I could go over and over on his achievements, as a governor and as a president, at home and abroad, I could go on the forces that were driving him, on his genuine attachment to freedom and small government, but rather than the drivel of a French who remembers that the Soviet tanks never reached the West coast of France thank to this man, I would suggest that you go and read him in his own hand.
Because that's what I'll be doing anyway.
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness, -- To which I leave him.Godspeed Mr. President.






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