Stop the Inanity Something tells me that when (and if) Peggy buried her own father, she didn't spend three godforsaken weeks telling us about it. Let him go Peggy. There really is just a tinge of necrophilia about her column now, even creepier than usual -- and that is a hell of a (de)baseline. I'm still relishing the fact that the other Reagan speechwriters were at least smart enough to know she was hacktacular. A Thousand Fonts of Blight.