Shit - she should be put to use every time somebody you love accidentally swallows poison and needs to heave it back up, pronto! She's more effective than a finger down yer throat.
I used to think of Peggy Noonan as "Reagan's Monica." No, there was no blow-jobbing involved, unless it was in what she wrote about him committed on all her readers. MY GOD. As shameless as a schoolgirl with a big crush. OH MY GOD. It was almost nauseating to read her breathless,, rhapsodic sighs about how wonderful she thought he was. The Second Coming had nothing on St. Ronnie.
It was literally EMBARRASSING. At your age, Peggy-baby, one would have hoped you'd have grown out of that junior high slumber-party gushing over Tiger Beat magazine by now.
I remember watching as she hyperventilated on "Hardball" when Chris Matthews asked her something about dubya, when the Iraq War was going sideways, sighing "CHRRRRRISSStopher... CHRRRRRISSStopher... " in the most shameless, melodramatic display I think I've ever seen outside of some bad acting in a high school play. CRIMINY, girlfriend, why don't you just strip down naked, lie prostrate on the tabletop, and offer yourself up for dinner? You forgot the ripped bodice in the dark night with some mysterious and illicit storybook lover. For Pete's Sake!
Utterly revolting! Sickening! And she's still at it! Temperature turned down just a little by now, but she's not exactly some trembling maiden standing breathless before the heavy-breathing hot-blooded knave anymore. MY GOD the melodrama. She's a walking, talking cheesy old-fashioned soap opera.
I just do not EVER want to hear from her or see her - EVER EVER again. Peggy darling, shouldn't you retire and go make weekly pilgrimages in widows weeds to the Reagan gravesite? Your dream man lies there - awaiting only the pressure of your footfall...
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