Sweet Reagan’s nutsack, the cold chilled her to the bone. The snow beat against the windows of her aerie high above the deserted Manhattan streets, themselves devoid of people, filled only with great drifts of snow. She had sent her houseboy Manuel off into a howling storm to fetch more cocktail olives weeks ago and he had never returned. Perhaps, snow-blind and lost in the storm, he had wandered onto the frozen East River and fallen through the ice, or been buried under a pile of snow tossed aside by a plow, where he would stay until everything thawed and melted in the spring.
Man, I wish Obama would just go back in his time machine and watch the manly way that St. Ronald the Peacemaker stood up to those Lebanese militias in '83. Stared them straight in the eye after they blew up a barracks full of U.S. Marines, drew a line in the sand, and forced them to negotiate an end to the fighting, a mere seven years later. That's what you call strong leadership and using American power to fight terrorism.
The day I understand anything that Noonan says or writes is the day I turn myself into the nearest mental health facility. Or I would if Saint Ronnie hadn't shuttered them all.
If you don't understand something, just make fun of it
You obviously don't understand the point of teh wonket. We make fun of things we understand perfectly well on a regular basis, including silly commenters who stumble in to our little corner of Ted Steven's series of tubes babbling about Alinsky- we especially like to make fun of them and we understand them just fine.
She might be able to understand the president’s words if they weren't so blah.
Reagan would send in a contingent of marines, who would get blown up, and then he would run away.
Would she ever be sober enough to know the difference?
Man, I wish Obama would just go back in his time machine and watch the manly way that St. Ronald the Peacemaker stood up to those Lebanese militias in '83. Stared them straight in the eye after they blew up a barracks full of U.S. Marines, drew a line in the sand, and forced them to negotiate an end to the fighting, a mere seven years later. That's what you call strong leadership and using American power to fight terrorism.
Happen to have his phone number? You know, for a friend....
Sorry Pegs but on those rare occasions when I want to listen to some incoherent drunk bitch ramble on I watch dvr-ed clips of Miss Lindsey on MTP.
After failing to trade arms for the hostages.
If it's a legitimate fact, Peggy Noonan has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.
Add grenadine to the martini?
As lit up as she often is, she better stay out of Georgia.
After successfully selling heavy munitions, including missiles, to our enemy and using the money to finance RW death squads in Central America
she'll drink them under the table
You got us, bro. It's right in all those copies of Alinsky lying around our newsroom.
The day I understand anything that Noonan says or writes is the day I turn myself into the nearest mental health facility. Or I would if Saint Ronnie hadn't shuttered them all.
But, but Benghaziiiiiiii
If you don't understand something, just make fun of it
You obviously don't understand the point of teh wonket. We make fun of things we understand perfectly well on a regular basis, including silly commenters who stumble in to our little corner of Ted Steven's series of tubes babbling about Alinsky- we especially like to make fun of them and we understand them just fine.