In fact, she has cocktail hour with the zombie Ronald Reagan every night. Unfortunately, all he does is mumble and drool. Just like in the good old days.
Well, shit — how dumb is the guy/gal who asked the question? Her picture is right next to her column and how many ‘Peggy Noonans’ that look like Peggy Noonan can there be in this world? I think Peg-a-leg just wanted people to think she got recognized.
Yeah, is there anyone who knows enough about Peggy Noonan to remember that she worked in the Reagan White House that doesn’t know what she looks like? The woman’s on TV all the damn time.
thus the noonster lays to rest any possible confusion that she may be the same peggy noonan who writes for the daily worker and worked with alger hiss. it is an easy mistake to make, they are both so prominent, and physically so similar to boot.
Pegs cast her eyes upon the countenance of Reagan and liveth still.
Egads, what manner of evil magic be this witchcraft?
Do not look into her eyes nor readeth her twwets. I warn ye.
How long until she tweets the liquor store delivery? If this is really a window into the daily toils of Noo Nanny C it can’t be long. The woman has nothing to do with her time. Once a week she farts out a column and from time to time a town car arrives downstairs to take her to a teevee studio where she gets to cuss about redneck republicans on a live mic.
[re=369535]4tehlulz[/re]: I am deeply offended by that avatar. As a user of an owl with a large lazy eye, I resent her encroachment. Bitch is bitin’ my style. Hope she sees another Mexican.
[re=369580]Smoke Filled Roommate[/re]: I find briefs to be a bit too constricting. Do they make Boxer Gloves®, or will I have to continue to go commando?
She can walk on by and turn her head, but not on twitter.
She can never remember anyone tweeting about health care 20 years ago when she was a girl.
#noonanny
Pegs paying a “computer man” to teach her to tweet somehow reminds me of the person who commented somewhere that she doesn’t use Twitter because it costs money.
More Eggypig Noonaners: “I just saw a clip of Andy Rooney speaking at Walter Cronkite’s funeral. His lapsing into silence more eloquent than many others’ words.”…Did you ever wonder, Andy? Answer: Signs Point to Yes.”
I don’t think this refers to an actual question from anyone outside her head — more like just boning up for her next dementia test. “OK, next question Ms Noonan: who is the President?” “Gadzooks ye fiend, I know it is yet the dark knight Carter. Will America’s long dark night of the soul have no dawn? But hark! The sound of galloping hooves echoes from the West… Yippee-ai-yay!”
Brags about getting galley proof of book that basically says Gastarbeiter, gehen gie zurück in die Türkei, Pakistan, und Somalia…it is brilliant and honest. 2009 finally has its big book.
Say what you will about the Noonerator, but her tweets are impeccably, even gracefully, punctuated. Compare, for instance, to Chuck Grassley’s meth-fuelled rambling, filled with random capitalization and other horrors.
[re=369646]jfruh[/re]: But I don’t understand? Peggy Noonan? At all? And that is unfortunate? Please clarify? For me? While these musings fester in my soul? On Twitter?
[re=369567]user-of-owls[/re]: If I were cruel and unkind, I would say that the avatar shows a nationally-known Harvard professor looking out of his front door at the Cambridge police.
But I am not so unkind.
Rather, I would venture that it looks a 14 year-old Haitian maid staring out of a closet where she has lived for the last 3 years in the Upper East Side, putting Rob Roys into a Slurpie cup for her mistress.
Or was that wrong of me to say?
Is it me, the purveyor of putrid puke, for real? Why, yes, it’s me. And it’s real Cool Whip. One thousand pointless nights. Damn Duracells don’t last as long as they used to.
[re=369691]shortsshortsshorts[/re]: I spoke with a Paultard this morning. He’s buying ’rounds,’ silver coins. They and gold are the only true forms of money as our American currency has NO VALUE, it merely has ‘purchasing power.’
Gentleman: Scuse me, miss, I believe we’ve met before. Are you a European? Pegs: No, my good man, I’m the PN that gave you a handjob behind the stadium in Boston in 1967.
And by “worked with” she meant “was the one person who could make him sound sane.”
Still, I am surprised anyone would even admit doubting Her Ladyship. There was a time that such things were not tolerated on the internets. Quick, have the CIA run a trace and send come Cambridge police officers over to “talk” with the doubter!
Of course, how do we know it is not the Practical (Personal?) Nurse who used to shoot heroin into Reagan’s scrotum so Dick Cheney could really run the country? This would explain her moving on to the Wall Street Journal (except the scrotum ejections would then be, obviously, requested).
She is a Peagan.
Peaganomics practicin’ Peaganton Noonington Tickle Down Cooterville Bitchcraft.
The only question is: Burn at the stake? Or dump in the lake?
Remember, kids, if you have a Twitter account you can send a tweet directly to another twitterer. Like our Peggs, for example. Simply begin your message with an ampersand (@) plus the recipient’s twitter name. Add your personal message & send. So to send Peggs a personal tweet begin your message with @peggynoonannyc and you’re all set. Now get with the program & send some welcome tweets to our Peggs!
[re=369720]FlownOver[/re]: Oh it’s there, just past the lilac-scented suppository. If you get to the Rondald Reagan Commemerative Polyp, that means you’ve gone too far.
You all just watch; Peggy Noonan is working on The Re-Animated Corpse of Ronald Reagan’s 2012 president campaign, Nancy be damned. And, since it’ll only be a corpse, he will not be subject to term limits.
You guys really have no idea what’s she’s doing in her condo, do you?
[re=369723]hobospacejunkie[/re]: Here’s another nifty little twitter tip (twip?):
Ending your message with the twittercon “?!” means “Not only would I fingerbang your twat, but I would stimulate your G-spot whilst doing so.”
However, I’d suggest letting Peggs get a few more twats under her belt before giving “?!!” a try. Easily shocked though she may be, there’s no need to rush things.
Pegganinny. Is that bad? I can’t even tell anymore, thanks to the Republican Initiative to Normalize Racism, or NAMBLA, or KKK, or CCC. Pegganinnies. Maybe they’re the horrible children she’ll never have.
Answer: no. She is the Peggish Noony who wrote “I do not know what the Democratic Party spent, in toto, on the 2004 election, but what they seem to have gotten for it is Barack Obama. Let us savor.” and once worked with Dan Rather.
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I can’t not read her twitter name as anything but Peggy Hootenanny.
PN = Privileged Natterer
In fact, she has cocktail hour with the zombie Ronald Reagan every night. Unfortunately, all he does is mumble and drool. Just like in the good old days.
Saying nothing in 140 characters must seem strangely unsatisfying to someone who can do it in 1,000 words.
From the Noonananny Diaries: The Reagan Years
These are things to brag about?
Scoop!
Well, shit — how dumb is the guy/gal who asked the question? Her picture is right next to her column and how many ‘Peggy Noonans’ that look like Peggy Noonan can there be in this world? I think Peg-a-leg just wanted people to think she got recognized.
Isn’t Peggynoonannyc the name of that dinosaur archeologists discovered last week in Utah?
[re=369529]Texan Bulldoggette[/re]:
Yeah, is there anyone who knows enough about Peggy Noonan to remember that she worked in the Reagan White House that doesn’t know what she looks like? The woman’s on TV all the damn time.
Avatar fail
Blow me, Skeletor.
Peggy Noonan was the brain behind the Reagan administration.
[re=369529]Texan Bulldoggette[/re]: Bingo.
Also, why does Peggs twitter like Magic 8 Ball?
Gastov expelled seltzer from his nose, choking violently. Regaining his composure he gasped and clutched his breast, “THE Peggy Noonington?!”
I smiled coyly, before taking a sip from my Tom Collins. “Yes, I am SHE.”
Why don’t we see some stories about the Cambridge police arresting Peggy Noonan? Damned white folks!
I am being asked if I’m the ML who used to suck off a president. I answer yes then wonder why the hell people are asking me that.
To be fair, many people confuse her with Dr. Joyce Brothers.
I like how she worked WITH Reagan and not FOR Reagan. So I guess that means he didn’t have any veto rights over that shit she wrote.
[re=369535]4tehlulz[/re]: I disagree, I think it looks just like her.
“Yes”?
Shouldn’t it be, “Forsooth! It is I: The Noonan! She Who Must Be Obeyed! Look Upon My Very-Course Veins, Ye Mighty, and DESPAIR!”
Someone with a twitter account totally needs to post this on .
Goddamn broked link.
…needs to post this on Tweeting Too Hard.
http://tweetingtoohard.com/
[re=369505]Trash Mountain[/re]: She was the inspiration for The Replacements 1983 rock opera Hootenanny.. It’s an amazing fucking album.
thus the noonster lays to rest any possible confusion that she may be the same peggy noonan who writes for the daily worker and worked with alger hiss. it is an easy mistake to make, they are both so prominent, and physically so similar to boot.
Am being asked by handsome bellhop if I am PN who once invited GHWB to sup in the buff on peacock tongues and cocaine. Answer: Meet me in room 304.
Pegs cast her eyes upon the countenance of Reagan and liveth still.
Egads, what manner of evil magic be this witchcraft?
Do not look into her eyes nor readeth her twwets. I warn ye.
Let me know what you hear from Peggington Noonington’s Cooter.
It’s got to be better….
How long until she tweets the liquor store delivery? If this is really a window into the daily toils of Noo Nanny C it can’t be long. The woman has nothing to do with her time. Once a week she farts out a column and from time to time a town car arrives downstairs to take her to a teevee studio where she gets to cuss about redneck republicans on a live mic.
[re=369535]4tehlulz[/re]: I am deeply offended by that avatar. As a user of an owl with a large lazy eye, I resent her encroachment. Bitch is bitin’ my style. Hope she sees another Mexican.
[re=369565]Canuckledragger[/re]: You mean Peggington Noonington’s Cootington?
[re=369535]4tehlulz[/re]: Perhaps her Computer Man can teach her how to upload the Wonkette Noonington Blingee.
[re=369513]you cannot be serious[/re]: I was thinking “Pinheaded Numbskull.”
Noonanny might need some handerpants for all that late-night/early morning twattering..
[re=369580]Smoke Filled Roommate[/re]: I find briefs to be a bit too constricting. Do they make Boxer Gloves®, or will I have to continue to go commando?
[re=369567]user-of-owls[/re]: Do we really need to know Pegs has unbalanced ovaries?
[re=369555]Hieronymus Botch[/re]: Fixed:
http://tweetingtoohard.com/newly_added
Go vote, sheeple!
Well that’s all the proof I need.
I think calling her twattering thing “noo nanny” is delightful, but it simply can’t hold a candle to Ann Althouse’s which looks like “analhouse”.
Not to be be confused with that C Street Republican Orgy place…
[re=369589]grevillea[/re]: When I think Lady Noonington and unbalanced, ovaries is not the first thing that comes to mind.
She can walk on by and turn her head, but not on twitter.
She can never remember anyone tweeting about health care 20 years ago when she was a girl.
#noonanny
Yeah, she’s the PN who writes for the WSJ — the Prissy Nitwit.
Someone surely must’ve mentioned this before, but if not:
“Hey Nonny Nonny” from Much Ado About Nothing
I believe that performance was by the WSJ editorial board.
Pegs paying a “computer man” to teach her to tweet somehow reminds me of the person who commented somewhere that she doesn’t use Twitter because it costs money.
[re=369587]Extemporanus[/re]: Do you have supernumerary digits or something?
[re=369590]Hieronymus Botch[/re]: That website implies that there are non-self-important Tweets. That’s crazy!
[re=369505]Trash Mountain[/re]: Personally, I read it as “Peggy Poonanny.”
So, is she just answering questions from random twitterers? Because I’m sure the posters here could think of a bunch of good ones!
More Eggypig Noonaners:
“I just saw a clip of Andy Rooney speaking at Walter Cronkite’s funeral. His lapsing into silence more eloquent than many others’ words.”…Did you ever wonder, Andy? Answer: Signs Point to Yes.”
I don’t think this refers to an actual question from anyone outside her head — more like just boning up for her next dementia test. “OK, next question Ms Noonan: who is the President?” “Gadzooks ye fiend, I know it is yet the dark knight Carter. Will America’s long dark night of the soul have no dawn? But hark! The sound of galloping hooves echoes from the West… Yippee-ai-yay!”
Brags about getting galley proof of book that basically says Gastarbeiter, gehen gie zurück in die Türkei, Pakistan, und Somalia…it is brilliant and honest. 2009 finally has its big book.
AUFSCHNEIDER!
Say what you will about the Noonerator, but her tweets are impeccably, even gracefully, punctuated. Compare, for instance, to Chuck Grassley’s meth-fuelled rambling, filled with random capitalization and other horrors.
What’s Twitter?
[re=369646]jfruh[/re]: But I don’t understand? Peggy Noonan? At all? And that is unfortunate? Please clarify? For me? While these musings fester in my soul? On Twitter?
I just saw a clip of Andy Rooney speaking at Walter Cronkite’s funeral. His lapsing into silence more eloquent than many others’ words.
Go thou and do likewise.
Jeane Kirkpatrick just rolled over in her grave.
[re=369567]user-of-owls[/re]: If I were cruel and unkind, I would say that the avatar shows a nationally-known Harvard professor looking out of his front door at the Cambridge police.
But I am not so unkind.
Rather, I would venture that it looks a 14 year-old Haitian maid staring out of a closet where she has lived for the last 3 years in the Upper East Side, putting Rob Roys into a Slurpie cup for her mistress.
Or was that wrong of me to say?
Okay seriously, I can’t even laugh about Peggington because of all the ads TAKING OVER EVERYTHING. wtf is going on?
[re=369658]dedalus[/re]: Rolled ovder in her crypt. Attend to details.
Is it me, the purveyor of putrid puke, for real? Why, yes, it’s me. And it’s real Cool Whip. One thousand pointless nights. Damn Duracells don’t last as long as they used to.
[re=369666]karen[/re]: We’ll know the end is nigh when ads appear on Twitter.
In Peggy’s case it will be for Xanax and Tanquery gin.
Peggy Noo Nanny Nync?
Peggyn Oo O’Nannync?
Peg Gy Noo Nan Ny Nync?
Pe G Gyno O Nan Nync?
[re=369666]karen[/re]: Payin the bills yo. Assfucking ain’t free.
[re=369675]desertwind[/re]: Peggynoonigtonintelecticaforemostevereverintesexual.
Peg Gyno Onan NYC.
There. Just like a Craigslist ad, before they banned these kinds of services.
[re=369671]chascates[/re]: Shit. The end IS nigh:
Twitter plans a marketing campaign starting in the next few days to educate users, individual and corporate, about ways to make money off the popular microblogging site.
http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSTRE56N0DG20090724
This solves everything. Now we all can rest at night.
[re=369681]chascates[/re]: hmmmmmmmm…….
MILLION DOLLAR VERDICTS!!! CALL TODAY!!!
JAMES SOKOLOVE, ATTORNEY AT LAW
617-GET-CASH
[re=369681]chascates[/re]: CASH4GOLD. My friend. CASH. 4. GOLD.
Ron Paul will soon create GOLD4CASH, and our economy will be saved. With enough intellect, Noonan of the Shire can make it so.
[re=369691]shortsshortsshorts[/re]: I spoke with a Paultard this morning. He’s buying ’rounds,’ silver coins. They and gold are the only true forms of money as our American currency has NO VALUE, it merely has ‘purchasing power.’
man…say anything…but she looks hot in her photo in wikipedia…just saying…ok, carry on
Gentleman: Scuse me, miss, I believe we’ve met before. Are you a European?
Pegs: No, my good man, I’m the PN that gave you a handjob behind the stadium in Boston in 1967.
And by “worked with” she meant “was the one person who could make him sound sane.”
Still, I am surprised anyone would even admit doubting Her Ladyship. There was a time that such things were not tolerated on the internets. Quick, have the CIA run a trace and send come Cambridge police officers over to “talk” with the doubter!
Personally, I thought it was Peggy Noonan the New York hooker.
Of course, how do we know it is not the Practical (Personal?) Nurse who used to shoot heroin into Reagan’s scrotum so Dick Cheney could really run the country? This would explain her moving on to the Wall Street Journal (except the scrotum ejections would then be, obviously, requested).
She is a Peagan.
Peaganomics practicin’ Peaganton Noonington Tickle Down Cooterville Bitchcraft.
The only question is: Burn at the stake? Or dump in the lake?
[re=369662]S.Luggo[/re]: I think it looks like Eggy Pigginbottom herself on certain mornings– Scheiße!!
Her Ladyship’s latest:
Common Sense May Sink ObamaCare
It turns out the president misjudged the nation’s mood.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970203517304574306533556532364.html
Peggy Noonan is a well-respected commentator and a shrewd political observer with her finger on the nation’s pulse.
I still don’t believe it’s really her. Not enough -ingtons and attacks on the poors.
[re=369716]Fuck Toad[/re]: And shit.
[re=369716]Fuck Toad[/re]: You assume the “nation’s pulse” can be found in her descending colon.
[re=369720]FlownOver[/re]: That’s certainly where I found it.
Remember, kids, if you have a Twitter account you can send a tweet directly to another twitterer. Like our Peggs, for example. Simply begin your message with an ampersand (@) plus the recipient’s twitter name. Add your personal message & send. So to send Peggs a personal tweet begin your message with @peggynoonannyc and you’re all set. Now get with the program & send some welcome tweets to our Peggs!
[re=369720]FlownOver[/re]: Oh it’s there, just past the lilac-scented suppository. If you get to the Rondald Reagan Commemerative Polyp, that means you’ve gone too far.
[re=369721]Fuck Toad[/re]: Would you mind grabbing it the next time you’re in there?
David Broder would really like it returned, as his prostate feels worrysomely partisan without a pulse.
[re=369726]Extemporanus[/re]: You’d have to ask Mika for that. After Obama was elected, Peggy really took that “change” mantra to heart.
You all just watch; Peggy Noonan is working on The Re-Animated Corpse of Ronald Reagan’s 2012 president campaign, Nancy be damned. And, since it’ll only be a corpse, he will not be subject to term limits.
You guys really have no idea what’s she’s doing in her condo, do you?
[re=369723]hobospacejunkie[/re]: Here’s another nifty little twitter tip (twip?):
Ending your message with the twittercon “?!” means “Not only would I fingerbang your twat, but I would stimulate your G-spot whilst doing so.”
However, I’d suggest letting Peggs get a few more twats under her belt before giving “?!!” a try. Easily shocked though she may be, there’s no need to rush things.
Pegganinny. Is that bad? I can’t even tell anymore, thanks to the Republican Initiative to Normalize Racism, or NAMBLA, or KKK, or CCC. Pegganinnies. Maybe they’re the horrible children she’ll never have.
[re=369505]Trash Mountain[/re]: Peggy Noonanny?
[re=369723]hobospacejunkie[/re]: not being (dia?)critical, jus’ sayin. I think an ampersand looks like this:
&
Carry on.
Answer: no. She is the Peggish Noony who wrote “I do not know what the Democratic Party spent, in toto, on the 2004 election, but what they seem to have gotten for it is Barack Obama. Let us savor.” and once worked with Dan Rather.
[re=369818]jasper f. krone[/re]: None surpasses the dreaded octothorpe!!! #
[re=370139]snideinplainsight[/re]: I dunno; sextile is pretty darned good*!*!*!
So far most of Peggy’s tweets are about how we need to keep our eye on the Muslins.
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