In her aerie high above the teeming avenues of her beloved New York, Sister Peggy Noonan of the Order of Beefeaters Straight leafed through the mail her man-servant had fetched from the box on the co-op’s first floor. She was in a dark mood, as so often seemed the case these days. The country was sick in spirit, unable to put together a working web-page or
&quot;Words are his job. He argues for a bill, the bill becomes a program, and someone else will make it work.&quot;
Um, Pegs, this is also how every CEO of every company on planet Earth does their job. The CEO announces a strategy, the strategy becomes the plan, and it&#039;s up to the wage slaves to make it work.
The CEO isn&#039;t going to be fielding customer service calls any more than the President is going to grab a clipboard and stand out in the waiting room registering patients. That&#039;s not their scope of work.
That swooshing sound? That&#039;s your comment flying over the head of Lady Peggington of the Mid-Morning Martini.
To paraphrase Old Abe on God and fools, it&#039;s clear the Republicans love military veterans.
That&#039;s why they made so many.
I would say Peggy has been ill of spirits more than just a few times,damn drunken hussy