Unfortunately he still has way too many worshippers.
Absolutely not true. Around here, there are folks who still wear Obama T-shirts...no joke.
Hey, even his father wanted to give him away.
She's just as bad as Colin Powell. FYPN!
Chris Matthews.
Having never loved him in the first place, I’ve never had to stop! I expected him to be horrible for this country and I can say, he has lived up to my expectations.
I stopped reading Peggy years ago. Sometimes I think the last time she wrote something worth reading was Reagan’s address after the Challenger disaster.
I remember when you were swooning like a bobby-soxer over The Guy With So Many Teeth.
At that time, you were probably so buzzed with booze and 'bama that you didn't notice that there were no long-term friends of Obama, no girlfriends, nobody who could even remember him from Columbia. We out in Flyover noticed and knew. No proud professors. No affectionate neighbors. His only friend, Jarrett, seems to function as a kind of nanny.
Nothing but an endless line of grifters who held the next door open for The Guy With So Many Teeth.
I love how Peggy describes Mr. Claire Shipman as a flop sweat ferret....
Here what you do GOP, you tell the Senate and 0 "CCB was the compromise, if you want a bill, there it is.".
Peggy only covered the ‘not like’ crowd. Then there’s the ‘hate everything he stands for’ bunch.
She helped usher in this horror on us.
Has she lost that lovin feelin now???
I doubt it.
I can’t stand the old wench, but she did have a good line...
“He is not a devil, an alien, a socialist. He is a loser. And this is America, where nobody loves a loser.”
I thought we had put Peggy Noonan next to George Will in those round baskets that set under all of our desks. I just checked mine and they’re both still there.
Peggy went out of style with the tube TV.
In the winding, wandering, wonderful woods of woozy madness and sussurus whispers of loquatious verbosities and ponderous awkward phrase, in that swamp of hooting inantity and irrelevance made relevant through monotonous repetition of the cricket chirp and frog croak, pulling hair and career all undone is the rusted banshee of banality saying all that may be said so that something said may not be in error, however rare and accidental.
Maybe Peg lost her invite to Barry’s 50th party at the WH and Michelle’s latest junket to wherever.
For years the country has been eager to elect a black President. The fantasy was that since all the liberal nostrums had only made race relations worse, a black President would work some kind of magic.
Along came Zero, “well-spoken and clean” as Joe Bite-Me put it. He was, in fact, an incompetent narcissist, with the murkiest of backgrounds, but he was the right color. So he got the job.
Then reality bit.
Dear Ms. Noonan,
Nobody cares what you think anymore you traitorous bitch. Please drop dead.
Sincerely,
Artemis Webb