Once upon a time, America decided a UFO-obsessed movie star who liked to read the "funnies" and the "horoscopes" before,or if ever, the news, should lead the nation and tote around the nuclear briefcase. Earlier this week, the Presidentification of the American Spirit turned 100 years old. So, although Ronnie, like countless AIDS victims and Nicaraguan Contra civilian targets, is indeed no longer among the living, his 89-year-old batshit crazy wife is, and it's polite to be nice to the dead husbands of old broads.
So Happy Belated Birthday Mister President! Sorry we're late - WE FORGOT!
(Honestly though the AIDS link is a fascinating read)