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PROLOGUE THERE’S A PHOTO. You’ve seen it, even if you don’t remember. Ronald Reagan, head tilted, grin perfect, hair immaculate. The American flag behind him. Eyes squinting. Not from the sun, from certainty. It looks harmless. Warm. Patriotic. Safe. Like your grandpa, if your grandpa could launch a covert war and sell missiles under the table. But stare long enough, and you’ll see something else. Not a man. A product. A prototype of the modern American president. Made for television, programmed for comfort, and weaponized for capital. This book isn’t a takedown. It’s a decoding. Because Ronald Reagan wasn’t just a man. He was a mechanism. He didn’t invent the machine, he just made it...