I’m no one’s idea of a Reaganite, but Jackson Lears' take-down of Reagan inadvertently sketches a portrait of the president, not as an inflexible warmongering ideologue, but as a sensible balance of principle and pragmatism who loved his country and sincerely desired and worked for peace. All the references to the nineties and aughts and even the past twelve months seem to reveal that the target of the review’s ire isn’t Reagan so much as all that came after him, claiming his mantle.