From Max’s Dad:
Peggy dear, who was responsible for those baffling ramblings that came out of the mouth of Reagan during his Reign of Is He Senile, now drunk comments for the Wall Street Urinal (a little Rush humor for ya there lol) and the wild and crazy creeps who run that rag must be as ecstatic as if another hedge fund guy caused old guys to kill themselves by closing down their livelihood and selling the parts.
Dame Margaret Peggy must have woke up this morning, waved the haze out of her cobweb head, downed the remainder of the wine glass on her bed side table and exclaimed “where did I put that Ronald Reagan fathead?” Then the phone rang and she was informed that the Pulitzer Prize for hazy commentary was all hers to which she must have thought, rationally for a change, “are they giving out participation Pulitzers now?”