I first saw President Reagan as a foot, highly polished brown cordovan wagging merrily on a hassock. I spied it through the door. It was a beautiful foot, sleek. Such casual elegance and clean lines! But not a big foot, not formidable, maybe a little ... frail. I imagined cradling it in my arms, protecting it from unsmooth roads. Peggy Noonan, speechwriter for the Reagan administration
US speechwriter for George Bush (1950 - )
Friday, July 26, 2013
As Beautiful As A Foot
From a Twitversation (or whatever your moron kids call it) as to just when magic angelic dolphin imaginer Peggy Noonan became completely unhinged. (Assuming Mme. Noonan was ever truly hinged: We suspect her nibs suffers what we 10¢ psychiatrists know as "daddy issues." And/or Irish-American Catholicism.) comes this wonderful, amazing, jaw-dropping quote:
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As a guy with size 12EEE feet (in a world where they actually made shoes for mutants like me, I'd wear an 11 1/2EEEE), the thought of a dainty little guy foot kinda creeps me out.
Also, using BOC lyrics as a post title is sure Smut Clyde and zombie rotten mcdonald bait.
Wow. Normally Peggy Noonan, Maureen Dowd, Andrew Sullivan and the rest hide their daddy issues a bit better than that.
She's a maniac...on the WSJ floor...
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I really wish he'd been bending over looking for a dropped jellybean.
Merrily Wagging Editor:
BÖC lyrics or Richard Meltzer lyrics?
Not to pull rank (or seniority) on other esteemed web-loggers, but the Mad Meltz is a long-time literary inspiration, penpal, acquaintance & subject of the staff here. (Original purpose was yet another butt-obvious "Unhinged" posting; glad we clicked the link in the twit.)
Our bet: Dutch's ass was flat if not saggy.
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