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( I wrote this during the Obama administration. Sadly, Peggy now has the sads about the black woman in the VP office.)

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 and US speechwriter for George Bush

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Those olives look so lonesome
when the vodka’s up and gone
like me without my Ronnie
in this bar that I call home

[chorus]

white privilege and vodka
are  mother’s milk to me
hey bartender
hey bartender
yes it is an  emergency

somewhere there’s blue water
and a boy riding the wave
with dolphins sent by God
and I’m trying to be brave

but there’s a black man
in the white house
and those darling feet have passed
hey bartender
hey bartender
how ‘bout another glass?

[Chorus]