I've decided that Peggy has no class.
And I'm really tired of the stilted way she talks as if she's saying something of incomparable profundity: "The...country...wanted...change." She reminds me of the journalist with the tape recorder in that Altman film "Nashville" who writes overblown bathetic poetry while walking through a junk yard.
“...she talks as if she’s saying something of incomparable profundity...”
A scary similarity to Maya Angelou. Maybe they were separated at birth.