Some weeks a mere column cannot contain all the voices that echo through the vast Grand Guignol inside her skull. So Sister Peggy Noonan of the Sisters of Delirium Tremens must take to the pages of the blog that Mr. Murdoch has so graciously provided her at the Wall Street Journal’s website to entertain us all by transcribing whatever those voices tell her. Because she is an artist, you see. A scribe, a purveyor of words, a conveyor of ideas through the vehicle of language. And so today, having spent time recently in the salons of some of the great thinkers of our time listening to them shit themselves over Vladimir Putin’s recent annexation of Crimea, Peggy had her house-boy Manuel mix up a special pitcher of Robitussin-and-vodka martinis and sat down at her writing-desk to put these words to paper. And hoo boy, is it a stemwinder.
Mostly I steer clear because the question is both frivolous and, around the edges, sad.
What is it in the center, Poogy Neenan? More mostly opposite?
Or ask Nancy what he thought.
Get in line, buddy.
Reagan was a chickenhawk before being a chickenhawk was cool
Which Reagan? The actual, flesh-and-blood one or the gilded titan and demi-god the Republican rank-and-file worship?
Perhaps give him an awkward nickname...?
It's one thing to nickname your dildo "Reagan" It's another thing entirely to go talking to it about geopolitics.
<i>Because she is an artist, you see. A scribe, a purveyor of words, a conveyor of ideas through the vehicle of language.</i>
Bartender a double Stoli, no olives and put it on somebody else&#039;s bill, Por Favor?
He wouldn&#039;t look deep into his soul???
20 drug mule team
Double-Dong Pussy Terminator 3000
Great, now I&#039;m picturing Arnold Schwarzenegger with a case of the shakes
I think &#039;dementia&#039; gets past the censors, &#039;senile&#039; certainly does.