On Thursday afternoon on Twitter the discussion was about#RejectedObamaEntranceSongs, and this was my entry:
I’m on some kind of Rihanna kick lately. I blame the running. Two-thirds of her catalog is just perfect for that moment halfway over the hill when you’re thinking about dying so you don’t have to finish the route.
What would you like to see the president (doesn’t have to be this one, could be FDR or something) swagger onto the stage in time to?