I couldn't even begin to go into laying out the broad and negative impact Ronald Reagan had on this country in the long term, mostly because it would be exhausting to do so. The lionization/canonization of him when he died in 2004 was sickening.
Even Barack Obama seems to like to lick Reagan's ass once in a while, and perhaps even, at least publicly, to accept his legacy as a satisfactory given.
Death--especially in America, it seems--brings sweet, sweet, deification. When one's last breath is taken, their ill qualities go out the window (and the truth along with it). Is it lying? Perhaps. But for the most part I think people become uncomfortable with the notion of being the "asshole" who bashes someone who is no longer capable of "defending themselves".
...You don't want to know how many people I wanted to bitchslap the week Michael Jackson died. Three weeks before June 25, 2009 you thought Michael Jackson was a child-molesting AntiChrist, but when he passed he became "a great humanitarian who loved children and only wanted to make people happy with his music"? I don't say this often, but: Bitch,
please. Whether I agree with how you feel about a person that has passed or not, if you think they owned it in life, let them own it in death.
Or, perhaps, it really is just true that Americans have embarrassingly short memories? Sigh...