The House that Ronald Reagan Built

Mitt Romney said that the 'Heart and soul of the Republican Party belongs in the house that Ronald Reagan built.' A very, very good declaration of sentiments, but might I add a slight suggestion: The heart and soul of the Republican party belongs in the family room of the house that Ronald Reagan built.

Might I ask you a question for thought: what does the house that Ronald Reagan built look like? Is it a house of wings, each unto themselves? Are the three wings supposed to fight and bicker, slamming doors left, right, and center? What about all the heating costs endured by allowing the cold, liberal winds to scour more outer walls? What happens when, like in 2008, these winds turn into a tempest to challenge the fortitude of the walls?

Surely, then, this house divided against itself will not stand. With the current design, a wing will fail and be torn away by gusts in another direction. If that should happen, a gaping hole through which the warmth of love, family, and freedom will be lost.

When we journeyed out to enjoy the freedoms across this blessed land, we forsook our duty and placed the watch over our house in the hands of lesser men. We allowed them to to tear down that stalwart house Ronald Reagan built and erect this fractured house of conservatism. Last year, we returned from our adventures, but it was too late: the final door had been hung and closed to us.

Right now we knock and knock, yet it is time to take a lesson from those brave frontiersmen that built our country: it's time we journey into the wooded grounds of this neo-shack and build a house Ronald Reagan would be proud of.

Let us model it after Monticello, the torn-down and rebuilt manor of Thomas Jefferson, with rooms, offices, and storage facilities all equal as to be focused on the individual. We will construct it of sturdy logs to remember the birthplace our party's first president, unifier of our nation: Abraham Lincoln. We'll line the foyer and main hall with copper busts of all our great Republican presidents from Lincoln and Grant, to TR and Coolidge, to Eisenhower and, resting above all, Reagan. Upon the walls throughout our house, we will carve the names of every American soldier and civilian killed in war. In addition to the traditional, we must add the many modern amenities afforded to us by the innovation of we the people.

We'll install solar panels and windmills made by free, unsubsidized Green Capitalists and hire hardworking and honest youth to care for the grounds and clean the halls with Greenlist chemicals, fertilizers, and sweat off their brows. We'll have no hired security: we will rely on individuals to enter gun safes hidden in the walls and use the contents for protection. If we must have doors, the doors will be open to all with the will and heart to enter.

Above all, this house will be centered around a circular breakfast table. This table will never be, however, a dinner table for we conservatives know that we will always dine basking in the warmth of this, great America's eternal sunrise.

I have faith that this is a house Ronnie would be proud of; for I, being a survivor of his, certainly will be.