The Reagan Library: A desperately needed cleansing of Obama rot from the soul.
I wasn’t able to spend the time I would have liked–what parent of a small child is?–but I had goosebumps as I walked through the museum. Tears stung my eyes more than once as I relived flashes of my childhood, of my beloved childhood president.
He was a good and just man.
He knew our best days were not behind us.
He believed in our country.
And after an afternoon with Ronnie and Nancy, I do too again.
We will overcome our current commander-in-chief just as we did in 1980.
It still is morning in America.