Nancy Reagan died today. Don’t try to tell anybody you feel bad about it. She was a vapid, shallow, insufferable snob married to a dangerous nincompoop. He would have remained a nonentity if he hadn’t been a complete sycophant to power, honed in the skills of sucking up by service to General Electric. You could hear that sucking sound all the way to the White House.

We won’t dance on her grave or take a leak on it either–like we did on Ronnie’s grave. But we raise a toast to say the world is a little better off today without her.

Amen.