The Presidency: Son of a . . .

"Son of a . . ."

There is down deep near every President's gizzard an errant SOB that on some dark day rises and bursts from the fellow's lips, scattering either delight or dismay across the land, depending on the state of each listener's soul.

It happened to Ronald Reagan the other day right in the Cabinet Room and on a live microphone. He wanted to talk about reorganizing the Pentagon's procurement system. Reporters kept yelling questions about the Philippines. As the session was breaking up he turned to David Packard, his Pentagon commission chairman, and muttered it: "Sons of bitches."

The journalists quivered in ecstasy. Prying...

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