When I first heard that American antiques legend speak of a North America all together as one, while he stared down the U.S.S.R. and had only known a hostile Russia all his life. To Reagan and all who heard of the almost bible like sessions of Technocracy, who basically wanted a greater and stronger Christian America to fend off the depression and the threat of Russia and communism taking over the world, or at least this continent.

And I smiled and realized that it was a wonderful old dream that my mother had embraced as well as Ronald Reagan. And she born a Catholic. Well, the depression did come to an end, a war helped that, and then the world began to grow up, smarten up, open borders and put down their guns and see if free speech and open border trade could help us all exchange our swords for plows.

Or computer chips, anything productive that makes the world go round better each spin of the productivity wheel, or inventive aha from some Gates of a wide mind.And speaking of |Gates, we notice how brave Europe is making it's much greater and braver version of our small three ring circus called NAFTA, Europe is now a revitalized twenty six ring circus with many also on board but still a passport please, but so many new applications to amaze the most far sited.

So Europe will likely soon be discussing an autobahn from Rome to Casablanca to Cairo and then back up around the Baltics and through Berlin to Paris and London and all. Meanwhile, a frightened Uncle Sam builds his walls. Surely, George you have had Nancy Reagan say to you tear down that wall against science.

And I do not think Ronnie feels that southern wall, or the northern as you make us feel, is all that likely to have the neighbors as close to you as you might. Fear breeds many petty little actions until they spiral you down into half the man you were. But to take your nation down that spiral was to end with Herbert Hoover.

George Herbert Hooper Bush, stop, drop and roll. Then turn and walk, slow like, back the route you came in. Just as your daddy had to do after the last Voodoo Economist, so will the next after you. Because W., no one can voodoo like you do. Who do? You do, curious George. With your finger in the socket, you light up the room. Brilliant, in it's way, I suppose.

But America hangs by it's polls once again, between fair play behavior and this all again. We shall see, said the blind man, clean up after the elephant, once again. Donkey Serenede.