But one of our favorite, if more famous than we are (though he links to B@B even though he's somewhat of an A-lister) bloggers, the always hilarious TBogg, led us to this little gem of Ronniephilia from Idiot Son of an Asshole Ben Quayle:
When I was a child, President Ronald Reagan was the nice man who gave us jelly beans when we visited the White House.
I didn’t know then, but I know it now: The jelly beans were much more than a sweet treat that he gave out as gifts. They represented the uniqueness and greatness of America — each one different and special in its own way, but collectively they blended in harmony.
Happy birthday, Mr. President. We will strive to continue your vision and keep our shining city on the hill as bright as you envisioned.
What most people didn't realize then, and still don't realize, is that the shining city on the hill was a gated community of mansions into which only the wealthiest Americans were allowed. And you can rely on Ben Quayle to work his damnedest to keep it that way.
And I'd be willing to wager that Ben always threw away the black jelly beans -- if they weren't all thrown away before the jar was even allowed into St. Ronnie's office.