Generally speaking, I consider it unwise to speak ill of the dead. Particularly the recently dead.
My childhood dreams were full of mushroom clouds and the fears of poverty. But who knows what hell a man enters when his mind's eaten away and an earthly body becomes a prison. Age brings even those old devils down, as it will come for everyone, as death will come for everyone.
It is no longer an affair of this world, how Mr. Reagan's heart will weigh against the feather of Maat and it's not our sun in that sunset he goes into now.
Good luck, Ronald...