The sun shone for an hour later every day now, and with it the renewed energy of springtime. Sister Peggy Noonan of the Order of Glenlivet With a Splash of Water sat in her favorite saloon, examining the numerous tiny plastic swords, usually used for spearing martini olives but now olive-free and scattered all around her place at the bar. The mighty sword, a symbol of power, of strength, of that martial beat to which a soldier's inner ear tuned itself as he marched off to war, to fight for Mom, apple pie, and Old Glory. Welladay! Ranks of American soldiers, snappy in their uniforms and ready to force democracy and freedom and American-ness down the throats of the rest of the world, filled her mind's eye. The lines stretched to the horizon, an undulating field of the finest crops the country had to offer - its people. If the last century had truly been the American Century, surely this century could be the Even More American Than the Last One Because America You're Darn Tootin'! American Century. America, Peggy thought as she waved her empty cocktail glass in the direction of the beleaguered barkeep. Time to be great again!
I would say he is Gamera, because both are filled with meat. But Gamera is friend to children everywhere, and Bush is a dipshit not even a happy toddler could like.
You can state all day long what something isn’t Ms. Noonington but sooner or later you need to offer a solution in order to be considered something other than bullshit.
For Peggy history is never over. Nor is happy hour.
I would say he is Gamera, because both are filled with meat. But Gamera is friend to children everywhere, and Bush is a dipshit not even a happy toddler could like.
Oh, Peggy, you lush we are not going to whip Russia just so you can claim all the Vodka
Two weeks.
So, Dame Peggy is surrounded by olive swords and her Oval Orifice is empty. Or did you mean that as some kind of euphemism?
You can state all day long what something isn’t Ms. Noonington but sooner or later you need to offer a solution in order to be considered something other than bullshit.
Pining for the chance to get into another land war across an ocean Tanguerey Peg? Crimea river.
wishes Ted Nugent would just call Peggy Noonan already.
Spooky, ain't it?