"The party has changed so much since I was elected in 1980," he said.I found Peggy Noonan didn't get it a decade ago either. I read four women on the Clintons: Barbara Olson, Joyce Milton, Laura Ingraham, Peggy Noonan. Noonan struck me as one who couldn't pass a drug test.
She could have dismissed Clinton as a Saul Alinsky-adoring, rapist-enabling, body-counting soulless ambitionist--but wafted off into vaporous nebulosity.
Now Noonan chastises us for not embracing the unembraceable, the Specter who enables Hussein.
Having perverted truth with the Magic Bullet, outraged justice with the protection of Ira Einhorn, kissed traitor-rapist42's butt with Scottish Law, Benedict Arlen now comes out of the closet for the greatest political pork roast in the history of the Republic, planting a big wet kiss on both bony butt cheeks of the Islamo-Commie Kenyan usurper.
And for this Noonan wants an extension to the Republican tent.
What's the dosage of gin and rohypnol required to find Hussein and Specter attractive?
What is Noonan's particular fetish, the ritual murder of millions of babies or the embrace of Sharia's enslavement of women implicit in the ring-kiss of the Saudi king?
By what psychotic funhouse mirror is Peggy Noonan a Republican, the party which places particular reverence on human life, individual freedom, minimal government, free market prosperity, traditional values, Christian heritage. . . .
Is she in it for the cocktail party circuit access--or to catch a glimpse of her heartthrob the Master of Opacity.
