Blah-Blah-Blah (but no Blahg)

I've been in a non-blahg place since June 5th. First I was completely caught up in the events of Ronald Reagan's funeral preparations. Then I was busy sympathizing with Nancy Reagan because I knew for a fact that all of those zoom-in close-up shots of her throughout the week was an excuse for the gory media hounds to get their bit of blood. I hate those jackals.

I was truly amazed and impressed with how well Nancy Reagan held up under the never-ending public pageantry, the week long funeral processions, ceremonies and honorariums. All the while the media vultures were exposing her to the constant barrage of camera lenses and clicking of their shutters, sounding like extremely large pincers on a particularly gruesome species of insect.

At the end of the week, I felt almost as drained as if I'd been there throughout the week, but I know that Nancy had to have been ready to drop from exhaustion. However, she never faltered or strayed far from the man she loved so devotedly. At the very end, when she had to walk away and leave Ronnie behind at his final resting place she finally succumbed to a very human emotional breakdown. And yes, the cameras were there to catch every second of it.

Am I the only one who resented this?

I thought that the graveside service was to be PRIVATE? The only privacy was the fact that the rest of the invited guests were left in their seats ... because not a damned one of the media missed that opportunity, the chance to capture this poised and dignified woman at her lowest ebb. I had to mute the television and turn away from the screen because the sight of the cameras glaring into her face, the sound of the mercilessly clicking shutter apertures made me absolutely sick.

I know it will never happen, but I hope that each and every one of those ghoulish media members has that kind of attention visited on themselves during their worst of moments.

Best wishes, Nancy. Ronnie would be proud of you.