on you, or at least as many as I.
Someday we’ll look back on this and laugh…. Thank God for dementia.
I read about 6 chapters of a book called ‘The Acting President’ of the 12 or maybe 15 in it. The first 6 make me so physically and mentally repulsed I could not bear to read more.
Perhaps you all missed this? I was not quite out of college yet.
After some physical setbacks (accidents) I’ve worked myself up to 1/2 mile in swimming laps. Is that enough mileage? Going for a mile. Too boring to do more than that. In fact, 1/2 mile is boring enough, but not enough to get me in shape. :-)
Thanks for the memories! I watched that live!
I never saw it coming, and I guess I’m sort of glad for that; kept those suicidal thoughts at bay.
One of my curses. My brain is sharper than ever owing to time to read & learn. Wishing the region above my neck were going in the opposite direction.
My forearms are huge thanks to my 12 oz. curls! It’s amazing how much 12 oz. can add up over the years.
So did I…well, as “live” as it got, anyway.
So you look like Popeye?
WRT my 18, going for senility asap owing to drinking as much as I can afford.
@Puma
12 oz. cans of ‘spinach’ err, yeah, wink wink, stand up to the bully with 128 oz. of liquid courage, lol.
Only 3 sec sat delay, hell that was flat out AWESOME to THE MAX DUDE!
I just try to spend as much time as possible in the mountains or on the rivers, away from people. It brings a bit of inner peace
That book, and several dozen others, both grace my library and torment my sleep. I would also add Mark Hertsgaard’s “On Bended Knee,” Haynes Johnson’s “Sleepwalking Through History,” Robert Lerachman’s “Visions and Nightmares,” and Gary Sick’s “October Surprise, ” among others, if you really want to work yourself into a funk.
Recycle your cans at the scrap yard, you’ll be able to speed it up. They pay $$! Don’t give it away to the mega-corp mafia controlled trash collectors!
Pesky, ain’t it? Never thought I’d envy people with Alzheimers.
Not me. My grandmother had it and I would never wish that on anyone. It is not a comfortable forgetting.
Did that in my youth.
Tried western hiking about a decade ago & no longer contained the mental/physical rewards I experienced when I was in my 30s.
Definitely. Dementia in general is no fun at all. If my grandmother had been able to recognize what was happening to her in her last few years, she would have been mad as hell.
How did you manage to keep from pulling the trigger? I saw enough from close observation and then that book set me off. I have been working in the DL for 25 years now and things have gotten steadily worse. I’m doing pretty well now, I don’t have a lot of faith in the future though. And I know a lot of people are losing everything. A lot of reasons, I suppose. I read an article on Gawker (if you can believe it) and it had letter from various unemployed people. I was able to relate from my own bouts with layoffs and penny ante firing and non-ideological conformance firings, I have so far persevered and this down time has been financially one of my best runs ever. Not to brag or anything, but fate works in strange ways. When things were good I didn’t always benefit.
I recycle religously. Give it away.
Somehow, liquor bottle glass filled recycling bin does not accelerate senility.
Still works for me. I get out there on the trails, especially if I can get up higher where there are fewer people, and it is a kind of zen surrender and living in the moment.
My grandmother was really frustrated because she knew she knew things and could not remember them and at the end just had this lost and haunted look all the time. That is the tragedy of still having adult reasoning powers and the knowledge of an infant and no long term memory. You know something is wrong, but not what it is.
My father was senile for about 5 years before he died. For those of us young enough to see it, it was emotionally destructive.
Now, 20+ year later, I envy his end game. Heart attack (my mom’s demise) is preferable, but beggars can’t be choosers.
DL?
I’m on the fence about recycling in general. Aluminum of such high quality as goes in beer cans is actually valuable.
Keeping plastics from infesting the Earth with their ooze is laudable, but it costs more energy to recycle so I have heard than to make new stuff. It gives the less mentally able among us something to sort I suppose, but the net ecological benefit I find suspect.
Glass? Break it on the beaches in the Hamptons!! It’s harmless unless you are not wearing shoes.
Duck Latte?
Dangerous Lunch?
‘Down Low’ (like cupping your joint in your hand when the police are down the block), besides, it was well before the Internet. All I had was word of mouth. I wish I could have pulled up blogs, you would have seen I had predicted so much of this fiasco. And I learned it all from the Reagan Admin.
Swimmer afficionados (most boring exercise ever invented) tell me about zen; ditto my hunter friends (who could imagine sitting in a stand for hours in freezing weather waiting for a big buck to show up).
I am not persuaded.
i was thinking dalai lama.
I think you just have to find your own moment of zen. Maybe you should take up motorcycle maintenance.
hag! i just gotta say, i love the way you write. thank you.
i love taking little mini vacations from the news.
getting out in nature does it for me too. all the hiking, camping and backpacking i did when i lived all those years a couple hours at most from the trailheads in oregon. i miss those mountains and pristine rivers and the wild coast.
Oh pshaw on you.
I long ago, screen name notwithstanding, decided I would recycle regardless of economics.
There are other considerations, dontcha know.
I have sulfur well water. Instead of buying bottled water for drinking (cooking not an issue since sulfer dioxide is a gas that evaporates in cooking), I use charcoal filter pitcher & hiking plastic reusable bottles.
absolutely!
hey gw — we’ve not connected on a thread lately — how ya doing?
I’m just saying since I live near a place that pays for my aluminum cans why give it away?
I don’t drink bottled water either, hated the whole thing when it became such a fad! Paying buck 25 or 2 for a 20 oz bottle of water? My head spun like the Exorcist chick!
I use a Brita right now, but all made of plastic. I’ve had mine for years, they had the prescience to not change their filter designs ever 6 months like air filtration systems.
But, for the record, recycle all you want, I’m not against it, but there are more detailed concerns I have about it.
Nice post cocktailhag, I too would have never imagined the destructive spiral our nation has taken since then (although a lot of good stuff happened as well that I also never imagined…) But the early 80′s definitely felt like a transition period at the time to me.
Sometimes I wonder if somehow we got stuck in some dysfunctional parallel universe at that time. Do you think that maybe there is an alternate time stream where Reagan somehow lost the election and now 2012 America is a nation at peace, and has instituted universal health-care, free college education and put Dick Cheney behind bars?
Time for me to toddle off. Take care all.
Struck a nerve with me too! Good job hag!
BTW, Popeye… Hag… I had nightmares about the Sea Hag when I was 4. :((
ROFLMAO.
So wishing I were mechanical in my senior years. I can’t even replace the light bulb in my oven.
OTOH, neither could my much more mechanical niece or her husband.
Had to get an electrician to come & do it. He had to move stove out from wall to figure it out. (Turned out to be cracked cover for light bulb plus 30 years of grease infused grooves.)
Anyhoo, electrician also did 2-3 more petty tasks that none of my informal helpers could accomplish. Played right into all my prejudices.
Yes, it’s called psylocybin. Talk about an escape!
It’s off to bed for me, I have a long day of English placement interviewing tomorrow. Peace out, y’all!
Reagan was contemptible bilge water. And that was on a good day.
I have several existential helpers.
I give them a lot of stuff.
I guess that I benefit more than the monetary value of my giveaways.
Be careful what you wish for. A friend of years back had his mother who was 101 at the time telling us from her bed “why wont the lord take me” she was as sharp as a tack. Doubt the alcohol will cause dementia…Fox news will. And it’s permanent for some.
Good, if dispiriting summary of the post-Reagan era politically. At least some of the social issues are trending better. I know, small consolation.
At least someone gets the money! Not Waste Manglement!
not exactly perfect. my fingers have seized up from the cast, so the doc put me in a splint and sent me off to physical therapy. the first couple weeks seemed to help and the last two seem like one step forward and one step back. if this keeps up, we can call it a tango. what about you?
Let’s all hope that Faux News get rebranded as the Dementia Channel in a few short years.
i’m doing the two step tango myself. pt lady is cautiously hopeful that i may be able to get rid of the cane maybe by the end of september or october. she said i’ll for sure be in pt until then, if not longer.
wow! i hope that all works out. it’s been a long haul for both of us.
OMG.
Got rid of my TV. No longer have Fox to make me senile.
Reagan’s one and only job as President was to look good on television. Doing so was the major lesson the Reps took away from 1960. Indeed, Reagan’s acting skills are the only thing for which “The Great Communicator” is still roundly praised. He was an empty vessel whose shallow, borrowed political philosophy amounted to ratting out lefties to the cops for punishment, white supremacy, and shilling for corporations. His administration marked the dawning of unopposed Fascism in the US, and its policies fucked over everybody but the owning class. As President, he was a script-reading, corporate-generated, flickering TeeVee image. And most of the country loved him for it.
Great writing, CTH!
past my bedtime. i’ll say goodnight, pups. thanks for the great post cocktailhag.
HA thanks i love it. What was that old commercial put out that was about fried eggs as brains on drugs? Was that a PSA from the 80″s.
My SIL is going to be 89 next month. Her mind is still sharp as a tack, though she is physically frail. She seems adjusted to her life, though I wonder. I am not close enough to ask her.
This is your brain on drugs next to toast and a side of bacon?
HAHAHAHAHA
One of the most publicly contemptible images I can recall of Ronny Raygun was when his so-called Chief of Staff told him his speech was going on too long at the NYSE. This was culled into a Michael Moore movie and it was widely seen years before and no one seemed to bat an eyelash.
I can understand a trusted adviser to remind me of something. But in the closing of a speech and RayGUN being almost shaken as if he had a gun to his head, quickly concluded and left. WOW. No one seemed to care from my point of view.
BAcon is the gateway meat.
Had bacon & pain perdue for bunch. Quelle plaisir!
Trivia from the 80′s.
Who payed for all those “PSA’s”?
Partnership for a Drug Free America
Where are they now I wonder? Advising RMoney’s drug control policy?
You mean Purdue Pharma? Truly the breajsfhjv /fob dhcmpionsafdbzc
My mom used to say (she died in 2008), about everything from global warming to Social Security, “Well, we’ll probably be okay, but I worry about the little guys,” referring to my nephews. There’s a certain fatalism that comes with age, and I’d argue that it’s evolutionarily adaptive.
Yes, but given how things have gone, better than nothing.
That phrase evolutionarily adaptive is a bit enigmatic. I think we all have our moments of despair and pain. I think the world around us is removed from our own pain to some extent that we tend to do things that are promoting our own gene pool. Some of us behave like reptiles, and some like angels. But it is entirely contemptible that we prey on our own race like a crocodile would a water fowl or wildebeast.
There are no little guys, for without all there is no one.
Funny, but that assessment didn’t escape as many people as it was thought to. For years I’ve worked with tradespeople, not so lavishly educated as I, and more than once I’ve heard from them that Reagan was the beginning of politics as pure theater to fool the masses.
Unfortunately, this realization more often bred apathy than activism.
Beautifully put. Myself, I’m somewhere between angel and reptile, and just fondly hope the former outweighs the latter.
Reagan deserves neither the blame for the 1981-1982 recession, nor for its recovery. Both were engineered by Fed Chairman Paul Volcker who was nominated to his position by Jimmy Carter in 1980. Volcker wanted to get double-digit inflation under control, so he hiked up interest rates to 20%. That caused the recession, but it did stop inflation. The economy recovered quickly as interest rates were lowered.
Good stuff, Ms. Hag. You’re on a “no more bullshit” roll, and the “Obama sucks less!” mousketeers, be damned.
Keep it up. :o)
Thanks for posting that. Phil Hartman (RIP) as Reagan was brilliant. My favorite SNL actor.
“Sometimes I wonder if somehow we got stuck in some dysfunctional parallel universe at that time.”
I suspect we did. Two things sent us down the wormhole to the dysfunctional parallel universe. The first was Hiroshima and Nagasaki. We played God and created Frankenstein’s monster. Note the nervous, neurotic, self-conscious laugher and black humor that is just under the surface in the 1950s. We began to see boogeymen everywhere and suspiciously turned on our neighbors, a social disintegration that not only has increased since then, but also has come to define our culture. The atomic bomb also secured our empire, a state of affairs our origin myth could not really explain. The seed was always there in our narrative of “The Little Colony that Could,” but once we arrived as the most powerful empire on the planet, we didn’t know whether to shit or wind our watch. Was this really us? And what the hell do we do now? (Well, we had to invent a new origin myth, for one thing—thank you Tom Brokaw.)
Second, the Vietnamese beat us. They stopped the Westward Expansion of our Manifest Destiny and exposed our American Exceptionalism as solipsistic delusion. Ironically, and unreflected upon by ourselves, it was the Greatest Generation that was running that murderous fiasco. The rest of the world never really feared us or took us too seriously after that. And our war against Iraq didn’t end the Viet Nam Syndrome, it confirmed it: We learned nothing from Viet Nam because we couldn’t deal with the defeat to begin with.
We couldn’t make sense of these two things. We couldn’t handle them psychologically. Our national mythology, our character and our sense of identity were not up to what we had become. The proof of this is that we chose not to face reality. How else does one explain John Denver or our surprise at the collapse of the Soviet Union? We erased our memories of fallout shelters. (Where are these artifacts today? Were the bomb shelters as fantasmagoric as the Red Menace? Didn’t we all used to know where they were? Didn’t Reagan know, who squeezed the last bit of political utility out of them?) We pretended that our defeat in Viet Nam was something we did to ourselves. (Both the Left and the Right have their own version of this, which is essentially the same tale: It was the hippies, the media, and the damn politicians; Americans all. They both agree that the protagonist was not the Vietnamese, who were only acted upon as victims, like the Indians before them. No one in the US ever talks of the war as a Vietnamese victory, because we can’t. As a sure sign of our disorder, we can only see ourselves.) The fear-addled amnesia and sociopathic lack of empathy that are our cultural hallmarks have only increased since Reagan, making “a general government necessary for us” anything but “well administered.” And as Benjamin Franklin so warned us about the inherent danger in the system we set up, we devolved into despotism.
This is the declensionist perspective anyway. I think that what we have seen over the last thirty years is just the natural conclusion of the whole US horrorshow that was rotten to begin with. Reagan was just the public face of any such empire at the cusp of violent entropy.
Class of 82 here. I had forgotten about it until now. Haven’t been back for a reunion and not likely to. I like my life far better now. I don’t have anything to be nostalgic about. And I won’t get any kick in seeing how much wider my classmates are.
Oh yeah, I remember that footage. That should be recognized as the defining image of his presidency. It was an accidental glimpse behind the curtain.
Do you remember during Reagan’s first State of the Union address (if I remember right) when he pulled out a chart that purported to show military spending versus “welfare” spending since WWII with the former descending and the latter ascending so that it appeared as if social programs cost way, way more than defense? And people believed it at fucking face value!
Perhaps you are right. The public perception of Reagan in the ’80s is not the same as his subsequent memorialization.
I used to be a Republican on the Reagan bandwagon, back in the ’80s, and I remember messing with a friend all the time because he was always reading Mother Jones and talking about the CIA, shadow government and new world order. Talk about a conspiracy hypothisisizer. http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2004/05/are-we-better-civil-servants-enemy
The Reagan Administration prosecuted hundreds of crooked S&L executives and nationalized their sleazy operations
I wouldn’t give Reagan too much credit for that. As Bill Black (The Best Way to Rob a Bank is to Own one) tells it, Reagan actually opposed prosecutions and tried to block them, but the civil service was stronger then and a few people (including Black) stood their ground, making it politically impossible for the Reaganites to sweep the thing under the rug as would have been their preference.
Normally I would decline to comment when so many already have done so, but, in this case I rise to applaud the perceptive article and thank the author for it.
Some may find it a whitewashing of Reagan but I think it a description of exactly how far we have fallen.
Reagan, Reagan did somebody say Reagan?
Obama channels his inner Reagan on welfare
Ive always seen That “classic” picture of ronnie raygun as having real potential cultural value. As a public mural on garbage trucks (or dumpsters). On the facade of 10′s of thousands of abandoned urban buildings and industrial buildings etc.,then everyone could share in the champange wishes and caviar dreams of milton freidmans “trickle down” economics.
I do not believe Milton Friedman was responsible for supply side economics. Heck, William Jennings Bryant referred to it in a speech and Will Rogers cited it as well.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trickle-down_economics
I would remind all that a Democratic Controlled House and Senate passed Reagan’s huge tax cuts for the wealthy too…..