My first take on Teresa Evita Rodham Streisand

Lady MacKerry was: I like this dame. She’s an exotic flower, a loose cannon,

a firecracker. She’ll say anything, and I bet she smells good. Give us more

of her, please. And then I realized that I can afford to think that way,

because I’m not voting for her husband, and because I’m a newspaper pundit

who always appreciates good copy. I stopped to think how her speech must

have come off to my folks sitting at home in small-town Louisiana. They were

probably making “Green Acres” jokes, and wondering if they could stand

listening to that condescending rich rhymes-with-witch for four years. No

sir, I don’t think Madame played in Peoria.